France looked at Britain from afar. He had invited him over for wine and cheese and was wondering if he'd even show up. France knew Britain would never love him as he loved Britain. "Look at that beautiful face" France found himself muttering in english again, a bad habit he couldn't seem to break. France darted his eyes away from Britain and moved them instead towards the ground. France felt a slight heat burn in his cheeks and he began to think of all the things that could go wrong. 'What if he doesn't love me back? What if he turns away and our friendship is ruined? No. That is not how it is... But maybe we are just meant to be f-' France's thoughts were interrupted but a reluctant Britain sitting across from him on the bench France was transfixed to.
"Aren't we going somewhere, frog?" Britain said in a low voice.
France smirked and created a cocky tone to his voice." Don't act s surprised Angleterre, you were the one who agreed to it."
"Only because you seemed so pitiful you bloody git!" England shouted.
"Whatever, lets just get going before the sun sets...It'll be getting dark soon anyways." France said calmly, picking up his small satchel. "And don't call me frog." England smiled and started walking in the direction of France's hotel room. France had been staying in Italy for wine tasting, and Britain "just happened" to be at the same wine tasting, along with America, for the weekend.
When the two finally arrived, France opened the door to the small hotel room, revealing two large bottles of wine and a cooler, which Britain presumed cheese was hidden. " It better not be that disgusting cheese that smells like horses, frog."
"ne pas s'inquiéter, mon amor" France said teasingly, knowing Britain can't understand him, worrying him even further.
Framce slowly pulled off his coat, placing it neatly on the coat rack behind him. Upon turning around, France noticed Britain's jacket sloppily tossed on the back of the chair. " Ah! Where are your manners!" France shouted, pulling the coat from the chair. Before France even turned around to put the coat precisely next to his own, his eye was caught on the soft blue satin of Britain's evening coat, and brought it to his nose, letting the aroma of his companion waft to his nostrils.
"What in the hell...." Britain mumbled as a mortified France turned to him, face a bright tomato red.
"It's.... Customary...." France tried the excuse before putting the coat back on the chair, forgetting it's horrid placement. France moped over to one end of the hotel sofa, only a few feet away from England who had seemed to be lost in thought. "Cabernet Franc or Sauvignon?" France asked, already pouring himself a generous glass and taking a sip.
"Eh.........?" England muttered, obviously reflective on some matter.
"Sauvignon it is" France said with a longing tone, pouring a tall glass and giving it to England, who was now staring out the window and smiling. "Britain?" Britain's cheeks flushed a soft pink.
"Oh, yes thank you." Britain said, taking small sips of his wine as he watched his friend devour a plate of cheese and gulp down several glasses of wine. Britain occasionally found himself sputtering nonsense or laughing to the slurred words France bravely tried to say, and ultimately failing. Britain also found himself staring at France. There was something about him, maybe his eyes, or his hair, maybe even his ridiculous clothes, but there was something about France that he just couldn't ignore.
Britain looked up and jumped in surprise. There he was, a half- naked France who had managed to unbutton his shirt and end up with one leg between Britain's two and one on the floor beside the couch. Britain pulled his legs up towards his chest and blushed at the man, who was such a man, standing over him.
"Je serait vous baiser ici même, dès maintenant" France said lustfully into England's ear." I would, I would do you right on this couch." Frances cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and Britain's were bright red from listing to his drunken friend. An image flashed in Britain's mind of the passionate evening he had secretly wanted the two of them to share, and, if it was even possible, blushed even harder.
Britain looked into France's eyes as he felt a hand go lower and lower down his chest, then his stomach, finally reaching his crotch. Britain turned his head away, and felt France pass out on top of him. Britain's face whipped forward to see France half asleep muttering to himself. "Oui oui Angleterre....Oui juste là..." France whispered.
"Ugh you dirty frog, unhand me at once!" Britain yelled to no prevail. He pulled himself up from under the groggy mass and began to pull him down the hall to his bedroom. France regained a slight bit of footing and was only hanging on to Britain with an arm around his neck, still muttering nonsence.
"Damn, you're heavy, France. You really need to lay off the cheese." Britain whimpered as he reached the doorway of the bedroom. Britain helped France hoist himself onto the bed, but France had another plan in mind. France grabbed England's hips, pulling him on the top of France's body, and flipping over, pinning Britain to the bed. France only paused for a second before passionately interlocking lips with the stunned Britain. France found his way around Britain's mouth, keeping the kiss lively and loving. He gripped the sheets beside him, and finally pulled away from the exhilarated Britain.
Britain laid on the bed, breathless. France gazed into Britain's eyes. "Angleterre.."
"Yes?" Britain asked with a breathy voice.
"One more thing.." Britain stared up at France's soft, loving face.
"Je t'aime"
<End of part one>
<Author's note>
There is more to come! (Ahahaha) Stay tuned for the aftermath and the next hot chapter. Thank you to all the viewers of this and have a nice day. Sorry, this chapter captured more of what I thought the two would be like away from their own homes, and their personalities strrayed in this chapter. I promise in future chapters it wont be as bad. Also, thank you so much for reading!
