Fallacy
6:17 am London, England
Francis sighed, "Good morning mon amore," He, yet again, tangled his legs with the younger nation. A small groan came from his companion who hugged him close.
They both wished they could stay like this forever. Quietly getting along in the warmth of their duvet as the sunlight kissed their skin. The duvet provided warmth and protection from the cold air outside. They were safe and comfortable. Francis wishes they weren't nations, but beautiful humans. Not having to worry about the duties and responsibilities of being a nation. But worrying about human things, like work and their lives. Unfortunately being a nation means that you can't have these things. Being a nation means having to be on guard at all times. Francis wishes it could just be him and Arthur together, but they can't have that. Life is unfair. Being a nation is unfair.
"C'mon get off of me, we have a meeting in five hours." Arthur protests, eager to get the meeting over with.
"But mon amour, that's five hours away. Why can't we just spend time together?" Francis asks trying not to groan.
"You know why we can't laze around all day. As much as I'd love to, we can't." Arthur says, disappointed.
He was right, they had duties, which means they can't spend their day together like real lovers. Though he must admit, he loathes Arthur's workaholic tendencies. It disrupted their time together and, although he sure loves Arthur, it can be quite annoying when he does these things. From sitting at a computer all night writing letters to important men, and or planning meetings Arthur sure was a very busy man. Francis was the same, yet less eager and more laidback. As they said, opposites do attract.
Francis moaned and held his lover tighter. "Five more minutes.." He groaned quietly.
"Hm, fine. Just because I'm in a good mood," Arthur told him curtly. He smiled into Francis' nape and closed his eyes, lashes tickling his neck.
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Maybe five more minutes wouldn't be so bad, Arthur thought as he held his lover.
