So I'm writing a compilation of UKFR chapters because it's not as popular in the fandom and we need more bottom France representation. If you have any chapter requests please let me know and I will happily create more.

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England hummed to himself under his breath to fill in the silence as he flipped through paperwork indifferently, carefully acknowledging every word and detail that may prove useful in later meetings about the subject. No mistakes could be afforded and he needed to take into consideration every possibility. No matter how many times he may needed to re-read something or flip through pages with highlighter, he would at least get his work done with priority. He could feel a headache forming from concentrating but he pushed it to the back of his mind, laying on his back sat upright as he positioned a pillow behind his back for support, his glasses rested atop his nose. Sometimes adult matters were priority over personal problems, his hand ached from all the editing and notes he had taken. Knowing he would sleep like a log when this had finally been completing. But he would cause tension if he made mistakes that some may take personally, writing messages of great importance to his fellow allied nations. It was his responsibility to keep up to date in all matter involving them, especially if they affected him, he had to do what was best for his citizens and his allies. He couldn't make selfish decisions, no he wasn't perfect but then none of the nations were without their flaws. He had to make sure all of his work was completed and nothing was ignored, otherwise, he would receive a bollocking from his bosses about it later. The less pressure he accumulated on himself, the less he would neglect his work and would be able to get everything done smoothly.

Francis leaned against the doorway silently, pouting defiantly as he watched his husband pour-over paperwork. Though he had kept himself busy as to not interrupt his husband which would lead to mistakes. But it was becoming problematic of how Arthur's work was becoming a priority over everything else in his life, how ignorant he was becoming to everything else important in his life. His gaze fixated to the point he was blissfully unaware to the world around him, he could have been walking around the house naked or in nothing but an apron but he wouldn't have the slightest clue. He could play a multitude of pranks on England and he wouldn't even notice, which he could use to his advantage but he was attempting to be mature. Arthur had been working all morning without interruption, pouring his heart and soul into getting everything completed. Wanting to make headway as to get everything prepared to give himself more free time when it was all over. He'd already completed half his work and it was already the mid-afternoon, which was nothing to scoff at. But this wasn't healthy, pulling all nighters and working non stop would cause issues with one's sanity and psyche. Surely most sane people would call it quits and treat themselves to a much-needed break, hydrating themselves and getting a snack to reform their blood sugar lost while focusing.

He rolled his eyes and frowned, England needed to call quits or he would give himself a headache or cause himself to pass out from exhaustion. Everyone had a personal limit and England would inevitably hit his own sooner or later. Lowering his blood sugar due to a lack of eating or stress himself out from overloading his brain. He refused to watch while he continued with this stupid endevour. Yes, he admitted he had selfish reasons behind this, hell, above all things he needed to pay attention to him, his damn husband. He wanted alone time to bond, cuddle and just act like a couple, was that too much to ask for? He was beyond proud to see England being responsible and mature, it was another reason why he loved the stubborn fool so much. Focusing on the work his boss had given him to complete, but he wasn't pleased about being neglected as the consequence of this. He had needs, emotions and separation anxiety, he missed spending time with him, being domestic and the general affection they always shared with each other. Knowing that they could go about their day and still feel loved by one another. Was that so wrong? Just to be reminded that he was loved? He huffed under his breath approaching England, if he couldn't realise this by himself he would need to be reminded.

He slumped onto the sofa, collapsing from the armrest to land face-first into he cushy material, a soft oof escaping his lips from the contact. Tempted to lay in this position and reflect until he felt like getting up again, but he had more crucial matters at hand. He shifted up the sofa like a caterpillar to position himself on England's lap, laying on his husband like a cat, enjoying the softness and warmth of his body. England's scent wafted from him like a heavenly perfume, though he would never admit it aloud, Arthur was also partial to wearing cologne's occasionally. A habit he had picked up from France growing up, which he had always admired. He buried himself against England's lap, the softness of his thighs acting as a makeshift pillow. Gazing up at him with his big blue eyes patiently, batting his eyelashes with a puppy dog expression, a very obvious pout on his lips, the frustration gleaming behind his eyes. Hoping that finally Arthur would understand his silent communication, venting to his husband as much displeasure as he could muster.

England blinked, now sensing the weight on his legs and peered down in confusion, wondering whom had disturbed him while he was attempting to review his work. His eyes widened in surprise to find France perched on his lap and staring back at him. This was not what he had been expecting but it was a welcomed surprise indeed, he felt his cheeks heat with a light blush, he looked bloody adorable. His heart ached with love for the Frenchman and he felt himself wanting to laugh in amusement. However, the way he was positioned was highly suggestable, but he pushed his perverse thoughts to the back of his mind to prevent himself from being teased. He sighed heavily in defeat, knowing he couldn't get out of this situation, tossing his paperwork to the side and placing his glasses atop it. He knew France wouldn't bugger off until he was spoiled, when he wanted something you could never change Francis's mind.

Francis had every reason to be upset at him and this had been coming for a while, there was only so much patience a person could have. His work had been swallowing up his time and France had been patient until now, having finally reached his limit. But he was voicing his unhappiness at being neglected, he wouldn't budge until he got what he wanted. He then lowered his hand to France's head, stroking his hair, running his fingers through his golden waves affectionately, a fond smile on his face. Yes he often berated and got annoyed at France for showing off and boasting about how handsome and charming he was. His own hair had always been thick but unquaft and tousled. Often having a style labelled permanent bed head but at least he could pull it off, which wasn't common for all people. He'd always loved and yet envied how soft France's hair was, how blessed he was with such perfect hair. He knew Francis had been lonely all this time, he felt neglected and unwanted, he was simply being more blunt with his message this time, so he couldn't ignore the subtle hints anymore.

France immediately perked up at the contact, his body relaxing and his expression softening, nuzzling against England's hand, his gaze becoming fond and affectionate. You could almost hear the silent purring escaping his lips and filling the silence. Imagining a pair of fuzzy ears twitching atop his head as his head was scratched. He knew there was a trend in Japan's culture about males and females having feline attributes, though it wasn't something he took an interest in, he admitted it would suit someone like France. England bit his lip attempting not to laugh from amusement at the mental image, his lover whether he was aware or not, was behaving similarly to that of a feline seeking attention. Though he had to admit this behaviour was beyond adorable