"Can you believe it France? It's our 50th anniversary already..." England says with a dreamy sigh as he looks at France, tea in hand.
France puts down his newspaper and nods. "Mhm." He gives a soft smile before kissing England on the cheek. "Do you want a romantic night out perhaps?"

England blushes. "It's been a while since you've suggested something like that... How long has it been... 10 years?"
"Well, this one is going to be a night out you'll remember! Only the best restaurant with the-" England pushes his fingers to France's lips, silencing him. "How about a relaxing night out, under the stars perhaps?" England suggests.
France gulps down his old words and talks up new ones. "Ah, whatever you wish Mon Chéri."

It's now evening and the sky has gone dark with almost no clouds. The couple is dressed in plain clothing, such as a black shirt for France with the arms rolled and a plain green top for England, and both men wear jeans... Yes, they are even allowed to wear clothes from the future in this because I say it looks cuter, and would any of you even give a shit?. France has his hair tied up in a pony tail for this outing.

On the top of a hill with a green with a healthy tree with thick green leaves is where France and England decide to lay down their Picnic blanket. It's a plain square pattern, with the squares being the colours of red, white and blue. England sits down and places the picnic basket on the mat.

"The stars are starting to come out... They're so beautiful." England smile.
France sits down next to England, staring up with him. "You know what's more beautiful?"
England blushes. "What?"
France smiles and kisses England on the cheek. "You."
"Y-you did the meme wrong you idiot!" England says, letting out his Tsundere side.
France laughs a little. "Memes aren't a thing yet silly."

After the two eat their dinner, they start pointing out constellations... But some small clouds start getting in the way.

"Hey, isn't that- Ugh, another cloud..." England sighs. His head rests on France's lap, while France is sitting and leaving against the tree. He plays with England's hair.
"Oh, what bother... The stars are blocked out for a few seconds." France says, not sounding bothered at all.
England watches the cloud slowly float through the sky.

"Hey France... What does the shape of that cloud look like to you?" England asks.
France looks up at the cloud, and he tilts his head around while looking at it. "Hm... It looks like a star with a circle attached."
England grab's France's hand and uses it to point at the cloud. "There's a head... Arms... Legs... And the body."
"So... You see a baby?" France asks, rather confused.
England nods, then looking up at France. "I know I haven't said anything about this yet but... I'd like to have kids."

France freezes, going pale. He looks down at England. "Ahonhon... Uh, we don't need to have kids just yet now do we? And look at the countries that actually had kids! There aren't many, now are there? And how hard would it be to adopt a country if we went that route? Actually, is that the only route we can go if we want kids?"
England frowns. "Sorry for bringing it up..." He shrugs and goes silent.

France carries the now sleeping England inside their house and turns on the light. He spots a note on the kitchen table, but runs up the stairs and tucks England into bed before going back down to read it. He picks the note up.
'Hey bro! We broke in earlier and found that you weren't home and didn't bother looking for you, mainly because we'd rather not barge in on hardcore sex or whatever you and the Frenchie do when you're not at home... So we settled to stealing your cookies. Also Wales wants to know if you've told him that you want kids... For the sake of probably everyone I suggest you don't have any. - Scotland
PS: We're not giving you anything in return for those cookies.'

France sighs.
"It's not that I don't want kids... It's just that I fear I won't make a good father. If I'm being honest, I've been an awful big brother... How could I do any better as a father?" France stares at the ceiling, looking lost. Then he looks up the stairs, seeing light being emitted from the bedroom. "Don't worry Mon Chéri, I'll be right with you."