I love FrUK. You probably won't be seeing any USUK any time soon. Personally, I think that they have a more Father-Son relationship. So here it is. My first Hetalia fic! I know it's quite short but I ran out of Ideas. I've been reading stories on FF for a few years and I still have no idea what a drabble is. Care to explain?
"Bloody hell. I should have thought this through, "He said before climbing through the window. He did not want France to catch him there, in that position.
"Just get it over with, no need to stay here longer than necessary." Arthur thought to himself. He tiptoed quietly into France's room. Taking care to not make any noise he quietly set the crepes he had made especially for the frog onto the bedside table.
The pervert better appreciate this. It had taken him a week to make the crepes edible enough (Not that he would ever admit it.)
"Angleterre? What are you doing here?"
Arthur turned around. "This isn't….. The crepes aren't for you, frog!" He shouted angrily. His face had turned the same shade of scarlet as his flag.
France looked amused. "But I didn't say…"He was promptly stopped by a mouthful of crepes. England had shoved his special gift into France's face.
"Just shut up and take them already you unthankful git! And don't expect me to do this again! It's a onetime thing. "Before France had a chance to respond, England had already left through the open window.
"Well, at least he didn't make scones this time."
Woah! that's really short. It looked fine when I typed it in. I might continue this if i can think of more FrUK moments.