So I've done a series for UKFR already, but there is never enough of their Nyotalia versions. So I created a new series about them too. I'd appreciate any input towards future chapters and ideas

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Alice laid on the sofa in content silence, pouring over the pages of a book, pouring over every word, a steaming cup of tea placed nearby that she sipped lazily. She couldn't think of a more perfect afternoon, getting lost in the pages of a book. Since she was young, she had a love of literature, that expanded past magic books. She had learned so much from literature over the centuries, forging her into the person she became. Many nations shared her love of books, which is why she was part of reading clubs and discussing them together. It was boring to nations who didn't enjoy reading, such as America. But it made her happy and it was one of her many hobbies. Without any meetings, paperwork or her boss breathing down her neck about political affairs, she could enjoy the peace and quiet, enjoying her personal space and being able to relax. Literature was one of the many loves of her life, she loved absorbing information, how useful it could be, humming quietly to herself.

"Angleterre" a sulky voice huffed in complaint, she had been looking for her all morning, wondering what became of her. She was rather frustrated that Alice was one again in her own little world. She had barely spoken a word to her in hours, she had been fixated on her books, she wanted attention. She would never come between her lovers hobbies, she too had her own close to her heart that Alice tolerated. But it was getting in the way of their bonding time, she was too interested in the world of fiction than reality.

"Not now love, I'm reading" Alice sighed, she could already hear that Marie was in a petty mood and she had no time for it, whatever drama Marie had found herself in she had no interest. She could easily call Prussia, America or Spain if she wanted someone to gossip with, she was in no mood. Often times she loved whining that she felt ignored, when she had been by her side all morning. They had been married for centuries, she could go five minutes without her. Having space from one another was healthy, it was part of a stable relationship.

Marie pouted, she wasn't mad that she was reading, she was mad that she was ignoring her, she hadn't offered to keep her company. She hadn't checked on her, texted her, seen what she was up to. She had been in her own little world and forgotten she even existed. She sat on the sofa by Alice's feet "I'm right here, pay attention to me" she whined. She felt like she was competing for her lovers attention with an inanimate object which was absurd, she loved books more than her. Marie was by no means ignorant, as she enjoyed poetry books herself and romantic novels, but Alice's love of books surpassed her own.

England sighed, lowering her book to frown at her "You aren't a child Marie, go find something to do" she scolded, this was where America got her brattiness from, she was being utterly childish and she wasn't in the mood for it. Marie could easily tend to the garden, go read books of her own, go on a walk, got to a cafe, anything she wanted. Today she just wanted to relax and do nothing, she didn't want to be sociable. She was growing tired of Marie pestering her so incessantly. Most of their arguments stemmed from Marie wanting attention over nothing.

Marie growled quietly, she was fed up with being ignored by Alice, she wasn't asking her to stop reading. She merely wanted to keep her company, share her attention, feel wanted. But even when she was honest, she still didn't seem to understand. For someone who claimed to be smart, she was being rather oblivious. It was time to get sultry, using her status as the nation of love to good use. She slowly crawled towards Alice, edging towards her, keeping eye contact the whole time, her violet blue eyes sparkling hungrily. If she had to play dirty to get what she wanted so be it. Alice raised her eyebrow suspiciously, watching her, she had gotten her attention at last. She then yanked Alice's book from her fingers, still pouting at her, before the latter could protest and snatch it back. Closing the book and placing it on the table beside her. She could have it back later, but right now she wanted all of her attention.

Alice growled, she was fed up, why did Marie insist on playing games to get what she wanted "Marie, I'm trying to relax" she protested. She knew Marie loved attention, at times being rather immature in her ways to get it. She wasn't in the mood for her games. She just wanted one bloody afternoon to have to herself, she could read until she had her fill, then maybe they could go on a walk together? Anything she wanted. If she was bored she could find something else to do that didn't involve annoying her.

Marie then collapsed onto Alice comfortably, resting her head against her chest with a fond smile, nuzzling against her like a kitten. She just wanted to be beside her, to be close to her, she wanted affection. She had been so distant all morning and she was lonely, she wanted to touch her. If she had to be annoying to get what she wanted so be it, there were worse ways to get what you wanted. Alice had finally put the book down, she called this a win. "Oui, me too" she mumbled, she wasn't going to move, she wasn't going to get up, she was comfortable.

England sighed in defeat, she knew she couldn't win, once Marie made up her mind when she was sulky, there was no changing it. She'd been like this ever since they were children. The amount of pranks and mischief she would get up to in order to get her attention were endless, Marie could be so childish sometimes, but she was also needy. But she had to admit when she got like this it could be adorable, showing how much she loved her. Rather than being honest about how lonely she was, giving her puppy dog eyes or ask to join her. She instead sulked, played games and lied about what was really wrong, until England caved and gave her what she wanted. She softened, wrapping her arms around the frenchwoman affectionately, stroking her hair "Fine, just don't annoy me" she mumbled. She was no pushover and Marie knew that, Alice wasn't against playing pranks to get her own back and teach her a lesson. One wrong move she would kick her off the couch, watching her fall off and hurt herself. She then leaned across, grabbing her book from where it sat while Marie continued to lie on her, opening her page to continue her book.

Marie leaned upwards to kiss Alice on the lips, a mischievous smile on her lips "No promises Angleterre" she smirked, if she felt too ignored again, she would toss the book across the room. Finally she had gotten the message that she just wanted company and affection, to be comforted and loved. Resting on Alice like a cat, enjoying her body heat and attention. England scoffed, you would have never guessed that France was older than her, she never acted her age, she could be so utterly bratty sometimes it was exhausting. The times when she did act maturely, philosophically and showed her wisdom, it was a rare moment. She held the book in one hand delicately, while stroking Marie's hair with the other. Marie hummed happily while her lover affectionately petted her hair.