A/N: I think I'm getting the hang of this! So, I don't know anything about FrUK so I just tried my best. I'm only extremely particular on certain pairings and the UK + some isn't one of them. I usually ship USUK just because America is fun to write. I digress. I'm working on a DenNorge for this right now, actually. This was something I thought of while making dinner, as a matter of fact.

Hope I did Francis justice!

Warning: Genderbending Ahead

Alice couldn't remember a time when she hadn't known Francis.

Sure, he was annoying as hell.

And liked to try and grope her.

And flirted with anything with a face.

And had probably screwed more people and nations than he could remember.

Multiple times.

But he was always there.

Annoyingly, aggravatingly, irritatingly there.

He was her constant.

Whether she was saving his arse from Germany or trying to parent two other nations (plus some) with him.

He was the most flirtatious, spontaneous, arsehole she knew.

But she also knew that that wasn't all of Francis.

He was also vulnerable.

And kind.

And gentle.

He was always thinking about someone else.

What would make them happy.

What would be the best for them.

It was just that no one knew that's what he was thinking.

Because Francis is an incredible actor.

Maybe that's why she loved him.

Because he was always considerate, while still appearing to be the most self-centered bastard he could be.

"Mon petite lapin! Where are you, my love?"

Alice looked up from the book in her lap and rolled her eyes.

"In the living room, Frog!" she called back, "And if you pass the kitchen, bring me some more tea, would you?"

She heard Francis whine as dishes clanked.

"You are addicted, lapin," Francis admonished.

Alice rolled her eyes.

"I wish you would stop calling me that," Alice muttered, "You make me sound like a scared little bunny who'll run when she gets scared."

Arms slithered around her waist and Alice jumped involuntarily.

"But you are a little bunny," Francis whispered, his breath on her cheek making Alice go red, "The difference is, I'll never let you run."

Alice turned to glare at the Frenchman, "What makes you think I'll run?"

Francis leaned in and captured her lips, making Alice jump again.

He pulled back and smirked.

"What makes you think you can?" Francis tossed his hair over his shoulder with a shake of his head.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me already," Alice growled.

Francis couldn't remember a time when he didn't love Alice.

Maybe it had started when he had found her, alone by that tree, a little rabbit in her arms.

Maybe when she had grown her hair out after Francis said he liked it that way. She still kept it long too.

(He loved to play with it)

Maybe when she had come to see him during the revolution, did what she could without help from her nation.

Maybe when she had come to save him during World War II, and kissed him to make him shut up.

Maybe it was when she had worn that mini skirt on his birthday…

…yeah…probably the mini skirt…

But, mini skirts aside, Francis had always thought Alice was beautiful.

He had been mad at her.

He had laughed at her.

He had even hated her.

But he had always loved her.

Francis could remember clearly the day Alice had finally returned his feelings.

It was the best day of his life.

"Cher?"

"Hmm?"

"Je vous-"

"Speak English, Francis. It's too early to be speaking Frog."

Francis smiled down at the head lying on his stomach, the blonde hair splayed across his bare chest.

"As you wish," he muttered, kissing her forehead, "I love you, Alice Kirkland."

Alice hummed, blinking one bright green eye lazily at her lover.

"You know," she muttered, "The last person to tell me that was a woman."

Francis smiled, continuing to stroke her hair, "Really?"

"Her name was Elizabeth," Alice muttered, closing her eyes again.

They lapsed into silence.

"H-hey, Frog?"

"Yes, cher?"

Alice swallowed, then looked up at Francis, both eyes open, "J-j'taime…Francis…"

Francis's smile widened and he leaned down to kiss her.

"How'd I do?" she muttered against his lips.

"Truthfully?" he asked, "Your accent was terrible."

Alice leaned up to kiss him again, "I plan to practice."

Francis couldn't have been happier.