Another drabble.
I imagine situations like this to happen often with these two.
Moments ago, they'd been in a meeting with the rest of the Allies, bickering like always, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, without them noticing, the meeting had been adjourned because no other talking about the issue was being done over the arguments they were having, and Germany decided he'd had enough of listening to them. It wasn't until the room suddenly echoed their insults back at them that France and England even noticed they were alone.
Arthur took a moment to act embarassed, clearing his throat before muttering, "Well. It seems we've overdone it."
"It certainly does," Francis agreed, looking around the room almost smugly, like clearing it was an accomplishment.
"No reason to stay here any longer, then." The Brit inferred, moving to pick up his bag. He was intercepted, though, by Francis grabbing his wrist and tugging him against his chest, meeting a cocky smirk. "Oh, I disagree."
With a little purr as Arthur flushed and prepared to strike, the Frenchman leaned forward and pecked a kiss against the other's lips, quickly stepping back away from him and grabbing his bag.
"Now there is no reason." He gave the green-eyed man a wink and walked quickly backwards towards the door, tapping the corner of his own mouth, "The corner of your mouth twitches when you want to be kissed, by the way. Yours has been doing that since the meeting started. Au revoir, Angleterre~."
As Arthur was about to give a flustered rebuttle, Francis gave a short wave and disappeared behind the door, leaving him to himself. As he heard the other's footsteps fade away, he huffed and touched two fingers to the corner of his mouth before shaking his head and murmuring softly, "…Stupid Frog."
Though as he gathered his bag and walked out, he couldn't keep the tiniest of smiles off of his face.