France sat with anticipation, watching as the world meeting dwindled downward. Everything was calming down and coming to a close, since it was the last day and they didn't get anything done anyhow, Germany didn't care when France started drinking some wine. He'd only had enough to give him the blush that indicated most were drunk, but France could hold his liquor well. Just a minute or two before it ended he wrapped his arms around England's shoulders.

"F-France get off of my you git," England yelled, shoving off the supposed drunk man.

"Nooo Angleterre, just love me! Won't you mon cher?" He asked.

"France you bastard get off!"

All the other countries simply rolled their eyes as they packed up their things. To them, France was drunk, so England could just deal with it.

Everyone got out rather fast, all having a place to be. England kept on fighting the Frenchman out of embarrassment.

"... They are gone, Angleterre," France whispered in his ear.

England blushed, and stopped trying to get out of France's hug, leaning into him. He was quiet and blushing as France held him.

"Your sure..?" England looked up at France, who's chin was now down on his shoulder.

"Oui," was his reply, kissing his cheek, "we are safe."

England settled against France, who sat down and pulled England up into his lap. England squeaked as a result and blushed.

"... Why do you always do this, Francis.." England muttered, embarrassed to use France's human name.

France smiled. "Because I love you Arthur," he replied, nuzzling the back of his neck.

Arthur stayed silent, this was a touchy topic between the two countries. Their bosses hated each other, thus they were supposed to hate each other, and they did for a while. But, after the two were drinking in a bar and somehow ended up in the same bed by the next morning, things started to grow.

Arthur blamed Francis for what happened, and Francis tried to make it up to the Brit. Arthur found out later that Francis wanted to make it up to him because he loved him. Through their growing love for each other, their bosses nearly caught them. So, they made a promise that no one will ever know about their love.

Francis lightly kissed Arthur's neck, bringing him out of his thoughts. "F-Francis you bloody frog what are you doing?"

"You weren't replying, I thought I would get a reaction out of you," he cooed, teasing the blushing Brit. Arthur huffed and looked away.

"... Your thinking about it again aren't you," Francis asked, looking at the Brit with concern in his eyes.

"Possibly," Arthur replied in a mumbled voice.

Francis sighed, Arthur always got like this when he told him he loved him. After his boss nearly walked in on them talking about going to dinner later that evening, Arthur was a lot more skiddish. He'd tense up if there was even a tiny bit of a chance of them getting caught. Francis didn't care, his boss could deal with it, he wanted to love his Angleterre, but he respected Arthur's decision.

"No one will come back Arthur, I promise," he whispered, holding him tenderly.

Hesitantly, Arthur nodded and faced him, still sitting a bit awkwardly on his lap. Francis smiled and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

Arthur blushed, looking down before saying, "I'll... I'll say it when no one's looking.. okay?"

Francis smiled, "Say what?"

".. I... I'll love you when no one's watching.."

Francis smiled and kissed his Brit. This was enough for him. Even though he wanted to love him openly to the world, for now this was enough.