{A/N: Read, Review, Remember: I own nothing}
A small knowing smile over the top of a file paper he slips me as we pass in the hallway.
That extra trip he makes to the coffee shop I love on the opposite side of town.
That pink kiss mark on the edge of his status reports. Then again, he does that for everyone.
Really, almost everyone's tried to get a restraining order for it already.
The familiar smell of cherries, Bloody git, it stains my perfectly cleaned and ironed and
pressed-
But hell, I can't bring myself to tell him to stop.
Sometimes I regret docking his pay when he flirts on the job.
Actually, no I don't. I really don't.
In fact, what am I thinking? Sodding mondays, got me all mixed up.
There's no way I feel anything for that Frog!
No way, and yet, we're more than just enemies.
We're friends, almost brothers.
We're partners in a way that makes us both uncomfortable.
We're allies.
I would aid him immediately if something were to happen.
I don't understand it, but there it is.
The wink he makes when he knows he's trouble.
The way his mouth curls into a smirk when there's a game afoot or a secret I haven't been let in on.
His laugh, and that way he acts when he's had too much wine and I've managed to abstain...
But we've never kissed. We've never touched for longer than a second's 'bro' hug on a company retreat or at a world meeting.
Blimey, it better bleeding stay that way.
Besides the obvious lack of attraction, there's also the issue that we are both... men.
And also countries, with so much more than ourselves to represent!
No, I'm much more satisfied at an arm's length, thank you.
Yet still.
That blond hair does cheer a poor chap up after a long day at the office.
{A/N: So, I officially think I suck at Hetalia fanfiction. I suck at GerIta, I suck at FrUk (which never seems to sound better than if I'd added a c and moved the u, does anyone else have that problem, or is it supposed to sound like fruk, really? Wow I'm so American; or just highschool XD). Short story(ish) from Britain/Engalnd's p.o.v. about France. I suppose office theme. No human names because they confuse the hell outta me. R&R&R: I own nothing! Also, this was written at midnight, so be gentle- and yes I know I have a slight issue with run-on sentences}