Hetalia is still not mine. This chapter contains FrUk. This whole story will contain USUK and FRUK. Warning to those who did not understand that in the summary. Hope you like it!

England opened his eyes but only for a second before he quickly shut them wishing the light would shut up. 'Bloody hell, it's too bright.' he thought to himself.
Groaning he slowly opened his eyes and saw he was in a familiar room all by himself. Looking down he noticed he had no shirt or pants on leaving him clad in his underwear. Swearing he was never going to drink again. he pulled the covers off of him and walked to the door that ,he was almost sure, led to the bathroom. He found his clothes folded next to a towel on the counter. "Might as well." He whispered to noone and got in the shower.
He wasn't entirely sure of where he was but it couldn't be too bad if they had taken care of him.

As he got himself clean he tried to remember what had happened. His mind was hazy when it came to the previous night's events.
"Go away England." Oh yeah America was mad at him. If he recalled right it had to do something with France...France.
Oh dear God. France he had kissed France! England's hand automatically went to his lips. Blushing he turned the water off and wrapped himself in the towel.

England looked in the mirror his face so red you could probably see it a mile away. He recalled how France had called to him so gently it had surprised him, how ,when he looked up, he called France's human name, and how France's lips were so soft and comforting he couldn't help but kiss the Frenchman back.
"France kissed me, I-I kissed France."

France had gotten up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for England and himself. He was sure England would remember what happened last night. If he was wrong, he didn't know if he'd tell him or push him against the wall and kiss England senseless. Either way he figured it was about time England knew of his feelings he had been hiding for so long. He didn't regret being caught in the green eyes that made him lose control. It was about time. He only hoped He would accept him.

But he would wouldn't he? England had kissed him back afterall. 'But he was drunk and he passed out soon after.' France sighed. He hated that thought that lingered in the back of his mind. It only made him more nervous.

He heard the shower running. He put some water in a small pot to boil and make England some tea. He already knew how England was about his tea. He chuckled as he served the food on two plates and put them on the table. Not long after he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. His heart jumped and he stepped out of the kitchen to make sure England knew where he was. His heart was beating so fast he was sure England could hear it. He felt like schoolgirl. It was embarrassing.

"Good morning England." He said with a smile when England came into view.
"G-Good morning." England replied with his gaze on the floor, he didn't want France seeing his blush. Noticing this, France turned around and walked towards the kitchen, "I made us some breakfast."
England looked up at the man's retreating back and followed. He willed himself to calm down a bit since France wasn't acting weird. He sat down at the table as France set down a cup of tea in front of him.
"Oh! Thank you." England took a sip and smiled, the tea was prepared just how he liked it. "No problem at all mon cher."

Breakfast went smoothly both England and France had calmed down. They talked about small things, like the weather. Both thinking it was rather lame to be talking about that.

France got up to clear the table.
"Here I'll help." England insisted as he started to stand up.
"No that's okay. It's not that much anyway."
"Oh okay." England sat back down when he heard the question he had feared France would ask him.
"Do you remember last night?" France asked as he started washing the few dishes they had used.
"I-I remember fighting with America before you called and then we went to a pub."
France turned away from the sink and walked over to the table. He stopped when he was on the side across from England and looked into the green eyes of the nervous looking man. "Is that all?" His heart beat faster as he asked.

England, who desperately wanted to look away couldn't. "Y-yeah, of course it is." He cleared his throat. He hadn't noticed how hot it had been in the room.
France didn't buy it. "Is that so," He walked closer and at this England stood up backing away, "I don't quite believe you."
"Well it is you frog! It is all I remember!" England had backed up into a wall.
France stopped, his heart dropping to the pit of his stomach. The pain showed in his eyes. England's face relaxed into a concerned one.
"Frog?" he flinched when he saw France's hand come up to his face and felt it caress his cheek. But found himself leaning towards the warm touch.
"Arthur, if you truly do not remember, then please allow me to refresh your memory." France whispered as he leaned closer.

England had already been caught in France's eyes and just like the night before he would not push France away. Instead, he leaned in and his own eyes closed slowly. France closed the gap between them. Beginning with a small chaste kiss that slowly grew as England kissed back and their lips moved perfectly and deliciously against each other. France's own heart was leaping for joy. He pulled away to lean his forehead against England's. England opened his eyes.
"England," he began with his eyes still closed, savoring the moment. "I love you."

England raised his head, leaning away from France. Had he heard right?
"You..what?"

It's a short chapter, I suppose.
I really enjoyed this scene in my head xD

BTW I'm recovering from surgery at the moment. So..yeah. I don't know where I was going with that. ^^;

Thank you for reading!