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[bellefierte]

Who: Francis Bonnefoy [France] (bellefierte) and Arthur Kirkland [England] (sconetastic)
What: France comes to visit England to say hi. England gets pissed majorly. Very interesting things shall happen~
Why: It's a chance for England to...I don't know what. Find out yourself. ♥
When: Ehh, reeeally recent. Like today, or whatever.
Where: England's house.
Other: Log is

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[bellefierte]

"Outside? Oh! I am so sorry!" France immediately jumped off the couch and followed England outside.

"Did I mention that today was such a lovely day?" France stopped walking and pulled England close to him. "Look at that sky!" He pointed to the bright, blue sky and chuckled. "And that grass. So green!" He placed his hand on the back of England's head and pushed it down gently so England could enjoy the green grass with him. France brushed his foot against the grass and chuckled.

He let go of England and smiled. "Ah, so where shall we be headed?"

[sconetastic]

"I-I-IT IS RATHER NICE, ISN'T IT?" England stammers out nervously, biting his cheek at France pulls him close. He half wants to shove the bastard away and book it into the house. He restrains himself however, because it is Isabelle's birthday and he is here to celebrate it even if this frog is going to ruin everything for him.

He almost chokes when France nudges him down to look at some shitty grass. Fuck! What is he? A fucking horse? He shouldn't care so much about fucking grass but he does, because France is telling him to and forcing him to look at the ground. The long blades reaching for the sky beneath his boots-- France lets go and England almost sighs loudly in relief.

"O-over there," mumbling, England leads France into a small garden with his finest China set out and a pot of steaming earl grey tea sitting patiently for its lime light.

[bellefierte]

France sits down across from England. "So, Arthur. How is your life? Are you well? How is your food? Have you heard from Alfred recently?" France bombards England with questions. Oh, he can't help but be curious and watchful of England's life. It's what France does: seek out and try to know everything about people.

[sconetastic]

England is pouring cream into his tea and nudges the small pitcher in France's direction. "I've been fine-- really, do you need to ask me so many questions at once?!" He sips his tea, a smile finally reaching his lips. "Food's good. Alfred's fine, though I never talk with him a lot anymore. So much for a special relationship." England almost scoffs bitterly at the end, but he manages to keep the scorn from his tone.

"How about you? Well with groping people and invading vital regions?"

[bellefierte]

"I don't grope people (unlike Korea)! I do not invade vital regions! I am not interested!" France is appalled. Why must England be so rude to him all the time?! It didn't make sense to France at all!

France sips his tea quietly. "Ah, Arthur, but I am glad that you're well." He sits quietly, not knowing what to say. He is at lost for words.