(FrUK Kinkmeme Fill) Property of France

“Hey, Iggy! What’s that on your hand?” America called obnoxiously.

England twitched and sent a glare towards France, who smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

On the back of the island nation’s hand in blue, white, and red sharpie was written; Property of France, with a little Eiffel Tower doodle. The other nations sniggered, and England quickly shoved his hand into his pocket.

“It’s nothing.” He growled, fixing his scowl on Francis, who stood and sashayed over to England.

The tsundre blonde backed away nervously, but all France did was take his hand and brush his lips elegantly against the sharpie marks. “Je’taime, mon cheri.” He then promptly turned and said to America, “I’m merely claiming what’s mine.”

England growled and pulled his hand free from the Frenchman’s grasp. “Oh, bugger off, you bloody frog.”

Francis laughed his famous laugh and grabbed England back, ambushing his face with sloppy kisses. The Brit shouted and fought and flailed, but to no avail. In much of Hungary and Japan’s delight, Francis managed to pin England against the wall and thoroughly ravage him before being shoved away and delivered a quick kick to the Eiffel Tower.

However, England knew it was the truth, whether he wanted to admit it or not…