"Bloody hell Francis! Why did you turn this episode on?" The Brit barked, perturbed.
"What did I do? I only picked this one because it's my favourite!" He said defensively.
"How is this your favourite?" Arthur growled.
"Why, mon cher...It's simple." Francis added with a dramatic flair.
"Much like you." Grumbled the unhappy nation.
"It's tragic, and painful, and beautiful!" The frenchman elaborated. He paused with a sigh. "But I see how much this
one upsets you, so I'll find another to put o..."
Arthur hastily cut him off.
"Have you gone mad? He hissed. "We're five bloody minutes into it! You can't just stop it! Because of you, dammit, I have to sit through this episode!"
Francis tilted his head.
"Quoi?"
"I don't know, nor care, what rules of society are set at your place...But at mine there is only one which you must live by." The flustered Briton caught his breath quickly. "You can never, ever, stop an episode of Doctor Who midway through it. It's my favourite damned show, and I'm watching this episode if it kills me!"
France looked over at the red-faced nation.
"Mon cher." He purred with a smirk. "You look so adorable when you're upset."
"Damn you, you wanker! I never asked for you to show up today, and if you don't shut up and let me watch my show, then I'll kick you out of my flat!"
"I understand, mon petit lapin." Francis chuckled, pulling a blue blanket over the pair. Arthur shifted away from the frenchman with a proud scowl. Hoping that by keeping his distance, he could keep his dignity as well.
45 minutes later...
Arthur had long since burrowed his head into Francis' chest. The French nation was more than happy to be there for him.
"R...Rose!" He sniffled.
"Shhh...Mon amour, don't cry!"
"I...Im going to cry as bloody...sniffle...much as I want to!"
Francis leaned down to plant soft kisses on Arthur's face. He rolled over a ways so that he could spoon the sobbing nation.
Is this really manipulation?
Contemplated France.
Non.
He smiled lovingly to England.
It's merely taking advantage of a surprise opportunity!
Arthur turned to wrap his arms around Francis' waist.
"I...sniffle...Hate you so much for bothering me today!" He griped.
"Don't fret, mon petit..I plan on being here to bother you until the day is over!" He paused to check his timepiece. "It's only 11:00 in the morning!" He exclaimed with a toothy grin.
Arthur only groaned before crying into Francis' shirt once more, still recovering from watching something as painful as what he had just witnessed.
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FanfictionThere are three days, out of 365 days, in which Arthur James Kirkland secludes himself from the outside world. He was perfectly content locking himself in his bedroom for these twenty four hour increments, and sulking in the all too painful memories...
