Kat: ...My yogurt blew up in my face... again. But on the bright side, I've finally figured out how to put the poll up on my profile page. A vote would greatly be appreciated! In case my pen name is forgotten (I'm very easy to forget), it's KittyKat2583.
"All this time you've been sleeping with him naked?! You don't know what the perverted bastard could do to you. Have you no Italian pride?"
"Ve, fratello, what's wrong with that? We used to sleep in the same bed all the time, remember?"
"Idiota, not out loud," Romano whispered harshly.
"Then it is settled, da?" Again, that smile that sends shivers running up and down one's spine was placed on Russia's face. No one bothered to object. "Excellent. Now we shall all sleep, da?" The nations shuffled out of the room and made their ways to their assigned sleeping areas. Although, Germany was unable to leave before Romano stepped in front of him and gave his warning.
"I would never do anything to harm your brother. I truly care about his wellbeing," Germany declared. Romano huffed and the German continued his way down the short flight of steps.
Soon, only Spain, Japan, and Romano were left in the living room. Japan quietly cleared his throat before speaking.
"Please excuse me for interrupting this... tense atmosphere, but shall we decide our sleeping places now?"
"Right, mi amigo!" Spain chirped.
"You're sleeping on the chair, tomato bastard."
"Lovi, why can't we sleep together like Feli and Ludwig?" Romano's muscles tensed before he replied.
"I'm not sleeping next to you, bastard! You're friends with that French pervert for a reason," he said, while a blush colored his cheeks.
Japan had been watching the exchange between the two with emotionless eyes, but refrained from speaking. It was not his business to interrupt their argument.
"Aw, Lovi~ You're looking like a tomato again." Spain flinched from the pillow that was flung at him. "Right... Sleeping on the chair."
Sunlight filtered through the blinds and into the master bedroom. The smaller blonde stirred before his vibrant, emerald eyes fluttered open. With a groan, he tried moving his arm to block out the light, but found it trapped. He glanced down and saw arms encircled around his shoulder and waist. His eyes trailed down them, seeing that they belonged to none other than France. He could feel his cheeks grow warm from being so close to another person.
"G-goddamnit, f-frog! I thought y-you said you w-wouldn't make any a-advances on me," England had said not so quietly, forcing the Frenchman to wake up.
"A-Angleterre," he started groggily, "Bonjour."
"'Good morning' my arse! You better have a good explanation for this position you put me in." England tried worming his way free.
France yawned. "Arthur, it is not my fault that you like to snuggle against me in your sleep, non? Il est de ton faute."
"Git, it's not my fault and I did no such thing! Not even unconsciously would I fraternize with a long time enemy."
France's eyes lit up with amusement. "Are you finished yet?"
"Git," England muttered. Francis chuckled and released Arthur from the embrace.
He lifted himself off the bed to get into a sitting position. France propped himself up with his elbows beside him. Just to be sure, England checked his clothing to make sure that it wasn't backwards or missing. One can never be too sure.
"Arthur, it hurts to see that you have so little trust in me." He placed a hand to his heart and clutched the fabric over it to be dramatic.
"Says the pervert who has had more one night stands than the number of hairs on his head."
"But you're the person in love with the pervert, non?"
"Don't flatter yourself, frog. You have been acquainted with Arrogance far too many times in the past. He's getting tired of you." England threw a teasing grin over to his boyfriend.
"As if you aren't the most prideful one around here," France scoffed.
"Speaking of prideful, I'm going to make my delicious tea and scones for breakfast." He rose from from the bed and ran a hand through his messy hair.
"A-Angleterre, m-maybe you should take a break from cooking. I-I mean that you worked so hard to give Alfred proper nutrition in the past. You deserve to relax once in awhile."
"Nonsense, frog. That was centuries ago. The past is the past, though I'm surprised you're bringing that up." The raised eyebrow was making France internally curse himself.
"W-What I meant to say was... I planned t-to make a romantic breakfast-in-bed sort of thing, but you woke up earlier than I did..." It was a lie, but it was better than a premature death, courtesy of the horrid abominations that Arthur calls 'food.'
"...R-really?" England rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Well... If you insist."
France breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had bought the lame excuses. He threw off the covers and leapt out of bed. The two opened the door and found an exasperated China with a fist in mid-air, about to knock. The Asian quickly lowered the hand to his side.
"You two are so loud, aru," he complained.
"I'm terribly sorry, China, but France was being an arse."
"Hey, I'm the one going to make breakfast."
"I don't care about what the both of you do, aru," China cut in, "You are annoying, aru." He turned and walked back into his room, shutting the door behind him.
"Well then." England said. A hand was placed on his shoulder. A gentle smile graced France's features. He grabbed his hand and was led down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Once there, Germany looked up from a novel and placed his gaze on the couple. "Guten morgen," he greeted.
"Bonjour, Allemagne. How long have you been in here?" France said breezily.
"Not long. I was just waiting for the others to wake up. We should leave this house soon."
"D'accord. But we should eat breakfast, first." His thumb stroked the back of England's hand. "Angleterre, would you wake the others and tell them to get ready for breakfast?"
"Y-yes," he stammered. Damnit, why did Francis have to make him so flustered?
England exited the kitchen and entered the living area. Spain was still sleeping on a chair, his head bowed forward. His hand grabbed the Spaniard's shoulder and shook it slightly. "Oi, Spain. France is cooking breakfast."
He groaned before looking up at the Englishmen with bleary eyes. "Hm?"
"France is making breakfast," England repeated. He glanced at Japan, who was already sitting up from the couch, and nodded his greeting. "Though, I think that you should wake up Romano instead of me."
"Sí, sí." Spain yawned. He stood up stiffly and stretched before crossing the room. "Lovi," he called. At that point, England was leaving the room to ascend to the upper level of the house. He approached the first door on the right, which was the door to China's room.
"China, breakfast is almost ready," he said while opening the door. Inside, he found the Asian nation performing slow movements in a strong stance. The other was too concentrated to notice him step into the room. "...What are y- Ah!" England quickly dodged a punch.
"英国? Aiyah, you should have told me you were coming in, aru." His tone was slightly angry.
"...I did."
"No, you did not, aru. You interrupted my morning routine, aru."
"That's what it is? It looks like a slow-motioned version of martial arts."
"Tease all you want, aru. This promotes good health, aru." His arms practiced the familiar movements with a flourish and ease.
"...Right. I'll see you downstairs, I guess." England gently shut the door behind him and walked across the hall to Austria and Hungary's room. He proceeded to knock on the door, which promptly opened. It was the brown-haired woman who was behind it.
"Hey, England. We heard you yelling at France this morning. Did you two have sex?" Arthur immediately blushed.
"W-who would start a conversation in that way?!" Hungary only smiled devilishly. Behind her, Austria appeared, a slightly annoyed expression crossing his face.
"I think you've embarrassed him enough, dear." He then shifted his gaze to England. "You wanted to tell us something?"
"Y-yes," Arthur said while recollecting himself. "France is making breakfast, and he should be done soon. I just wanted to let you know."
Austria nodded. "Thank you. We will be down in a few minutes." The door then shut again.
England walked down the stairs and found Romano yelling at Spain.
"Stupid tomato bastard! Why did you wake me up so early?!"
"But it's past seven, Lovi." His arm was held in front of him, as if he were using a shield, to block the punches from Lovino.
"I don't care! You know that I didn't take my siesta yesterday, idiot!"
England shook his head and descended the steps. At once, he saw Italy sleeping spread eagled on the couch. He walked past the coffee table beside it and gently shook Italy. "Italy, it's almost time to eat."
He faced away from England, eyes still closed. "Five more minutes, Germany," he mumbled.
"It's not Germany, it's England." Italy shot up and got on his knees, his hands clasped together in a begging gesture.
"I'm up! I'm up! Just please don't hurt me, please! I'll do anything! I have relatives in London, so please don't hurt me!"
"I... won't..." England only stared, unable to make anything of it. "Er... France is making food."
Italy's face lit up. "Big Brother France is cooking? Yay! I hope it's pasta." He got off his knees and skipped his way up the stairs, leaving England by himself.
"I thought it was you I heard, da?" Russia was standing in the mouth of a doorless entryway.
"Y-yeah... Breakfast-"
"I will go get America." With that, Russia turned and left the room. Before he could return, however, England quickly climbed the stairs and returned to the second level.
He rushed into the kitchen and saw most of the nations already gathered around circular table, chatting with each other. On the island, France had already assembled platters of crêpes and fresh fruits. Other kinds of jams and sweet sauces were neatly placed along with the foods. Searching for the French nation, he finally spotted him putting some sort of pastry into the oven. Closing it and setting the timer, he removed the blue oven mitt from his hand and placed it on a nearby hook.
The other turned around, and azure eyes met forest green ones. A wide smile appeared on France's face, and England found himself doing the same. There was no need for words, because they thoroughly understood each other through the deep gaze. It wasn't until Hungary gained their attention that the whole moment was ruined.
"Aww, this is so cute! This moment is so fluffy right there!" Thus, Hungary was far away in her fangirl world and her fangirl squeals.
Kat: Six pages~ Woohoo! *fist pumps* I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation of a possible fluffy scene. ^^