Hetalia oneshots

FrUk

"He loves me, he loves me not." England said while plucking the petals off a flower one by one. He was taking a walk and decided to rest on a bench. He had unconsciously started picking the flowers. "He loves me, he loves me not." He said to himself again. "Who loves you not angleterre?" England's head shot up. Standing there was France. England's face turned redder than Spain's tomatoes. "Uh no one git!" England said. He tried to hide his blush, but failed miserably. "Who is this "he" you're talking about?" France said, raising an eyebrow and smirking. "None of your bloody business!" England exclaimed. "Why are you blushing so darkly mon amour?" France asked, still smirking. "You know I don't speak French, frog. And I'm not blushing, I'm just hot." England said, looking to the side. He was finally managing to calm down and bring his face back to its normal color. (Yes you are hot angleterre~) France thought. "Angleterre, you can not fool me. I know you and I know that you were blushing. Now, who is this "he"? I can help you get with him. Is it America?" France asked. "No I don't love that bloody wanker!" England yelled. "Come on angleterre, tell me. You know you can trust me." France begged. "No." England said. "Please?" France begged. "No!" "Please?!" "No! Shut your attractive mouth!" England put his hand over his mouth, realizing what he just said. France smirked in realization. He sat down on the bench next to England. England slid all the way to the other side of the bench, pretty much cornering himself. France slid right next to England. "Ohonhon, so am I that "he" angleterre?" France said, a smirk never leaving his face. "Stop! Get away frog!" England yelled. "Angleterre, look at me." France said. England shook his head and continued to look anywhere but at France. France gently grabbed England's chin. He stared into England's beautiful, emerald eyes. France moved his face closer to England's, causing his breath to hitch. "France, don't you dare." England said, barely whispering. Their faces were now an inch apart. "Sorry angleterre, I can't resist." France said quietly. He closed the gap between them. England tried to push France away, but France held him tightly.  England slowly began to melt into France's touch. He stopped resisting and wrapped his arms around France's neck. France ran his tongue over England's bottom lip. He gasped and France used that to gently invade England's mouth. England twirled his fingers in France's hair, letting out little moans here and there. France broke the kiss, leaving a line a saliva. "J'taime mon amour." France said. "English please, frog." England said breathlessly. "I love you." France said, smiling. England blushed. "I-i love you too frog." England said. He quickly kissed France's cheek. "He loves me." England said, looking at the flowers he had been plucking. France smiled and hugged England. "Yes he does."