So I decided to get festive since I have nothing better to do with my valentines day than write about fictional couples...

This one's sappy and cheesy in every way and I'm not 100% happy with it but I wanted to put something up today so... this is what I got.

On a completely unrelated note, I was at a hockey game last night and there was a player called Kirkland, and he was number freaking 23! I'm serious, you can't make this shit up! I think I may have an issue... Everywhere I go Hetalia is there! I can't escape... my brain won't let me.

Enjoy;)

"Mornin' Mint Bunnies! I'm doing a vlog today, since it's been a while since I did anything different on this channel." The camera was in Francis' usual place in the living room, Arthur sitting on the couch, and Francis sitting beside him, "And since it's Valentine's day, I thought I'd get Francis in here,"

"Bonjour!"

"And we'd answer your 'Valentine's-themed' Twitter questions. So let's get started, shall we."

"First question, is from mintinglindtbunnies and they ask, 'Is there a reason FlyingMintBunny always has bedroom hair?' Well, dear viewer-"

"That's it. I'm picking the questions from now on."

" winterfreshrabbit says, 'PILLOW FIGHT!'"

Francis didn't even have time to react before the pillow connected with his face. Arthur chuckled at the dumbfounded expression on his face, but couldn't enjoy it for long, because only a few moments later there was a pillow crashing into his own face.

"Ah ha ha!" Francis laughed, leaping out of the way of Arthur's pillow, "You dare start a pillow fight with the Great Francis Bonnefoy!"

"You'll go the way of Napoleon before long!"

"Nev-oof!"

"Hey Francis, I think you should read this one out." Arthur said, handing his phone over.

Francis narrowed his eyes at Arthur's neutral expression, but took the phone and glanced at the screen " FlyingMintBunny says..." He turned to Arthur, a little confused, but a huge grin had spread on the other's face, as he prompted Francis to finish reading the tweet.

"Wi..." he stopped and dropped the phone, his hands going up to cover his mouth as he choked out a noise that couldn't really be described as human.

He turned his head slowly, his hands shaking.

Arthur was looking at him with the most adorably hopeful expression, a smile spread wide across his face, a box held open in his hands containing a simple band of gold. He coughed a little, his smile faltering, "Francis Louis Bonnefoy," he began, and Francis could only stare, his vision blurred with the tears he could feel falling down his cheeks, "I'm not good at all this romance bollocks and I can't promise to get any better at it, but I can promise that I'll love you for as long as I'm on this stupid little planet, and I want, more than anything, for you to say that you'll do the same." The smile was back on Arthur's face now, but small and loving and...

"Yes!" Francis choked, nodding frantically, and pulled Arthur into the tightest hug he could manage. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" he chanted, burying his head in Arthur's neck, still nodding.

Arthur hugged him back, so tight Francis genuinely thought they'd be fused together.

When they finally let go, Arthur reached up to wipe the tears from Francis' cheeks, but couldn't get close before Francis grabbed his hands, "Forget that," he said, "Put the ring on, I want the ring on."

Arthur smiled and took the ring from the box, holding it out, "I know it's simple, but I took the liberty of having it engraved, here," he bit his lip, holding it up for Francis to see.

Francis out a choked sob at the writing inside, wiping his cheeks on his sleeve.

The Frog & His Lapin

He smiled, slipping the ring onto his finger and admiring it for a moment before returning his gaze to his beaming fiancé. He leaned forward to press their lips together, letting it linger for a moment while everything sunk in.

"I love you, Lapin."

"Always, Frog."