~~~Francis~~~

Oh, its on!

I stare at Alfred with as much as hate as I can. "What do you want?"

"Oh, come on, France." He glared furiously, "Give him back to me."

"Who?"

"Arthur."

"Oh, you know that he doesn't like you. He's moved on. Just face the facts."

"And you think you'ld be better for him?"

"Oui, as a matter of fact, I do."

"Hmppf," Alfred smirked. "Well, we'll see about that." Alfred left the room.

I stand trembling slightly in the center of the room. I am overwhelmed with dizziness. I try to make my way to the couch, but instead I somewhat wobble and collapse onto the floor. What's happening? Anxiety and thoughts flood through my mind.

I stay their for what feels like forever. This is pathetic... I slowly rise.

Who cares what le Americian thinks? I know I am the best for Angleterre.

Now, to get ready for that date~

~~~Arthur~~~

I'm wearing a plain white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants. Plain and simple~ I like it

It's 15 until 5 so I decide to head out. The streets smell wonderful. The scents of Italy, Germany, France, Britain, America, and all the other countries come together here. There is a store for each of us.

Germany and Italy have an Italian restuarant that they run together next to Japan's noodle stand. I check my watch. It's almost five. I notice Francis sitting at a table outside the front of the restaurant. I make my way over to his elegant figure. He's so beautiful. I kind of just when wrap my arms around him and-

"Arzur~" He waves over to me.

"Hello," I smile and sit across from him.

"Feeling better from before?"

I smile sweetly. Unlike someone else, he is actually concerned. "I'm fine." The waiter comes and we order our food. The food is good and we enjoy our time together.

"Big brother France~" Italy rushes over and hugs Francis tightly. I'm kinda jealous. I wish me and my brothers were like that. I tried imagining Wales and Scotland doing so.

The image didn't really fit into my head well.

"Hello, A-arthur." Italy seems to be scared of me.

"You needn't be scared. I'm just here on a date." I try to smile to encourage the Italian; though, I think I make matters worse.

Italy and France talk for a bit. Afterwards, France and I leave. We walk down the street and I think we are going home. I frown in disappointment. Though suddenly, I feel a gentle hand take mine. It's Francis'. I blush and look over at the French man.

"Would you like to go somewhere, Angleterre? Just me and you?"

"S-sure," I stutter out. I follow him to a park. I smell the delightful scent of crepes.

"Would you like some dessert?"

"Y-yes~" I smile and he goes and gets me one. We walk down the path holding hands and eating our crepes in awkward silence. I finish mine happily only to hear a snort of laughter from France. "Wh-wha-at?"

"You have a little something on your face."

"Really? Where?"

"Here," he says getting closer. "Let me get it."

He licks the side of my lips and I blush violently. He notices and kisses me lightly.

"We were so rudely interrupted earlier. Let me finish what I was saying then..." He sighed. "Arthur, please be mine! I don't want anyone else. So...please. Will you go out with me?"

"Y-yes." I kiss him. "Yes!"

"R-really?"

"Yes!" I nod and get closer to him. I kiss him deeply. "Because I like you."

We kiss several times.

Later, we headed home together. The others could tell what happened.

France and I were smiling and stealing glances. We kissed several times as well. And when France asked if I would like to sleep in his room from now on, I screamed out yes.

That night I would sleep in his arms.

Things can't get any better.