Unexpected

Dinner for Two

The smile that crossed France's face made England's heart race. He's smiling! He look so adorab- wait no, he's annoying, I'm only doing this because he was nice enough to cook for me. I don't actually want him to stay! England lied to himself.

"Why thank you, mon cher, I'd love to stay." France almost purred. He glanced over at England and smiled again. England flushed slightly, setting off a chain reaction. France became bright red, he had to turn away so the Brit couldn't see. "Dinners almost done!"

England began to set the table as France put the finishing touches on the food. "Unintentionally" England set their plates right next to each other, although his table was quite large.

Both of them had a urge to affectionately warp theirs arms around the other as they prepared for their meal. At one point England almost actually did it, but France had turned around and he froze awkwardly. France was caught off guard by this, but simply smiled kindly and continued on with what he had been doing. There was no way he was going to hug me? Right? I mean it's Angleterre, he hates me! But I kinda hope he was! I really hope he was! Maybe he feels the same for me as I do for him?! There's only one way to find out!

"Angleterre, dinner is done, why don't you go sit down, I'll bring it over." France gently placed a hand on England's shoulder and gestured with his other hand for England to sit. England nodded and took a seat, his face still red from the previous awkwardness.

France carried their meal over to the table, along with a bottle of French wine he had brought, of course. He poured England a glass and served him food.

"I can do that myself!" England protested but didn't make a move to stop France.

"Oh, I know you could, Angleterre, but how would that be romantic?" France said slyly, he smirked and ran his finger along the edge of England's jaw.

"E-excuse me?!" England squeaked indignantly, his voice cracking and his face flushing.

"You heard me Angleterre." France smirk grew wider, and sat down next to England. "I noticed we're sitting next each other, I would've thought you'd put me at the other end of the table. But this is quite nice, isn't it cher?"

France's face was now no more than 4 inches from England's ear. The Brit could feel France's warm breath. He awkwardly took a bite of his food.

"It's good, uh thanks." England quickly changed the subject. France moved away from him and ate his own meal.

"I'm glad you like it Angleterre." France said solemnly, he had not received the reaction he wanted.

They finished they meal, making small meaningless conversation. France had gone through the entire bottle of wine and half of another, of course he had brought two, just to be prepared. England had only three glasses, surprisingly showing self-control around alcohol.

England stood up and took both of their empty plates over to the kitchen sink and started washing them. France following him slowly, he felt fuzzy from all the wine he had consumed.

"Ang-le-terre." France muttered drunkly.

"Hmmmm? What is it frog?" England asked glancing over his shoulder at the Frenchman

"Look in the fridge" France grinned. He had to use the counter to support himself. England raised an eyebrow and slowly walked over to the fridge. Opening it he smiled, on the middle shelf sat a tiramisu.

"Did you make this?" England asked curiously.

"Well obviously. Cheri, you know I'd never eat something that came premade" France chuckled and walked over to England, he was done flirting. He was going to make it clear to England how he felt. He came up behind England and wrapped his arms tightly around him. France can feel England tense up. Suddenly he felt awkward, England was the only one who could bring out that feeling, he dropped his arms and backed away. "Désole."