Hey guys! Stuck in theatre again! XD So here is a lovely fic-

Arthur poured himself another glass of whine and then stood back to lean against the table, using his free hand as support whilst he swirled the beverage in it's glass. 'I'll never get the chance to get that thing to him...' Arthur thought and then looked up at the calling of his name. Rolling his eyes he rolled the pad of his index over the edge of the glass. "What is it Gilbert?' He looked annoyed.

"Nice smooch" He teased with perked lips and a small laugh.

Arthur gasped and quickly moved to throw the wine over Gil. The German caught this and quickly started to wave his hands in front of his face defensively. "Nien Nien! I von't tell!"

Arthur cautiously lowered his glass and pointed his nose up slightly to look down upon the other. "Swear."

Gil sighed loudly, "Ja ja...Ich swear!" He rolled his eyes. Honestly how ridiculous could this damned brit be?!

"Then why are you here?" Arthur snapped quietly and then sipped at his wine.

"I zink it is sweet of jou to do zat for Francis...but, did jou actually mean it?" He rubbed his neck awkwardly and then glared at the other as he switched to a more serious tone.

Arthur was literally rolling his tongue around words that either, a) caught in his throat, or b) just would not form or come out.

He adverted his eyes. "You already know..." He fidgeted with a button on his shirt.

Gilbert casually poured a glass. "Zen vhy act zhe vay jou do?" He raised a brow and then took a sip of the wine.

Arthur sighed again and set his drink down, leaning against the table with both forearms on it. "Alfred..." He refused to look the German in the eyes.

Gilbert narrowed his eyes again and then stood up. "Zhen don't do anyzing until you make your choice...I don't vant to see him hurt again." He walked away. Arthur felt a sudden twinge of guilt. "I have..."

Alfred ran around the room to play with Peter, just missing some delicate pieces in the Frenchman's establishment. "Non! Non! Not near zee menagerie!" He ran over to the table and caught a vase with both of his fumbling hands, resolving himself and pushing the loose hairs that had fallen from their tie out of his face. resetting the Vase he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding when he suddenly tensed at the hand of Matthew. "You okay Papa?"

Francis sighed, "Oui...Euh...Quelle heure est-il?"

Matthew looked at his watch. "Time for dinner." He smiled, noticing it was a quarter after dinner. Francis smiled. "Well, zen, care to 'elp moi avec zee food?" He lead him to the kitchen as if the question was more of a suggestion.
Smiling softly, of course he did.

Antonio was leaning against the wall chatting with an irritated Romano when Gilbert arrived. "So I asked him." He swirled the drink in his hand. Antonio got the message and Lovino took this chance to sneak away from the Spaniard. "So?"

Gilbert sighed. "He doesn't want everyone to know, so pretend that you never heard anyzing from me. Und don't tell...I swore."

Antonio smirked. "Si, but I didn't." He pointed out. "But I won't tell..."

Gilbert leaned against the wall. "I don't approve of it...but -"

"Just let him go...Francia knows when he can move on from the past...He'll know when he is ready for love...After all it is basically his embodiment." Antonio waved his hand once and then found Lovino, chiming him over so he could 'escort' him to the table.

Everyone was calmly eating their food, and by the time that had all finished, The cake was passed out and then the time came for gifts. Poland nearly spent all of dinner talking about new clothing lines which had half of the table's attention, video games and movies, hosted by none other than Alfred, had the other. They even had some time to watch the tour de France. Though Everyone had started to leave around 11, all except Arthur who needed to wait until the next day for the earliest flight. He was too tired now. Seeing his brother out, the eldest, Alistair. "See you." He said to Arthur who merely scoffed. Wales was trying desperately to calm his drunken brother down, that would be Ireland. Scotty then looked to Francis who was planting kisses all over Seychelles who was happily giggling and then bounded out through the door, of which the Scott gently held open for her with a small smile.

Francis came up to the Brit and smiled. "Zhank you for not fighting avec L'angelterre tonight...Et pour zee new wine!" He smiled.

Alistair shook his head and then hugged Francis who hugged back. Patting his back he smiled. "Don' mention it, you're a good friend." He backed up to face him with his hands on the Frenchman's shoulders. The the two exchanged a few kisses on the cheek which held custom in France though held their elder feelings that only lingered about and were mostly one-sided on Alistair's part. Silently, he left with a wave and 'avoir.'

When Francis had finished waving the last of his guests away, he smiled and closed the door, a little surprised to see that Arthur was still standing thee and not already upstairs in bed. He smirked. "Merci...pour not ruining my birthday zis year~" He teased and began to approach him.

Arthur bit his lower lip an kept his eyes glued to the floor. "Oh shut up. I got you something..." He revealed a bag that he had been hiding behind his back.

Francis was surprised yet again. "Art'ur, Quand did you get zat-"

Arthur held up his hand to stop him and then handed him the bag. "Just open it..."

The frenchman eyed him cautiously and then opened the bag, moving the tissue around to reveal a little box at the bottom. He quirked a brow hesitantly placing the bag upon the nearby coffee table. Arthur gave him a look that gestured for Francis to continue. Francis exhaled through his nose and smirked just slightly. Removing the top of the box he could feel his abilities to hold said box getting weaker and becoming numb. "Art'ur..." Sitting there in some blue satin was a freshly polished silver, pocket watch. It was vintage. Just like his elder one. A fine replica. "Mon dieu...Merci Che-"

Arthur tried to speak and let out a shuddery breath. "A-And there is something else i'd like to ask you..."

"Quoi?" Francis asked and pulled out the watch to examine it.

"W-Well...I...I know last time..." He gulped. "We got off kind of roughly...Would you like to...go on a date...? Some time soon...?"

Francis smiled softly, interrupting him, "Art'ur."

Arthur tensed and looked up.

"Embrasse moi." Francis smirked. And thus the two spent at least a half hour making out on the couch. Was it the low level of intoxication? neither could say. Then again, neither could really complain at the moment.