In The Moonlight

The Park

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu. I only own the plot.

Arthur sighed as he walked through the park. Why did everyone call him snobbish and insult his cooking? Sure, he could be in a bad mood at times, and his cooking not the best in the world but he wasn't that bad. The British man took a seat on a nearby bench. He always came to the park when he needed to think. He gazed up into the sky. The stars were like a million pieces of glass scattered among a black carpet. He didn't seem to notice a tall, slender man approaching. He was wearing jeans and a bright red and white hockey jersey that had a large 24 on it. The jersey read "Williams" Arthur noticed him as soon as he took a seat on the other side of the bench. 'I assume he's just getting back from Matthew's game.' He thought to himself.

"Bonjour Angleterre." He said smoothly.

"Evening France" Arthur replied, looking forward.

Attempting to make conversation the Frenchman declared "It is a beautiful night, Oui?"

Accepting this invitation to talk Arthur replied with a simple "Indeed."

"Are you alright?" France ask scooting closer to the Brit.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm fine!" Arthur snapped looking at Francis, trying to hide his emotions with a smile.

"Angleterre..." Francis began, looking Arthur in the eyes. He put his hand on Arthur's cheek "Your smile says happy, but your eyes speak pain." France murmured to Arthur.

Arthur was speechless. How could anyone read him like that? He had no bloody idea.

He finally worked up enough courage to say, "Well I've just been having trouble with my cooking and some other nations that's it...."

Francis leaned in closer and whispered "Who is giving you trouble mon cher?"

"Well, sometimes other nations call me snobbish or stuck up and it just get's me down I suppose...but it's nothing really." Arthur replied quickly.

"No....they are wrong, you are as radiant as the sun."

Arthur was shocked, "Y-you really think that?" He said softly.

"Of course I do, anyone who doesn't has failed to the the true beauty in the world." The Frenchman said flatly.

England blushed, no one had ever said something so kind to him.

He just didn't know what to say, France was the kind of man, in his opinion, that would kiss anyone who would let him, he would flirt with anyone and everyone who he came upon. This was the very reason Arthur tried to steer clear of him, the reason he didn't let his true feelings get in the way. The two nations were always bickering, but the truth was they never really hated each other. It was all making sense now.

"France, I-i don't know what you're implying...." Arthur said weakly.

The Frenchman smirked, "Oh I think you do Angleterre...."

The next thing the Brit knew he was being pulled into a kiss. Arthur could feel his face getting red as their lips connected, yet, he kissed back.

"Je t'aime Angleterre..." Francis purred.

England smiled sheepishly. Everything was perfect when...

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?"

The two quickly separated, realizing who was behind them. Arthur cringed....this cannot be happening...

~~~~~~~~~~Authors Note~~~~~~~~~~

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