Arthur sat on his couch relaxing and reading the paper while drinking a nice calming cup of tea. He peered over the top of his glasses and his paper looking over at Francis who was sitting on his couch his nose stuck in a book that was most likely a romance novel, Francis did seem to love those. Arthur sighed "Why exactly are you here again?" He asked laying his paper aside and taking his glasses off, folding them up, and laying them on the small coffee table. The French man straightened and marked the place in his book, laying it aside "I just wanted to come and see you Angleterre is zhat a problem?" Arthurs face was twisted in a confused expression, his brow furrowd "Well you can stay so long as you don't try anything funny." Arthur said. Francis looked confused "What do you mean Angleterre?" Arthur scowled "Don't try to rape me or anything!" He spat out at Francis who now had a hurt expression about his face "Now why would I do zhat. Amor should never be forced apon someone in such a mannor as zhat! I would never do zhat to anyone at all! Zhat terrible sing zhat you speak of causes pain and depression! I could never do zhat to anyone!" There were tears in the Frenchman's eyes at this point "Espicially not you...Angleterre..." he said quietly looking down at the floor
"I mean surely god could never 'ave created such a beautiful and amazing creature for earth. You must be an angel fallen from 'eaven..." Arthur's face was bright red and his mouth agape as Francis sat beside him on the couch " I love it when you blush I love many sings about you honestly Angleterre...'ow your eyes sparkle brighter zhan zhe two most gorgeous emeralds in zhe world and 'ow your 'air radiates the sunlight into a golden 'ue. 'Ow you scrunch your eyebrows when you sink 'ard and 'ow your nose crinkles when you get upset...I love all things about you honestly..." Arthurs face was bright red now "F-F-Francis do you...do you really...really mean that?" Francis smiled and put his hand on Arthur's cheek "With all my 'eart Angleterre the truth is...je'taime." Arthur stared at him for a moment then wrapped his arms around Francis' neck hugging him tight "I...I love you too...bloody frog." He murmered "Oh Angleterre." Francis' arms snaked around Arthur's waist pulling him into his lap. Arthur smiled softly and pulled back to look at Francis. Francis smiled softly and put a hand on his cheek "Ah, zhere are zhose priceless emeralds, and gold. But zhe sing past zhem is more amazing zhan anything else Your soul. Your person. I love your personality, your attitude towards sings. How your so 'ead-strong about things. And 'ow you always have zhe right thing to say to someone who needs it." Arthur's face was a bright shade of red and he looked down slightly Francis rubbed his cheek "Don't look down, my angel. Look at me, please. I wish to look at your beauty more and I speak not of your outer beauty, zhough it is stunning, I mean what lies inside." He cooed kissing his cheek. Arthur looked up at him and smiled slightly. Francis leaned closer to him and their lips met. Arthurs arms wrapped around Francis' neck and tangled in his hair while Francis slid his arms around Arthurs waist. Arthur felt Francis' toungue run over his lips and opened his mouth for him twisting and tangleing their tounges together. After a while they both pulled away for air. Francis smiled pecking a gentle kiss on Arthurs cheek. Arthur smiled softly an snuggled close to Francis soon falling asleep on his chest. Francis smiled running his fingers through Arthurs short blonde hair "Good night Angleterre. Sweet dreams to you my love."