Medicine = Magic [RoChu Fanfiction]

Chapter Seventeen

*There is a bit of flirtiness in this, but nothing close to smut. I also mentioned some state OC's and Britannia.

When France had told him that he would be staying over for a few days England had not interpreted it as 'watching everything he did carefully with some to zero explanation'.

This particular evening England was plopped down on the floor in front of the fireplace, bent over in his sorcery books as usual. France was lying on the couch behind him and attempting to read the coded runes by himself with no training or help.

After the meeting, where they discussed politics and the difference between communism and capitalism, Japan had privately asked him to research the topic of male pregnancy. Of course he had complied, what else was he to do? He had known China for quite a long time (though not nearly as long as Russia or Japan) and this was a new topic.

New topics were usually entertaining to learn about, to study when there was nothing else to do other than mow the lawn and wait for The Beatles to make more music.

"I have a few questions mon amour," France started, only to be cut off by England.

"If you have questions," here he turned to make a nasty face at the blond, "you can start off by not calling me that, I am not your love."

Sitting up on his forearms, France smiled a smile that almost certainly had a dirtier meaning behind it, "fair enough," he purred, "what's the second step? Taking off your shirt~?"

"That's not funny," England cautioned, scooting further away. They hadn't had such a relationship for a long time, seeing as the rockier bits of history were often better for a certain style of... intimacy.

"Alright alright," France sighed, "but what else could I do to understand?"

Going back to his book, England lowered his bushy eyebrows in clear disapproval, "For one thing you could learn the material you wish to study,"

Laughing, France rolled over onto his stomach, still staring at the back of England's head as he addressed him, "And who would I learn that from? I don't have fairy friends like you and Norway, it isn't so easy for me..."

He paused, seeming to want the best possible reaction, "mon amour,"

The words rang in England's ears. Finally, the younger blond turned to face his ally, a twinge of amusement pulling on the corners of his mouth, "You are annoying me on purpose, are you not?"

"You got me," France smiled darkly, "I'm trying to get the reaction I want out of you."

"Well," England huffed, hoisting himself onto the couch next to the other, "If it's sex you want I can tell you right now that..."

France raised an eyebrow, a smile edging in on his expression. Seeing this, England made a face, disgusted by the older man's readiness for the situation.

"...you aren't getting any," England sneered, combatting the flirty air in the room with sass. When France pouted and looked distressed (and as if he was about to argue on the topic) England hurried on, "Besides, I have to keep researching, this is kind of important after all,"

"Hmm," France hummed, sitting up and looking down at the old paper in the personification's hands, "I've been meaning to ask that,"

"Ask what?" England responded, carefully turning a page of the worn out material.

"What are you researching? You've told me that it's important multiple times yet it has still not been explained to me," France mussed, tapping his scruffy chin with one long index finger.