Intimacy
He had been so scared, letting France in. England had been so used to relationships falling apart that he was certain this one should not go anywhere. When it did, England was scared.
"Intimacy comes in two realms," France whispered into the back of his neck. "Physical and emotional. They come at different times because most people are unable to keep track of both of them at the same moment."
"Is it all right to have only one of them with a person?" England asked, shivering as France's lips found their way down his back.
"Yes. But why would you want to?" France questioned, his fingers feather light over England's chest. England felt his body reacting, but he stayed quiet. He knew it was still obvious as he could feel the blush creeping over his entire body.
"It is... ah... harder to be hurt."
France paused before turning England on to his back. England bit his lower lip to stay silent once more.
"It is better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all."
'Says who?' England wanted to ask, but France had not left him the time to ask his question.
It was so much later, after he had lost and gained and lost once more, did England realize that France was a hypocrite who only wanted to want physical intimacy. Only wanted to want physical intimacy because that was the intimacy which hurt the least when lost. That was the intimacy which was the easiest to regain.
But they were the same, for England wholeheartedly agreed with him.
