Good old countryhumans smut (obviously discontinued)

France x UK (Male x Male)

Warnings

It's romantic smut

what do you expect

Britain bottom (why's he always gotta be top like damn 😡😡😡)
Top France (cuz why tf not)

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UK was just sitting in the lounge, reading his newspaper and sipping on a nice cup of Earl grey.. Just like he usually does, everyday, at exactly 5:30 pm. He was dressed in some pretty casual clothing, a baggy blue jersey which matched his skin color, some wide-leg jeans and was currently wearing greyish-white socks since he had a no-shoe policy in his house.

He sighed and put his newspaper down, there was nothing he didn't know already and nothing interesting other than the crossword puzzles on the last few pages. He looked around to see if there was anything to keep him occupied for the day... It was a Sunday afterall. As he looked over at where the telephone was, he slowly started wondering...

"Should I call him?"

He shook his head. How ridiculous! That French frog was so annoying.. Why was he the first thing that came to mind??! His presence during meetings must've been getting to him.. Though... What else could he do? Atleast the French frog can entertain him a bit with his dramas and gossip. He made his decision and got up to dial France's number. He twirled the cord around with his index finger nervously as it rang for a few seconds.. The ringing stopped as the other line had connected through fine and dandy. The usual high-pitched and annoying voice he has heard for centuries talked once more.

"Hellooo Mister Bretagne ! How can I help you todayy?"

"Hello France.. I know it's a Sunday and you're most likely busy but.. Would you like to... Maybe uhm.. Hang out around my place?"

There was a few seconds of silence and you could tell that France was most likely confused.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Sorry?"

"Are you planning to poison me?"

"Don't be ridiculous France! I'm not that stupid"

He scoffed as France sighed.

"If you say so.. Well, I haven't got any plans either so... Meet you in 10!"

"Wai-"

France hung up quickly, getting prepared to annoy the shit out of the Britishman. UK sighed and put the phone back down, looking at himself in the mirror to fix any slight issue. He then took a moment to think about something.. Why was he so worried on how he looked for that frog? It's not like it's a date or anything.. He huffed and put on his glasses, looking like his usual nerdy self.

"Perfect!"

Ding dong!

Ah, it looks like he's here already.
UK went up to his front door and opened it to see exactly who he knew was coming over, France. France was wearing a tight white turtle-neck which highlighted his luscious abs and man boobs, and baggy brown pants. His style was also quite casual... Is this really not a date?

"I see you're already here."

"Of course! I'm always early, remember?" France giggled innocently before making his way inside, remembering to take his shoes off and put them on a rack.

UK smiled softly, closing the door and making sure he felt at home. He couldn't help but already feel lighter and already less bored with France around. France hummed as he walked into a hallway full of paintings.

"I remember that painting! It was youuurrr.... 178th birthday, right?"

"179th, actually, but close enough"