Title: Get Out of my Window!
Pairing: FrUK
Rating: T
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Teh Awesome Prussia only wishes I owned Hetalia!
England blushed profusely as Francis licked gently up his neck, stopping every so often to place little kisses, barely touching him. It wasn't enough; Arthur needed more.
"Please, love, stop teasing!"
He realized Francis was going to ignore him when the Frenchman slipped his hands under England's shirt, moving torturously slowly up the Brit's sides. Finally they came to rest on his chest, where he ran a thumb over England's nipple, causing the other blonde to arch his back slightly with a gasp.
"You like that, mon cher?" He chuckled. "There's much more to come."
England only moaned in response. Francis lifted him up into his lap, so that Arthur was straddling his waist with his hands on Francis's chest.
"Strip." France demanded, and England blushed before nodding and pulling his shirt off. He was reaching for the clasp on his trousers when he swore he saw the curtain move in the window.
"Francis…"
"Second thoughts, Angleterre?"
"Well no, but… do you by any chance have a cat?" England thought perhaps a pet was behind the curtain.
"A cat? No, why?"
England paled. "Then I think….someone is watching us from your window…"
"Huh?" Without another word, France set Arthur down on the couch, moving towards the sounds of rustling and hushed whispers that were coming from the window. Silently, he yanked the curtain aside to reveal Prussia and Spain, his two best friends. "Gilbert? Antonio?"
"It's all Spain's fault! He said that you would never score with England, and of course I said you would, so we argued about it and here we are, so I could prove him wrong!" Prussia quickly rambled.
"Prussia you liar!" Spain yelped. "You were the one who said he would not get with him! And then you said, 'Want to go see?' and dragged me out of the bar!"
"Shhh!" Prussia hissed, pushing Spain, who pushed back, and they both began fighting. France felt a hand on the small of his back as England kissed his neck.
"Come to bed with me?" He whispered when Francis turned around. The Frenchman's eyes widened, and without bothering to yell at his friends, he yanked the curtains shut, scooped his lover into his arms, and practically ran to the bedroom. The door closed on England's giggle.