~~~Arthur~~~

Francis takes the spot next to me at breakfast on the counter. I feel immediate heat rush to my cheeks. It probably worsens when I notice why and that it is blushing.

I decide to say nothing and hope that we stay in awkward silence the whole time so I don't have to talk to him.

"Wanna go on a date later today, Arthur?"

"Wh-what?!" I yell, bolting up from my seat.

"Shush," he puts a finger to his lips. France gently lowers his hand, brushing hair off his shoulder elegantly. "The others will hear you if you become to loud." I look over and they are looking at us as if I am insane.

"S-sorry," I say while sitting back down. "I don't think I heard you properly. May you please repeat what you said?"

"I said, 'Would you like to go on a date later today?'" The blush in my cheeks must worsen, and I believe it can't get any worse until he says, "I'd like to discuss what happened between you and me last night."

"O-ok." Bloody hell! What am I saying?!

"Good~" He lightly touches my face and brushes some hair behind my ear. "Does five at the Italian restaurant down the street sound good?"

"S-su-ure." My stutter gets worse so I bolt up. "I-i have s-some thin-ngs to do. See you later!" I dash out embarrassed.

~~~Francis~~~

Arthur dashes out of the room so fast I only manage to get "A-a beintot" quickly out of my lips.

I look down at his plate. He hardly ate anything. Maybe I should send him his plate to be nice. I look over at the others who are staring at me and the now empty seat. I take Arthur's plate and head towards our half of the house.

"Angleterre? Are you here, Arzur?"

"N-no. No ones here. N-no o-one at all." I hear his nervous laughter from underneath a blanket on the living room couch.

"Angleterre. Please come out. You've hardly eaten."

"I don't want to eat or come out."

"Why?"

"I...i...i don't want to see you right now."

"Oh? Really?"

"Y-yes. Just leave me alone."

"Fine. I'm leaving." I make fake steps to sound as though I am leaving. I wonder if he'll fall for it? I hear a heavy sigh.

"Thank god he's gone! Bloody hell, what's wrong with me? Do I really like that French wine-loving frog-faced bastard?" He takes off the blanket and screams when he notices I'm still here.

"I knew it!"

"F-francis?"

"Oh, la vache~! I knew it! You like me. You just can't admit it. So it's not one sided. And I'm the one you were thinking of, not some random person. Mon dieu, that's so good to know! I mean, I like you and you like me." I start spewing nonsense so fast, not paying attention to Arthur. "Its great! 'Cause I love you. And you like me. And now I have a chance~ Yaaaaaaayyy~!"

"Francis!"

"Oui~?"

"You've misunderstood. I don't like you. You heard wrong."

"But you just said-?"

"I said nothing." A tear rolls down my cheek. Oh, get a hold of yourself Francis Bonnefoy! You're le pay de France! You're the nation of love! Get a grip. I begin to think of the past couple of weeks and months and all the thoughts that have gone through my head.

"I loved you first."Arthur looks at me puzzled. And I should've kissed you.

~~~Arthur~~~

"I loved you first." I'm confused even more as these words escape France's lips.

Suddenly, he embraces me and places his lips against mine into a deep kiss. I kiss him back without much thought. I like you, right? So, everything should be ok.

We kiss multiple times. Lovingly, sweetly, deeply, passionately.

So many times. Over and over.

It feels like Alfred all over again. Only...different.

He slides his tongue between my lips and I willingly accept it inside. A shiver is sent tingling down my spine. I lick his tongue playfully. He drills his up the top of my mouth. We separate to breath. Our breaths have become rapid and speedy.

"Arthur, I love you." Blush invades my cheeks even rapider than our breaths. "And I want to be with you." He takes my hand. "I'm the nation of love and have helped so many people find love themselves. But I never found it myself. Accept for when I see you. I always wondered what that feeling in peoples' chest that everyone talks about and describes to me feels like. And whenever I see you, and talk to you, and touch you, the feeling deepens. I love you. I want to be with you! Will you go out with me?"