Third Person POV
It was valentines day in a two weeks time and there was one particular country who was as excited as a child on Christmas. France, the nation of love, loved this particular holiday most of all because he felt happy when he saw the streets filled with couples and people showing their love for on another. This certain blonde, flamboyant nation was currently walking down the halls of a building that was to house this months World meeting, it was in London this time round and for once France was surprised to find that the weather was not as dismal as he supposed it would be. As he opened up the door to the meeting room he noticed that a small singular rose lay in front of his seat, a small note attached to its stem I hope I give you a reason to smile like you do for me. Confusion washes over the French nation as he stares down at the neat scripture, maybe someone made a mistake, put this on the wrong desk. Before France to ponder the thought anymore, the door to the meeting room was swung open; a small blonde haired man walked in looking like some had just shot his pet hamster. "Ah! Angleterre. How are you this morning mon Ami?" France linked his fingers and lent forward across the table as the English nation froze halfway to his seat. Slowly turning around he, apparently for the first time, noticed the other nation sitting in the room. England let out a loud sign and turned on his heels taking a seat next to the French nation; surprising him greatly. "I am terribly sorry. It is nothing you need to worry about, Frog." The French nation was even more confused at the strange behaviour of his life-long enemy, when he proceeded to stand back up only to change the name plates around so England's name was placed right next to France's. "Are you sure mon ami? You are acting strange non?" Once again England stiffened slightly before relaxing, he rested his head on the cool surface of the table and closed his eyes before looking up at the nation sitting next to him "I had another argument with dear old America. Nothing but the usual, Love." Silence filled the room, so still and quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard, awkward tension filled the room as both nations stared at each other. France had just opened his mouth to reply or question the shorter man on the context of what he had just said but the room was filling up with nations now. First in was Germany, followed by Italy, Romano, Spain, China, Russia, the Baltics, The Nordics, America and Canada. All nations were taking their designated seats as England stood up at the front to call the meeting to order; since he was the hosting nation England was the first to speak and tried his very best not to look in the direction of a certain French nation. After he sat down all hell broke loose, America and Canada had started arguing about which was the better nation; Spain had received a punch in the stomach from a very flustered Romano and Italy was clinging to Germany. Another successful world meeting! England was trying to ignore the chaos around him by placing his head on the table once again; however his gaze was snatched away by the notions of his rival France, who was currently playing with a fresh rose in his hand, twirling the stem and reading the note over and over. After watching a small smile spread across the French nations face, Britain couldn't take anymore, he stood up so abruptly that his chair was sent flying across the room until it clattered into the wall, running out of the room he proceeded to sprint down the hall towards his home. For you see my dear children, our little Britain was deeply in love with his 'Enemy' France.
As soon as England left, all countries had settled down, mostly out of confusion and some purely out of shock due to there being no obvious reason as to why the small island nation just suddenly up and left. Though before any of them had long to ponder the fact there was a loud knock at the door, Germany stood to open it and a delivery man stood in the door way holding a bouquet of Iris'. "I have a delivery for a Mr Francis Bonnefoy." The said nation stood up and took the flowers from the stranger "Ah Thank you, Mon Ami. Do you happen to know who sent them?" The man looked down at the floor as if deep in thought for a few moments before looking back up, the next words out of his mouth shocked all of the nations who had decided to congregate by the meeting room door "A man called Arthur Kirkland, sir." France was out of the door within seconds, following the path he knew so well, the path to the man who had ran away just moments before, he was headed to Britain's house. As France picked up his pace, he noticed a small card folded neatly inside the bundle and trying not to slow his pace, reached inside and grabbed hold of the card. Opening up the neatly folded paper France's heartbroken at the sight of neatly curled writing before him. He ran around the corner making his way up to a door he knew all to well, knocking on the door repeating the words he had just read over and over again in his mind. Forever is a long time, but I have been able to make it thanks to you. I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my time by your side. Distance isn't a problem as long as I know you are mine. I love you Francis. The door opened revealing a deeply dishevelled England, he looked worn to the bone but above all terrified when he saw France standing on his door step; breathing hard and clutching the bouquet in his arms. "Hello France. Is there something I can help you with?" England tried his hardest to pick himself up, bringing his gentlemanly attitude back in place, masking his true emotions somewhere deep down. "Ah we need to talk, Mon petit Lapin. May I come in?" Opening the door wider in a silent invitation, France stepped over the threshold of the house and walked slowly into the living room. " Do you happen to have a vase that I could borrow? I don't want these beautiful flowers to wilt." Again not making a sound, the other nation walked out of the room and into the kitchen, filling a glass vase with water before bringing it over to the coffee table and allowing France to place the flowers inside as gentle as he could. "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about France?" Both nations sat down on the sofa, on opposite ends to try and encompass as much distance between them as possible before France answered. "It is just that Angleterre. I wanted to ask you if it was true." France looked over at his rival, who was currently finding a loose threat of his sweater vest to be quite fascinating, trying to search for a sign in his eyes. "Were these flowers from you Mon Amour?" England's head shot up to look at France, hope glittering in his emerald eyes causing France's voice to catch in his throat. I might have forgot to mention it earlier but our dear France is also in love with our Tsundere country over here. "W...What the bloody hell did you call me Frog?" Once again I say tsundere. Anyway France smiled over at the Brit, affection shining in his blue eyes trying to convey his emotions to the other but apparently failing to do so. A light chuckle escapes the Frenchman "Ah you can be so cute sometimes mon Petit Lapin." A blush dusted the English nations cheeks at this, standing up from his seat he stood in front of the French nation, mumbling under his breath. "I am sorry mon Amour, what did you say? you need to speak up." England crossed his arms over his chest and this time said it slightly louder; loud enough for France to hear this time. "I meant it, Francis. Every word." The Brit had looked briefly over at the table in which the bouquet of Iris' sat before turning his head back to look at the French nation. "Ah you should have said so earlier mon petit lapin. For I feel the same towards you." The blush on England's cheeks deepened spreading to the tips of his ears as he shifted from one foot to the other contemplating his next move; seemingly making up his mind he slowly sat in the Frenchman's lap and attentively wrapped his arms around his neck. "I love you Francis." Burying his head in the others shoulder, England was surprised to find warm, strong arms wrap around his waist pulling him closer as France buried his face in the other's hair breathing his scent in. "I love you too mon petit lapin." England pulled away the blush having died down now " Why do you keep calling my you little rabbit or my love?" France gave a light chuckle "Because you are adorable and I wanted to give you a unique pet name, you never minded it when we were children. I believe you still called me Frog though." A rare smile shaped the island nations features as he reminisced about his past with France, "You will always be my Frog, Love. Nothing is going to change that." A soft kiss was shared between the two as the world around them faded into the background. The only left for them was each other and that is all that mattered.
A/N
I know this chapter is one of the shorter ones but I thought it just flowed nicely, and that it goes well with the characters original personalities. As we all know that even though England and France pretend to hate each other; they care for each other deeply - even if you just perceive it as a friendly relationship it is still there. I hope you enjoyed the latest update and once again please comment any other pairings you would like to see me writing about on here, I will try my best to write a decent fic on it.