Chapter 4: Learning to Live Together.

Britain POV

I noticed France as he came down the stairs; I also noticed the fake smile on his face. He probably thought I didn't notice but I did. I had always wondered how he had been so able to be strong about things that I as a person couldn't be. It was one of the reasons I found him so interesting and so aggravating all at once. Not only that but he noticed little things like my reading preferences and the books I didn't have but wanted.

"Have a nice shower?" I asked him as he sat on the couch and I sat in one of the love seats.

"Well it was ok I suppose. It's weird not being in my own house." He told me with a chuckle.

'Tell me about it.' I grumbled in my mind. "It's gonna take some getting used to that's for sure."

I went back to reading and to my shock he closed his eyes and went to sleep. France rarely slept around me, probably figuring that I would beat him to a pulp if he tried too much. Rightly so but this time it just felt off, I don't know how else to describe it. It didn't feel like when he normal slept around me. Standing up to figure out why I felt this way about him I glanced at him and fought myself over what to do. Groaning realizing I would have to touch him I did so wincing until I felt his forehead.

"Jesus France!" I exclaimed no longer caring that I had touched him. "Your burning up!"

He groaned and I went to the first aide closet and found the fever reducer medication. I was about to rush back to him when I took a step back. Why did I care if he had a fever? Why did I care if he hadn't told me he had a fever? What was happening to me? He had only been here two days and a night and suddenly I was all over him. No! I put the medicine back and grabbed my book huffed up to my room.

If he gave a damn about his health he'd take care of it himself. I refused to become his worrying wife? Husband? Whatever. He could take care of himself and by damned I'd let him. I wasn't going to fall for him, I wasn't going to let him get under my skin. We were going to stay friends. ONLY friends. This was just a marriage to get my point across to my egotistical boss. Nothing else. We, this, meant nothing.

France POV

I woke up in a haze. It was like I was there and I wasn't at the same time. I smelled tea brewing but my dizziness forced me to keep my eyes closed. I was feeling horrible and weak and everything seemed too loud. However after a few agonizing moments I felt someone touch my shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly the room still spinning and closed them again.

"Really wanker, you should take better care of yourself." I heard Angleterre whisper to me before I felt him help me to sit up. "Here. It doesn't taste great but it should help some."

He offered me the tea cup and I wished the world would stop spinning. "Dizzy." I managed to get out but only just.

I heard him sigh and then suddenly felt something touch my lips. It was cool and smooth. I opened them a little and let him help me to drink a sip of the tea. I was still slow on the uptake what with still being sick but I wondered what had caused him to start to worry about me. After finishing the bland and frankly bad tea I felt exhausted and was further surprised when Angleterre helped me to lie down and let me sleep again.

England POV

Francis was clearly not doing well and I wasn't heartless so I helped him with a bit of herbal tea. I sat and read the book he got me in the chair across from the couch to see if his fever went down at all. I found it extremely odd when I felt relief an hour later that his fever had started to go down. I went back to reading and inwardly cursed when someone knocked on the door wanting France to sleep and not wake up.

I rushed to the door a glare on my face and America took a step back upon seeing it. "What do you want?" I whispered at him quickly.

"Uh. You ok?" He asked me and I inwardly winced at how loud he was being.

"Shhh. Yes I'm fine. France is sick now what do you want?" I whispered back.

"France is in there with you?" America asked with a blinking face.

I inwardly winced at that, I had forgotten I hadn't told the rest of the group about France and I's arrangement. "Yes. For the time being." I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.

"Uh… Right. Well I wanted to invite you out for a bit." He told me and I groaned inwardly.

"Why?" I stepped outside closing the door softly.

"You looked really run down lately." He told me clearly serious. "I just wanted to help."

I sighed, part of me wanted to go while the other part wanted to stay and take care of France. I mean I'd never seen him in such a state true but I had never lived with him before either. How much had he been hiding from me about his wellbeing? I looked back at America and my pride took over. I nodded and went in to grab my shoes and coat and left the house with France behind. I left him a text to let him know I had gone out but said nothing else.

I came back after a few hours to find that Francis was making me some delicious dinner. I knew I should be happy but I couldn't find it in my heart to be. He was sick, he should be taking care of himself not me. In my anger I stomped over to him and simply reacted.

"Ah Angleterre-" I slapped him as hard as I could and hated how it didn't seem to faze him as much as I hoped it would have. "Why the slap Angleterre?"

"You're sick. Go lie down and get some rest." I growled at him.

"But I feel better thanks to your treatment." He replied with a smirk which only made my blood boil.

"Yeah and you're gonna get worse if you overdo it." I snapped back. "Now go back to bed and for once worry about yourself, damn it Francis!"

I blinked when he grabbed my hand and tried to pull it away. "So you do care."

I hated how I couldn't retort. I hadn't wanted to care to begin with, but here I was caring. I looked down at the ground and felt a hand on my shoulder. Then blue eyes looked me dead in the eye.

"I'll be careful mon ami. I won't push it." I sighed at that. "I can't not do anything though mon ami. I would lose my mind."

I huffed I didn't need to look at him to know he was serious. I felt him pin me to the counter but it was gentle and I didn't feel threatened though I supposed I should have. Then suddenly as quickly as he had he was gone and I looked over at him finishing the food.

"Go rest and let me cook us dinner ok?" I huffed but my fighting side relented for the time being.

I sat down and waited for France's dinner. It didn't take long and pretty soon I was eating a delicious dinner night.

"Is it gonna be this way every night?" I asked France only half expecting an answer.

"I don't mind cooking." He retorted and I groaned.

"That wasn't my question." I huffed at him.

"I know. Yes, if you allow it I don't mind cooking every night." He replied and I looked at him in shock.

I remained silent after that and ate what could I say to such selflessness?

Three Weeks Later

France POV

I was still in shock. Angleterre and I had finally learned how to live together though it was incredibly tough. We had spent the first two weeks trying to wring each others necks in every possible way. I enjoyed how that ended with kissing and tickling and play but Angleterre seemed to hate it. I didn't know if he felt the same way I did about finally getting married, but frankly I didn't really care. Even if he was only in it for the reason he would remain a country representive, that was fine. I loved him with all my heart and while we had kissed a lot we never took it to the next step. I wanted him to initiate that step. Not me. Amerique and Canada were congratulating me and we were all getting a little hammered, but hey no one blames the grooms for getting hammered at their bachelor party.

I watched as Angleterre tried valiantly to not act drunk when it was clear he was more hammered than me. Probably trying to forget what tomorrow would mean for him. I felt a frown appear on my face but quickly shook my head to clear it. I knew that was going to be the case, that he would never love me the same way I loved him, so why did saying that always cause my heart to plummet and my mood to become depressed.

I chuckled and after hours of laughing and games and drinks I was done, by that point everyone was heading home and I called a cap to ensure that we didn't drive while drunk. When we got home I had just managed to get Angleterre upstairs to his bed and grunted more in shock when I found myself pinned to the bed.

"Angleterre?" I was more than a little shocked when I found myself in a deep kiss.

I was panting by the end of it and barely could see straight. It seemed Angleterre was more possessive when hammered; still I had to try and stop him. He would most likely be furious if this went any father.

"Angleterre stop." I tried to gently push him off me only to wince as I was slammed hard onto the bed, the hand I had been using to try and push him off me now pinned. "You'll regret this tomorrow, this is a bad idea."

I managed to get out before he was kissing me again and I had to fight not to play with his tongue as much as I really wanted too. This time however when he pulled back I didn't have time to try and tell him to stop and had to grip the sheets throwing a hand over my face to cover it as he began to tease and tweak my nipples. Slowly and deliberately probably knowing exactly when I would lose my mind to the sensation.

"Angle… Aaaaah. Stop… Mmhhh… bad idea… fucking…. Aaaaaah." I knew I was mumbling like a drunk bitch but I couldn't help myself.

I had wanted him to do this for so long, and now he was doing it all wrong. He was gonna hate me tomorrow morning but right now I didn't care about that. If this was how it was gonna be then I say let it come. I wiggled and tried to get away from the sensation on my nipples but if I made any progress he pulled me back to torture me anew. I groaned and wiggled and cried out panting and close when he suddenly stopped and I had barely recovered when I felt him touch my ass.

"Angleterre." I didn't want to but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't try to stop him just a little bit more. "You've had your fun. Go any further and I can't guarantee I will be a gentleman much longer." I grunted and gasped when I felt him squeeze my hardening cock.

"You bloody frog. You talk too much." He told me before I was transported to a new heaven and couldn't help but cry out.

His mouth was warm and soft, just like I thought it would be. And tight, I gripped the sheets tighter. Where had he learned to do this? I thought he was a virgin in everything but this? I groaned and tried one last time to wiggle away. My payment was another touch of my ass. I was really starting to feel it now and knew I should try to get away but I didn't have the will power to do so.

I panted as the pleasure continued until I could bear it no more and came hard receiving a slap on the leg as I did so. "Asshole!" I couldn't help but chuckle at Angleterre.

"You were the one pleasing me it's only fair to expect that to happen." I got out smiling before I looked into emerald green eyes and was kissing the love of my life.

We entwined and teased tongues and I tensed lightly when I felt Angleterre tease my ass with his finger. I had always liked the idea of anal play but I had never done it and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. Still we weren't doing anything with it yet and so I tried to only focus on the kissing but it was not to be. I pulled back for air and yelped when Angleterre slid a finger inside.

"Aaah… Angleterre…" Was all I could get out in my shock, it had to have been the alcohol.

He couldn't actually feel the way I felt about him. Could he? No it wasn't possible. He was gonna hate that we had done this come morning so I had only tonight to enjoy it. Only tonight to feel like for once he loved me. Tomorrow things would go back to normal but for tonight at least I could feel loved. It wasn't wrong of me to feel loved if only for one night.

I felt him moving the finger within me and I began to groan and cling to him, I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. Suddenly his finger hit something inside me that felt wonderful and I cried out.

"Quite bloody frog!" He snapped at me. "You give me a headache and I won't want to do this anymore."

I bit my lip knowing his threats were always said with the intent and as he slid another finger in slowly I groaned and but my lip hoping to stay silent. I didn't want him to stop anymore. I had given that up a long time ago. I just wanted Angleterre now. The trusting and the torture that came with that as well as the pleasure continued for what felt like eons.

Finally he pulled his fingers out, I was panting unable to stop myself and then I felt stretching. Not entirely painful but not entirely pleasurable either and when the head of his member entered me I couldn't stop myself from exclaiming. I groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper and groaned louder once he started a slow rhythm. I heard his groans too but I barely registered them as he kept going and he kept hitting that spot in me that felt so good.

The time lost all meaning I clung to him and helped him go in deeper and deeper until he sped up and I groaned and arched more groaning and crying out my pleasure. I heard him chuckle and the time went on and on, but too soon I was getting close to cumming.

"C-Cumming." I groaned out now in total bliss.

"Me too." I heard Angleterre grunt out before a second later we cried out together and I felt him cum in me.

We fell to the bed exhausted and I felt such joy when he didn't ask me to get up and leave but instead pulled me close to his chest and started snoring softly. I quickly joined him the night forever engraved in my head.

Britain POV

I woke up with a hangover and something soft and muscular in my arms. In my sleep addled state I couldn't fathom who or what it was but as my eyes forcibly opened themselves I screamed and backed up quickly, falling off the bed in my panic.

"What the hell you bloody frog?! What are you doing in my bed?" I snapped then angered I grabbed his hair and yanked him towards me. "It was you, wasn't it? You did something to me last night. What was it?! Speak you bloody wanker."

I was scared and furious and didn't noticed the wince or grunt of pain on France's end when I had yanked on him. "Angleterre. Please you're hurting me." He sounded so weak so I let him go but I didn't remove my glare.

"What did you do bloody wanker?" I annunciated so he couldn't miss a word.

"I did nothing." He told me though strangely he wouldn't move from where I'd yanked him to. "You did it yourself. Moi tried to stop you."

I punched him before he could say anything else wrapped a cloth around his neck, yanked him out of my room then gave him a kick in the back as I headed back into my room. I heard him curse and fought myself not to go see if he was alright, but I lost the battle and growling stomped back to the hallway. Where to my shock France was on the floor in a crumbled ball like he had fallen down the stairs.

Still hesitant from how I had found him in my bed naked I slowly made my way down the stairs, assuming he was faking it. However seeing the many bruises and cuts on his back told me otherwise. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I could see the faint scratch marks on his back but most importantly I saw France, the man who was always so strong, always seemingly able to take on the world crying in obvious pain.

"Francis?" I kept my voice low and knew he was trying to hide the fact he had been crying and hurt.

"Angleterre." I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed how rough and scratchy his voice had been when I woke up, true other things were on my mind but… "You should get some rest before tonight."

"But you." This time I knew I couldn't act like an ass he clearly needed help and was trying his best to not ask me the one guy he must have known would be hesitant around him. "Here. Wrap your arm around my neck." I instructed him as I kneeled down to help him up.

He might have been a pain in the ass, but I wasn't one to leave behind a friend or even a comrade when they clearly needed help. As I helped him up I heard him whimper and when I helped him lay on the couch he hissed in pain. I sat next to him on the floor and sighed.

"I did this to you didn't I?"I knew by my hang over I had been hammered, but if I had shown my true feelings of love towards Francis and he ended up this hurt, I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with me now.

"You were drunk." There was that smile, I hated that smile.

The everything is ok, don't worry smile. "Frog! That doesn't excuse my hurting you." I sighed and stood up, seeing as how I didn't remember last night and he probably hated me now I didn't know what else to do. "Just forget that last night ever happened. It didn't. Nothing happened and once your back is healed no one will know the difference."

He was silent for a minute and I figured he was gonna ask the engagement to be called off before he finally answered. "As you wish mon ami. Consider it as you say. Forgotten."

I looked at him in shock before that smile was shown to me again and I turned away before I threw something at that smug smile. He had enough problems with me right now than adding another problem to his hurt back.

France POV

I knew I could never forget last night. I would cherish it forever. But I had agreed to ease Angleterre's mind. I still loved him even after this. I knew it was a forever hidden and forever forgotten thing. And I was ok with that too. If he never accepted how I felt and only wanted to prove a point then that was fine. Let him. I looked up at the ceiling knowing I needed to rest as tonight I walked down the aisle to marry my love. I also needed to let my ass rest. Angleterre came so much inside me. God, didn't he know the meaning of restraint.

I knew it was wrong but I liked the feeling of being full of his love juices. That was another thing he could never take away from me. I felt so warm inside and yet so sticky. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling for me. So my back was a little hurt and sore from him not holding back. No big huge deal. I relaxed and sighed softly when I had to get up to go to the church. If anything my back was gonna be a pain for a long time, but it was worth it.

I get in my suit though much slower than I thought possible thankfully I left enough of a cushion of time for this and entered the limo that Angleterre had called to take us to the church. It didn't take long for me to be smiling and forget my back pain as I waited for Angleterre at the alter to marry him. To him it may have seemed or been a marriage of convenience but for me it was a real marriage.

Angleterre and I made our vows and kissed each other, then ate our cake and after another long day we headed home. By this point my hurt back had caught up to me and I had to ask Angleterre to help me to the couch to sleep. For once however I saw him sigh and yank me upstairs to his room.

"Angleterre?" I asked him though he seemed angered.

"Your back is hurt and it won't heal properly on the couch." He stated and my inner mind couldn't help but point out this might get us sleeping together. "You can sleep on the bed tonight until your back heals but then it's back to the couch for you."

I smiled and nodded a yes. It was only a little bit but I was gonna sleep with Angleterre. Even if it wasn't to do anything that thought alone made me happy. I lay down and almost instantly crashed into dreamland. My back pain forgotten for the moment.