FrUk/UkFr Shorts || 2019

My Love

"I love you," those words meant many things. Love of a brother or mother, love from a significant other. Love is a powerful word, know for many meanings, but hard to express when someone's feelings are in a mess.

Luckily, some knew what the feeling of love was and understood when someone felt something so strong, it'd  make them blush and act out strangely.

This is something Francis had noticed over the years of fighting with Arthur. He noticed how easy it was to get Arthur flustered, he didn't even have to say something. It seemed every time he entered the room, Arthur's mood would change and he'd be ready to fight with Francis no matter what the meeting was about.

Today however it seemed to be obvious, Arthur's eyes seemed to brighten a little as soon as he entered the room. Smirking he could help up play along with this little game, but deep down he worried if Arthur didn't understand how he felt.

"Ah, seems someone should call the fashion police." He hummed, watching Arthur's face scrunch up.

"Look who's talking frog. It's a chrime to wear that shade of blue with red-"

"Non lapin, it's called fashion. Unlike that hiddious green you insist is tasteful." He teased and watched Arthur roll those perfect green eyes.

"Well if you don't like it how about you look the other way," the brit huffed and crossed his arms.

It seemed over the years most of his insults have grown timid, but it seemed only right to Francis. He could tell Arthur had taken a liking to him, the light words being tossed back and for made it rather fun, but it wasn't the same for everyone in the room.
They caught on to this long ago, it took some a little longer with the amount of colestoral clothing the blood flow to their brains, but hey at lead they figured it out.

"Gosh, here they go.." a mutter sounded before an obnoxious groan left the other side of the room.

"This again? Why are old people so-"

"What are you doing in here? You're not even a country- out with you!" Came a rapped snap as the micronation was shooed from the room.

While the commotion contunied, Francis took this as an opportunity.

"So, England?" He slid his eyes over and watch the brit look up.

"Yes frog?" He questioned, not even bothering to use Francis's country identification.

"Why have you gotten so soft on me?" He questioned with a little pour on his lips. It wasn't that he disliked Arthur being nicer, it was just a way to see if his predictions were true.

But knowing Arthur he wouldn't freely be honest.

"What do you mean?"

"You've gotten soft on insulting me? We don't even fight like we used to.." Francis gave a tiny whine and watched the brit's cheeks turn pink.

"Erhm- it's a new year and world. I don't have time for silly battles only expantion."

"Seems you're only closing yourself off with that brexit."

"Erhm! Even so, it's better in-"

"Settle down, I'm only ruffling your feathers mom ami. Besides you're lucky to be leaving the EU." He frowned a little and leaned back in his chair.

"Erhm.. I suppose.." Arthur cleared his throat and settled down, ignoring the pouding in his chest.

"Mon ami? How about we go out after the meeting? We haven't shared a drink in a while."

"Well.. I suppose a drink.." he mumbled, growing a little flustered.
"Just as long as you don't do anything shrewd.." he huffed and sat straight.