Welcome fellow Hetalia fans~ this is my first story so i am open to any suggestions or certain characters you wish to see and take any suggestions into consideration. I am trying to fill those voids of fan fictions that have interesting plots and the pairings people are itching to see and YES~ I am willing to do 2p since there is a big gap in that fandom community.

My stories can be quite adult or emotional so warning if this is the case though I can be fluffy too. This specific story is based around France X United Kingdom

Im open to all couples and pairings so please suggest away, no suggestion is stupid.

Enjoy.

"Don't even think about it!" was echoing down the hallways of London during a world meeting. The unmistakable sapphire eyes that could only belong to the French nation were cheerful and blissfully unaware of the now fuming English nation, Francis swayed around the table like it was an agility course for a trained pedigree handing each nation a sample plate of his home country cuisine much to the distaste of the hosting Englishman. " I told you while your here you'll be eating my homeland food! I swear you all do this on purpose and organize meetings behind my back to order from this ignorant frog's menu!" Arthur puffed in fits of rage, seeing his still full plate of scones in the middle of the table getting cold only made the situation worse.

" Nein just calm down, honestly its just food don't rant like a child about something so minuscule" the Germanic man calmly stated trying to reason with the huffing child sitting in the once stern and respectable British seat.

Arthur only avoided eye contact taking obvious offence at the comment as he scrunched his nose up in disgust at the smell of foreign food in his own meeting hall, Francis only smirked at Arthur's face as he offered the offended nation a French dessert knowing full well he couldn't refuse a small cake.

Hours passed by as the arguments were had...well more like China trying to handle all the production management and orders plaguing him from all the surrounding nations. However the determined Francis stayed behind to somewhat sit and grin at the remaining Arthur with that cheesy grin and thick French laugh " what do you want frog? you know the meeting is done don't you? or are you that old and forgetful these days" the British man spat as he scrambled to pick up his paperwork scattered on the desk.

"Non my cheri, i am waiting for you to try my cake I made specially for you~ give me your criticisms, but please try not to wound me with that forked tongue of yours my cher" Bonnefoy chuckled with that annoying peaceful face that's always emanating rose petals.

" Seriously? Your waiting for me to try your silly dessert? That's some cheek you have there considering you were already intruding boundaries by pushing my food out of the way" Arthur replied only to be pushed back down into his chair when trying to retreat by the Frenchman " what are you doing you idiot! Ill shout for help if you do anything to me!" this only seemed to encourage the pushy romantic as he pinned the smaller, weaker nation down down firmly in his seat while taking a delicate fork full of his Charlotte cake and teasing it to the other's mouth.

" please mon cheri~ you haven't eaten during the whole meeting, I couldn't stand watching you wince at your offensive stomach every time it rumbled...it wound me every time I saw it my little scone" France cooed as he wrestled with the restrained man, every time he went to feed him by hand the opposing nation would throw his head away from it as though it was toxic gas. France bit his lip in annoyance and smirked coming up with an unorthodox solution, sliding his focused index finger down the British spine causing the other to shiver and yelp as he reached down to grope him. Taking advantage Francis broke the ice between them by giving him the first bite when the distraction was initiated.

" See wasn't all that bad" placing the fork in the other's angry hand he released his grip and took his place by his side as though it was a podium for defeating the infamous grumpy teenager he loved.

Arthur only glanced at the man from trying to conceal his own blushing face only muttering slight incoherent mumbles as his way of not confessing the delight he felt in France's desserts " I guess it was okay..." whispered in the smallest voice he could muster while focusing on maintaining his serious expression when the lovable cook leaned down to sneak a peck on his hot cheek " I'm glad you find it acceptable my little scone, I made it just for you as a little sorry for after your predicted child strop". This was followed by a rather strong slap to the hairy, chiselled face of Francis which he also predicted.

Francis hurried off to the waving Spain in the doorway waiting for him leaving Arthur to finish the dessert in peace until he noticed a pile of paperwork at the frog face's seat, clearly curious the short scans the meeting room for eyes and rushes to the paperwork looking for incriminating information. " I KNEW IT!" England yells forgetting about his subtle requirements when peeking at paper work " this is a menu for next week's economy discussion with several nations at my personal estate" he muttered to himself almost trying to convince his own mind that its real.

Turning his back to the meeting desk he marches away frustrated, leaving the paperwork evidence behind him, on the way out he crosses paths with a frantic Francis running back for the evidence unaware of Arthur's snooping.

The revengeful England smirked with a devilish grin with an unconventional revenge plot being conjured in his mind, he was going to show this frog that it was easy to cook excellent food and without that on France's side he was just a regular, boring guy with a stinky aftershave.

" hmm? almost thought moi petite lover was annoyed when he crossed my path" Francis comments to Antonio while picking up the once forgotten paperwork and eyeing up the door almost as though he is expecting Arthur to return with a witty and sniggering insult as a reply to his own curiosity. " calm down I doubt he saw anything considering he didn't even notice me sneak in to go drinking with you down the hallway past him" The Spanish nation chuckles proudly like he managed to sneak past a snoozing dragon...though it was almost similar in this situation. Arthur didn't like the Spaniard's influence.

In the dark depths of Arthur's magic dungeon that sees no other visitors other than the magic club secretly held every month for research purposes for similar minds alike his own. Though as described it is a secret, atleast it was till the blatant american spy known as Alfred walked in some lunch time to see his magic incantations. Try keeping that peeping tom quiet.

Walking past the pile of remains from bubsy's chair reminds him of his previous failures and the desperate feeling to succeed for once, added with the multiple piles of cook books Alfred pushed onto him he felt his face hot with frustration, hands curled in fists ready to throw a tantrum from the spectacle of his flaws displayed all over his own personal home.

" all of those filthy deceivers...I am going to give them something to shove down their throats and boast about and it wont be French food I can tell you now" Arthur spat as he looked through his large library furiously for something to just out at him from the rough leather book spines as though it was fate " ahhh~ this could work" the Englishman giggled with a wolfish grin from ear to ear as he clutches the book close to his heart.

" Ill be the best cook in the world after I complete what i have planned!" Arthur cackles to himself like a stereotypical villain waiting for his plan to be fully explained. Swiftly gliding out of the room with his long swaying cloak he takes his leave to the spell chamber where he wont return until he becomes the greatest chef in the world.

Chants and could be heard along the corridor of the underground dungeons of Arthur's estate no one had any idea what was going to show up at the next world meeting nor could anything brace them for what it will take to fix. France will have to work for his cooking reputation. Hell's Kitchen is coming Francis.

Thank you for reading my first chapter ever written and many to follow, just hope there is some support in this story as I have multiple others with very different plot lines in development and ready for the harsh judgement.

Would just like to be clear I do not own Hetalia or any of the characters and this is ONLY a fan made story from being a fan myself so no copyright intended.

Please message me if you would like to see something in the future and please tell me if possible what stories you like the most and sorry this one is short obviously needed to get the story started before its writing itself and the layout might be difficult as I am learning how to use this website.

From the Kirklands thank you.