FrUk/UkFr Collection

Happy Anniversary my Dear!

Author's Note: So this is in honour of FrUK day. I hope you enjoy. I'm still playing around with their dynamics since I'm not use to writing them yet, so sorry if its a little all over the place.

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This was the lovely sound France awoke to in the early morning hours of April 8th. He tried to ignore it, shoving his pillow over his head in hopes of blocking the noise. "What the hell Francis? I try to do something nice for you and you can't get your lazy ass up!" An annoyed voice called from outside.

France immediately knew that voice. Throwing off his covers, he quickly made his way to the window, pushing open to find England, dressed actually well for once in a sharp, navy blue suit and crisp, white dress shirt. In his hand, he held a guitar case. He would look handsome if it wasn't for that ugly scowl on his face. "Don't you think it's a tad early for your antics?" France crooned.

"Why you little...Nevermind. I promised myself I wouldn't lose it on you today. I have a surprise for you."

France quirked his eyebrows. "Oh do you now?"

Without another word, he pulled out the guitar, tuned it, and began strumming a familiar tune.

"Parlez-moi d'amour

redites-moi des choses tendres.

Votre beau discours,

mon coeur n'est pas las de l'entendre,

pourvu que toujours

vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes:

"Je vous aime.""

Though he would constantly tease the Englishman over his accent, he had to admit it made him swoon whenever England attempted to speak his language. Singing was on a whole other level. He couldn't look away and though he wanted to be annoyed at being woken up too early for his taste, it was a pleasant and romantic awakening. Unfortunately, the song had to come to end, much to France's disappointment.

"Still mad at me?" England asked without as much fire as he probably meant.

"Come inside."

France practically ran down the stairs to meet England at the door. He adjusted his robe and hair, then opened the door. Upon doing so, he came face to face with England, red-faced, holding onto a bouquet of red and white roses. Leaning against the door frame, France stated, "I thought you didn't want to do anything special today." "

W-W-Well...I thought about it and...yes it was political, but this agreement allowed me to accept these feelings and that deserves to be celebrated."

"Since you're here," France began, trying not to let his smile show (and failing miserably), "we might as well have breakfast together."

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France decided to spoil England with crepes. He knew deep down England loved them, even though the Brit would say otherwise. "Still a sloppy eater as ever," he tsked upon seeing some icing sugar on England's upper lip. Before he could spit out a protest or counter, he was silenced when France reached forward, wiping the mess away. England's cheeks flushed at the action.

"I could have done that myself," he muttered.

"Oui, but I just wanted to touch you."

Despite another scowl growing, the darkening red cheeks gave him away. "Don't you think of anything else?"

"Non. Not really. Especially considering how long it's been since the last time I saw you."

"Hmm can't go a month without me love?" England noted, a smirk growing to replace his scowl. Goodness, this man could go from embarrassed to smug within a matter of minutes (though France wouldn't have it any other way).

France's cheeks turned pink upon being caught. He practically walked right into that one. "Oui. I-I suppose that's true." "Let's clean up, and I'll see what I can do to fix that." With that, he collected their dishes and sauntered out of the room with a smug air, leaving France flustered.

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With breakfast eaten the dishes cleaned, the two retreated into the living room. England led France over to the couch, pulling him to his chest as he took his seat, sprawled across the furniture. France had expected something a little different when England mentioned fixing his desire for attention, but cuddling on the couch while his lover read wasn't terrible in the slightest.

While England read, he began absent-mindedly combing his hand through France's hair. Said man hummed in approval, burying himself further into his lover's chest. He became so comfortable he eventually dozed off.

When England realized this, he chuckled to himself slightly before setting his book to the side and settled down to take a map as well. Though he planned on doing more today, it was still only morning and they had the rest of the day to spend out in Paris. Right now, he was happy to have this rare, peaceful time, cuddled up with his lover on the day commemorating when their relationship shifted from enemies to friends and their feelings could be recognized. "Happy anniversary my dear," he whispered with a kiss to France's head before joining him in sleep.

Author's Note: The song England sings is called "Parlez-moi d'amour". I really wanted England to sing a French song and although I love "La Vie en Rose" for them, I wanted to be a bit more original. So I went online and searched up French old French love songs and this is one of the ones that came up that I absolutely loved.

Here is a link to the song if you're curious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rIAQWr34De0