England 3
"Arthur Kirkland! You either help me with the boys or I'm going to my brothers!" that got the man moving, the last thing he wanted was for his sons to be influenced by your brother, France. "Dada! Dada!" your youngest son squealed as his father walked over to you, taking one of the boys out of your arms. He helped you feed the boys and put them to bed, a long, tiring task for any couple. "Love, why do you always threaten me?" he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You flicked his nose "because, love" you mocked him. "It's the only way to get you to put down your work and help me out." he nuzzled his head into your neck and mumbled. "What was that?" you asked. "I said that we don't have enough time alone anymore" he whispered in your ear. Leaning down, he kissed you, gently at first then rougher. Well... let's just say, you made up for lost time that night.