In which England needs to help a friend, and France just needs to not be alone. Slight FrUK/UKFr.

England loses his sight due to a failed spell, but, too proud to ask for help, struggles on his own. France, of course, will have none of that.

On the eve of war their eternal performance continues, where winning and losing matter far less than the thrill and power of the game. Gift for finduilaslissesul on tumblr for the FrUK Spring gift exchange 2015.

England didn't want this anymore, he didn't want score-keeping and pain, he wanted love. When it comes to France though, is it too much to ask for? Especially when the Frenchman seems to care only of conquests? This summary makes the story sound deep but it's probably not. Will soon be a multi-chapter fic i promise.

"I just don't see how a few minutes alone can make two people suddenly fall in love." Arthur doesn't understand the logic behind love, but can a wacky idea by America and seven minutes alone with Francis change his mind...? FrUK.