Francis laid on the couch waiting. It's not like Arthur could stay mad at him for long anyways. He traveled too the future yes, kissed him, yes.
As he started to fall a sleep he felt the couch shift a little and soon a light weight was resting on him, a head nestled on his chest. Smiling he held Arthur close.
"I forgive you…"
"Thank you mon cher,"
"So, you knew since then?"
"I knew from the moment we first had sex,"
"That… was not like it is now,"
"I know. That time it was heated hate and grew into more. So, Mon cher I assume you went out and found 'me'?"
Arthur nodded. "Yelled at him first and then we talked. I bed you know what about?"
"Mon cher~ How do you think I won your heart?"
Laughing lightly Arthur relaxed more as he started to drift off to sleep. "I told you, that's why,"
England glared at the roses. Somehow France knew just where he was going to be because he left a vase of roses sitting there with a note to him. Getting mad he picked them up and tossed them to the side of the road.
Continuing with his mend behind him he stopped. Another vase lay with roses this time pink. Kicking them he continued and got mad when he saw a vase sitting on a tree stomp and a note that said 'Don't throw me! I love you!'
"Damn that France!" He screamed and threw the small vase.
For the next three hours they continued to find roses along the path and finally when they got to the inn and settled down an old woman knocked on his door.
"Yes?"
"Someone dropped these off for you. I'll just set them in here," And then she was gone.
A small bunch of roses sat in his room. He glared at them and then looking around he shut his windows and closed the curtains. Going back to the roses he looked at the door as if someone might walk in. Then he reached out and slowly touched the flowers.
Soft like silk of course. Picking them up he set them somewhere else. He was still angry but for some reason he couldn't throw these ones away.
Sitting back on his bed he started to drift off to bed when he heard a tapping noise. Pushing himself up with his hands he saw France's bird tapping on the window. Frowning he got up and opened the window and the bird hopped onto his finger.
"What do you want?"
The bird held out his leg with a note attached.
Getting it he opened it.
'These roses remind me of your beauty. Your eyes are like the steams. Such a lovely Emerald eyes that shine when the sun touches them.
The petals remind me of how soft your lips felt upon mine as they touch for only a moment but the feeling last strong within my heart.'
England stood there with his face painted in red. His mind wrapped around the words over and over again. Feeling his knees go weak he sat down on the bed. An unknown feeling started to beat at abnormal rate. Folding the paper he hid it one of the pockets. Grabbing a pen he tried to think of what to write. Trembling he wrote one word.
France smiled as his bird came back. Taking the note he smiled at the one word.
'Frog.'
Resisting the urge to write back he started to plan his next gift. Sitting down he looked out at the sea. Now to start the next part of his plan.
However it was when he heard the England was trying to forget him with others he set his plan on getting rid of them. After all… England would be his to love.
England laid peaceful in a half sleep after forcing another one of his crew mates to sleep with him. Even in his sleep he saw France kissing him. Trying to force it out of him mind he felt an arm tighten around his waist more.
That fool had better watch it. Even though they had slept together didn't mean anything. He was just a good bed mate. Feeling lazy he stayed there. As he started to drift off to a solid sleep he shot up, the man asking him what was wrong.
There.
What was that? The sudden surge of power. It was strong, it was pulling at him. It must have been calling to other nations to for it lingered and left and came back. Could it be?
"The New World…"
The next chapter a little AU for the Fruk to fall in love~