France sat in England's drawing room, twidling his fingers almost nervously. England sat across from him, reading and sipping his tea. "So...so...Britain," France started slowly.
England glanced up at the Frenchman. "What is it, frog?" he demanded, a little irratated.
France twirled his fingers together, looking at the ground. "You know we play this game back and forth. You know we like to.." France laughed nervously. "bust each others balls and we like to make fun of each other.."
England sat there confused. "Yes... What are you getting to?" he asked.
France ignored the question and continued, "We all knew what that was really about, non?"
"Oh God," England muttered. He did NOT like where France was going with this.
"I know you think I'm hot because I am French. Ohonhonhonhon," France laughed. Then he continued, "Maybe...just maybe...I think you're ho...ho...hhhho..." France gulped. "Maybe I think you're hot too!" he yelled in a rush.
England sat there in shock, not able to speak.
France pushed a marriage paper to the other man. "Maybe you could sign this calender for moi?" he asked meekly.
England stood up abruptly. "B-Bloody hell! No way!" he shouted.
France looked up at him and gave him puppy-eyes. England blushed and looked away. "No," he said firmly.
"S'il te plait, Angleterre~?" France begged. "Just sign it. You know you want to."
England's blush deepened. "I do not!"
France held out a pen.
"No."
"S'il vous plait?"
"No."
"Please~?"
"No."
Abruptly and without any other words, France laid his lips on England's.
"Mmmf!" England protested.
France deepened the kiss, grabbing England's hand. By this point, England had stopped struggling and had been kissing back. The Frenchman smirked and moved the other mans hand across the paper. When they seperated, England sighed happily.
"I got it~!" France shouted in victory. He held up the paper with the name Arthur Kirkland printed sloppily on it.
"O-Oi! That's cheating! You tricked me, you bloody git!" England shouted, trying to grab at the paper.
France smiled and kissed England's cheek. "All I said was true," he whispered. He then procceeded to prance out of the room, paper in hand.
