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Arthur supposed it was time to make peace with France, although he really didn't want to. Arthur's boss has asked him to meet with Francis. For the second time in one week. He hated it, although the flirtatious Frenchman seemed to be enjoying himself. But he wasn't sure if he actually hated the man. Maybe he was just jealous...? No, how could be be jealous of that man skipping toward him?
"Angleterre~!" Francis called.
"Human names, you git." Arthur spat as Francis got closer.
Francis twirled Arthur in a circle and then collapsed from dizziness, and possibly drunkenness. Arthur was completely appalled. He helped Francis to his feet and led him off in the direction of his flat. Francis collapsed onto Arthur's couch and Arthur felt his forehead.
Fever.
"What kind of wanker gets drunk while they have a fever?" Arthur thought, applying a cold cloth to Francis' forehead.
Sighing, Arthur stared at the sleeping (or unconscious) man in front of him. He was rather attractive...
Arthur nearly slapped himself in the face.
"What am I thinking? This man tried to invade my country!"
Francis' red face slowly cooled off and turned a normal color. He stirred and opened his eyes.
"You bloody git! Why would you go and get drunk while you were sick?!" Arthur fumed.
"I knew you would say that..." Francis spoke sadly. "Do you want the real reason?"
Arthur was caught off guard. "Uh-of course I do."
"True, I did have a fever, and was confined to my bed. I was starting to get better when my boss told me that your boss wanted us to meet. But the last time we did, well, you remember. You slapped me. And it hurt my heart as well as my face. I really care about you, so don't let my flirting with everyone catch you off guard. I love you."
Arthur blushed as Francis grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
"Wait." Arthur said.
Francis let go of his shirt.
"It's alright if you don't feel the same way..."
"No, you bloody git, I want to be the one to kiss you."
And with that, Arthur leaned in and kissed him.