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Chapter Five:

Arthur Kirkland would normally scoff at the mere notion of being even slightly affectionate towards Francis Bonnefoy. At the same time, he would react similarly to the thought of his person getting drunk not even an hour past noon.

Unfortunately for his dignity, today was anything but a normal day for Arthur Kirkland.

You see, on the very rare occasions that Arthur Kirkland did happen to become drunk out of his tea loving mind an hour past noon, he tended to show the side of him no one ever gets the chance to see. And it just so happens, that Francis is normally there to engage his positively adorable drunken actions.

The short englishman rubbed closer to Francis, nuzzling his face into the man's chest.

"Do you know how much I love you?" He slurred quietly.

"Non, mon amour...I don't." Francis covered up his widening smirk.

Arthur spread his arms out as far as he could, and looked back at the frenchman.

"I love you..." he thought for a moment. "this much!"

"That much?" Francis grinned innocently.

"Yes. That much." Arthur paused for a moment, leaning up to run his fingers across Francis' lips. His large brows furrowed. "Have I ever told you how soft your lips are?"

"Non." France humored his fellow nation.

"They're so soft...I want you to kiss me everywhere and never stop." He stated evenly.

"Is that so, mon petit lapin?"

"Yes."

"You're so adorable when you're drunk."

Arthur blushed and kissed France's chest.

He reached over for the, now nearly empty, bottle of rum...But Francis quickly swooped in.

"Oi Frog! What do you think you're doing?"

"My apologies, mon cher, but you've had quite enough already."

Arthur pouted, and pressed forward on his fellow nation.

"Please?"

"Non."

"You're so mean to me!" The younger man wailed, falling into Francis' arms completely.

"I love you, mon petit...But I wouldn't be a good person if I allowed you even another sip."

"I'll never forgive you, you wanker." He pouted, but nonetheless cuddled closer to France.

"Not even if I give you a kiss?" He wondered coyly.

"Maybe then I'll contemplate forgiving you."

Francis quickly bent down to place several kisses to Arthur's face. He then nuzzled his nose onto England's.

"I still don't forgive you."

"Not even if I give you the warmest hug anyone could ever hope of giving?" He questioned, enveloping the drunken nation in his warm arms. Arthur squirmed, and shook his head.

"No."

"Hmmm..." Francis smirked. "Would you forgive me if I tickled your cute little tummy again?"

He quickly lifted the bottom of the smaller male's shirt, leaving a section of pale skin exposed.

"I do have my secret weapon after all." He grinned, leaning down so that his lips were an inch away from England's stomach.

The drunken Brit started laughing.

"No! Don't you dare go near me! You win...I give up!" His face was red as he wrapped his arms around Francis' neck with a yawn.

"I'm tired, darling...Carry me to bed." He instructed with a slight slur, his eyes half closed from exhaustion.

France didn't need to be asked again. In one fluid motion, he was cradling the Briton bridal style onto the room down the corridor.

The effects of the alcohol should be wearing down very soon...

Francis deduced.

He gently laid Arthur on his bed, and stood up.

England whimpered.

"Please don't go...I don't want to be alone. Everyone I love always leaves me...Please stay, Francis." He pleaded to the frenchman.

Francis felt his heart tug at the words spoken by his usually unemotional Angleterre.

He carefully climbed atop the small bed.

The still drunken Arthur buried his face into Francis' chest. He wrapped his legs around France's waist, and began snoring lightly.

Francis sighed as he enveloped his lapin in a comfortable hug, bringing their bodies impossibly closer together.

I wonder if I'll have to cancel dinner reservations... It's already nearly two in the afternoon... Oh well. I can make eating plans everyday with him...But he never allows me to hold him in my arms like this.

Francis smiled warmly down at his petit.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens...

He wondered, pausing to kiss Arthur softly.