Francis was currently singing a a French lullaby as he cradled and stroked Arthur's head in his lap.
The British man nuzzled his cheek into the frechman's thigh, allowing his eyes to flutter shut.
France smiled when he looked down to see that England was still wearing the blue jersey with his name embroidered on its back.
He caressed Arthur's hair gently.
"Fais de beaux rêves" Francis cooed quietly into his ear.
Arthur sighed contently and wrapped his arms around Francis' lower back, snuggling closer to the warm French nation.
"I love you to the moon and back." Francis whispered in a singsong voice.
Arthur smiled.
"I've known you for almost a thousand years...And I've never stopped loving you."
He buried his nose in Arthur's niddick.
"Not once." He concluded softly.
The englishman's smile grew.
"Oh shut it, you! You had to have harbored ill will to me while we were at war together!"
He spoke up with a laugh.
"Non, I did not!" The older blonde looked offended. "There has never been a split second where I haven't loved you. I have disagreed with you...I have fought with you..."
He paused to smile.
"But I always end up regretting my actions."
He leaned down to place his lips on Arthur's eyebrows, causing a blush to arise on the Brit's cheeks.
"I even love your ridiculously bushy caterpillar eyebrows."
He ran his long fingers across England's skin.
"Is mon petit...blushing?" He smirked, obviously repressing a snicker.
"N..No! Of course not! I'm just hot." He scoffed proudly, causing Francis to shrug. "Just turn off the damned lights, and let me sleep!"
Francis chuckled, and kissed Britain several more times before laying back and closing his eyes.
"Don't fret mon Angleterre...I promise I'll be out of your hair by the time you wake up tomorrow morning." The frenchman gently carded through the snoring Briton's unruly hair with an exasperated sigh. "Just as always...I'm glad that I could spend time with you, even if it was but for a day."
Francis pulled Arthur into his arms, expertly spooning him as he drifted to sleep.
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FanficThere 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...
