Like a brave mouse trapped by a joyful cat. Like a man facing impossible odds on a battlefield. Like a new thief committing their first crime.

There were a dozen ways he could word it but the picture painted was the same. There England sat; expression of forced determination and body tense as he stared at the computer screen in front of him as if hoping it would just burst into flames and die.

France should have been offended but he was too amused. "It's finished." He supplied.

England jumped at his words though it was more of a jerk. France wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't half leaning against his side. He was glad England didn't turn to look at him for he couldn't help but smile.

"…Quite. Well…yes." England confirmed lamely. He cleared his throat and attempted to straighten himself more than he already was, looking down his nose at the screen. 'Stiff upper lip' as he would describe it. "It was far…shorter than I thought it would be."

France's smile morphed into a more perverted grin. "If you would like to paint a much more private picture than by all means~"

England snapped his head around to glare at him, his cheeks lit up in incredulous anger. "Don't you dare! Reach for that keyboard and I'll—" He stopped when he noted he was taking the light joke far too seriously and turned to face ahead though refused to look at the computer. "I…I can't believe they're making us go though this rubbish! Most, if not all of us are well in our hundreds and they're treating us like children! Who was mental enough to come up with this thing in the first place?"

Gods, everything he said just made France smile when he should have been joining him in his justified anger. "I believe that was you, non?"

England's cheeks lit up in a physical show of embarrassment and he turned his attention away from France. "…Yes I…I did mention for it but I didn't expect—!" He waved his hand at the computer screen, words failing to describe. "This!"

France's smile slipped, and at that he was grateful. He was as disapproving as England when it came to this, if not more so. If he had had his way they wouldn't even have to look upon this extremely silly thing.

Moreover, England sighed as he recalled the incident that had sparked this loathsome thing. It was a few years back, three, four years at most, at a regularly scheduled world meeting. Somewhere in the midst of their usual business the room had become a personalized relationship battleground for Estonia and Seychelles, of all the unlikely couples.

"It's all bollocks." He recalled commenting after the meeting had been adorned and he and a few others had gone off to a local pub. "Those two couldn't solve their own bleeding problems and we have another day of meetings because of it!"

"Don't be like that! It spices shit up!" He couldn't recall which nation had said that. America? Greece? It didn't practically matter.

"It makes us look like impulsive teenagers! Who's going to trust nations who can't pull themselves together during a world fucking meeting?"

"What would you suggest we do about it?" It was Germany who had asked that of him which, in hindsight, was rather odd. Germany wasn't usually such the talkative drinker, especially not after such as tedious day as that day had been. Then again, Estonia and Seychelles hadn't been the first couple who decided to bring up their personal problems in the middle of discussions. England supposed he wasn't the only one who had begun to grow tired of the trend.

England's answer to the question had been immediate, the drinks in his system loosening his lips quite a bit. "If we had known that such a moronic relationship existed before the fact we could have stopped them from acting like such complete tossers!"

Uproar of denials or agreements surged throughout the nations he was drinking with. At the time his buzzed mind had thought the idea was golden and so he argued for it as passionately as he would if he was arguing that tea was better than coffee.

Of course, approximately a year and a half later, when this document had been revealed, he didn't think it was as good of an idea as he had originally perceived.

Sighing once more England lifted his eyes to the online document. Resignation of Informed Companionship, its name was just as ridiculous as its fill in who you are and who your partner is, what level of relationship it is, how long it's been going on, if they're having any problems worth noting and if it affected their professional nation life in any way. Then they send it off to Germany and some odd hours later Prussia would somehow get his hands on it and some odd hours after that every other nation would know.

So really, this document made them report their relationship to literally the entire world.

So now here they were, England and France, people half the world thought loathed each other, about to admit that they had been serious for the past five years.

"We don't have to send it out." France reasoned.

"Yes I know but…" They had been ignoring this documentation for the last two or three odd years now and England knew that sooner or later they would have to get it done. It didn't make it any less hard to do though. He was not what many would call…public with his affections. "Why are you so upset about this? I thought you would find this whole thing romantic."

To that France snorted. "Filling out a document will never be romantic. When couples get engaged they do not talk excited about filling out papers for the marriage license. No, it is the wedding that makes their hearts shine." He found England's hand and curled his long fingers around it. "It is the same with you, lapin. I would rather inform everyone of the good news myself rather than let some…papers do so." He smiled then but England looked away from it, slightly ashamed.

"Yes I know but…" He trailed off, staring hard at the screen and France understood. England was not the type to forgo personal documentation, especially when it was related to his nation status. France sighed through his nose and closed his eyes. He didn't approve but he had to respect his lover's decision.

"If it will satisfy you I have nothing more to say."

"It won't satisfy me." England felt the need to clear up. "But I suppose I made this bed so now I must lay in it." He went back to staring at the screen as if mentally wishing for it to implode.

France chuckled. "Like a mouse facing the joyful cat."

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing…"

England raised an eyebrow but figured there were more important things that needed his attention and let him be. Straightening himself up even more ('Stiffer upper lip' France mused fruitlessly) England placed his finger on the touch pad and dutifully led the cursor over to the send option. The documentation, subject line, and who they were sending it to was all filled and ready; all he had to do was click the button. Just click the button...and await scrutiny.

"Last chance to see how silly this all is~" France sang, which really didn't help at all. Annoyed, England lightly elbowed the man in the stomach. Okay, so maybe there was some weight to it.

"Quit complaining already! If you really loved me you would send the bloody thing for—" France reached around him and clicked 'send'. "—me."

England blinked as the screen changed to happily alert him that his message had been successfully sent to Germany. He continued to stare, unsure of what he should be feeling. The first thought that popped into his head was 'at least I didn't send it to America by mistake.'

"You know I can never ignore displays of affection." France quickly added when the expected cry of outrage never came. "Especially since 'j'aime' does not work on your emotionally suppressed British mind."

This got a reaction though not one he was exactly expecting. After carefully placing the laptop from his lap to the floor England, with a simple twist of his body, placed both knees to each side of France's form and gently pushed at his shoulders; half to keep himself steady and half to trap France to the loveseat they were currently occupying. "How dare you go around mocking the Great British Empire." Though his words were indignant his tone and smirk were quite playful. "Far too out of line, you are. Some proper British punishment better keep you in place."

"Erh, you are not going to make me drink tea, are you?" France asked, wrinkling his nose in exaggerated disgust. Though obviously not that tea lover that his partner was, he honestly didn't mind a nice cuppa every once in a while.

England hung his head and chuckled, swishing his head from side to side in a negative. "No…no I won't you prick…" There was a short pause before England thumped his head against France's chest with a small sigh and settled himself onto his lap. "…Thank you…or rather, I apologize."

"'Apologize…?'" France repeated confused, his hands almost automatically fitting themselves around England's body. He had known the other long enough to understand the gratitude but the apology was completely lost on him.

Thankfully, England was in a mood to elaborate. "I've been a proper fool through this whole ideal. Not saying you weren't your usual irritating self but if you were a woman…" For some reason, he could feel France tense under him and he made a mental note to never compare him to a woman again. "Than the fact that I made such a big deal out of others knowing about our…relationship would not be very gentlemenly."

Despite himself, France couldn't help but laugh. "Arthur…Arthur, Arthur, Arthur…"

England tensed slightly at the sudden usage of his human name and buried his face further into France's chest to hide his embarrassment. "S-sod off! How dare you get off mocking the Great British Empire!"

France just laughed harder, his hands slowly crawling to England's waist. "Hon oh! But I'm not mocking the Great British Empire. I am mocking my beautiful British lover who just happens to have been around for hundreds of years and still doesn't understand amore." Hands in position, he grabbed the sides of England's waist and forced him down on the empty seat beside them. Then, before he could react to the assault, France climbed on top of him and pushed a finger against his lips. "We both agreed to be private lovers and we both recently decided to inform others of our relationship. So let me speak in plain English: I do not know if you forgot that being in a relationship involves two people but I really do need you to remember that I will always support you, so stop feeling you must do everything! I love you Arthur. Let me help you."

He removed his finger than, mentally preparing himself for the worse though could only smile at England's near dumbfounded face. It took him a few moments before he reacted, not that France minded very much, especially considering that England's reaction was to lean forward and kiss him.

"Pansy." England commented with a smile when they parted.

"Roserif." France replied with a smile as well.

"Fool."

"Hypocrite."

England wove his arms around his neck and kissed him in retort, efficiently ending the argument and this one time France let it go.

"How long before we expect calls to come in?" England asked when he was no longer muffled by another pair of lips.

"Knowing my dear Gilbert..." France allowed himself a moments pause. "About fifteen minutes."

"Mmm...Ready for a quick shag then?"

"Hon hon, if you insist."

After that last somewhat angsty thing I thought I would post up this near unbearably fluff fluff fluff.

I had actually planned on making a story where it was going to be all FrUk fluff but then I remembered that writing overbearing amounts of fluff makes me antsy so that idea was dropped. Nevertheless I still love this pairing and so I finished up this little thing, even though I knew I wouldn't have the time nor the muse to write others. Just thought I would share!

Thank you I-am-the-Wolf and monkeysandfudge for the reviews!

Just saying now, most of the drabbles in this thing will probably be around the FACE family + PruCan. I'm finding a lot of that as I look through my documents xD