A/N: not very long, but then again, I hadn't planned it to be. Plus, it's just some practice writing. Wrote this in about five minutes, too, so it's not much
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"Pft, oh Lord, UK, get back to bed!"
"What, you don't like my outfit?"
"As if you could call that an outfit," France giggled.
UK grinned and let go of the panties he was dangling in front of his crotch, throwing them across the room before he dived under the covers at the foot of their bed.
France withheld her laughter as UK wiggled around under the sheets, pretending to be lost.
"Why, my dear, I can't seem to find an opening! I'm lost."
"You're so silly, mon cher. What am I to do with you?"
He turned under the covers once more before he announced,
"Oh wait, I think I've found an opening!"
France yelped in surprise when a couple of fingers brushed against her bare vulva. She squealed a laugh as she smacked her hand down on UK's covered body, and he finally emerged from under.
"You're horrible!"
"Ah, but you married me," UK smirked. "That's what you get for making bad decisions, love." He leaned in close.
"Oh, is it?" France said, her laughter dying down. She leaned in as well.
"Oh, yes, eberything has a consequence. Yours," he whispered sultrily, "is me."
"Well, that's too bad. You're very good in bed."
They kissed, humming in delight into each other's mouths. They broke apart, lips still ghosting over each other as UK smiled and going to kiss her again.
Their kisses were short and sweet and repetitive. They giggled and laughed as they kissed. France pushed on UK's shoulders to lean over him, with his head between her arms and her lower half still to the side.
She was naked, as she hadn't bothered to dress after their earlier activity, and the sheet slipped down from her back and hung on her hips. UK didn't move much, letting his wife dominate the kiss, and leaning back on his elbows so she at least didn't have to move all the way down.
After a bit, he sat up so he could cup her face in his hands. Now he was able to lead her into laying down, half sprawled across his lap.
"Ohh, you're pretty assertive now, huh?"
"Well I just wanted to show you as much love as you have me, love."
France laughed and rolled them over again, so they leaned off the bed.
"Now I'm above you again," she teased.
UK didn't respiynd so much as act. His arms wrapped around her midsection and they rolled once more, falling all the way off the bed.
France was taller than UK, but he could still knock the wind out of her.
"Haha, I'm-Im sorry, Love pfhahaha," he laughed.
France smiled, pained, and shoved him off her, still in a light mood.
"You're gaining some wait, my love," she purred.
"Oh, what? No, I'm not. You're just getting weak, is all. Weak with age, I'm afraid," he turned his nose up, looking snooty.
France gasped in mock offence, "How dare! I will divorce you!"
"Do that, and you're taking the kids."
"Ugh, nevermind then," she pouted.
"Oh well, guess we're stuck with each other," UK smiled, as if it was helpless.
He crossed his arms across her bosom, resting his head on one cheek. France rubbed her fingers against his other cheek, smiling with adoration. She brought her fingers up to her lips, kissing them softly, and brought them down to his lips. They trailed his face until she was running her fingers through his hair.
"I think some wine would be good right about now."
