I woke up that morning in a bad mood. I knew I'd ruined last night. I saw it in the way Arthur's face fell. But why? Did he truly want to be my lover? He's always said he's hated me. And I believed him. I quickly got dressed and got a cab to the meeting area. I fixed my ponytail which was loose, and tightened my white tie. Ludwig gave lectures to those who didn't look their best. I sighed as the cab dropped me off and I walked in. Time for more pointless fights. At least I'll get to see Arthur again. "Hallo Francis," Gilbert, or Prussia said.
"Bonjour, Gil," I waved to my old friend.
"Hola, mi amigos!" I heard Spain, or Antonio, say.
"Bonjour!" I smiled. The Bad Touch Trio was all together. Look out world! I smiled at my friends and we all began talking about everything.
"Did you get far vith ze brit?" Gilbert asked.
"Non. 'Ow'd you know I was wiz 'im last night?"
"Ze American," he smirked and pointed. I looked to where he was pointing and saw Alfred gossiping about God knows what.
"Alfred!" I shouted. He turned and saw me, and pailed.
"Uh...hi...Francis," he chuckled nervously.
"What 'ave you been telling everyone?!" I shouted.
"Just that you took Iggy to the Eiffel Tower. That place is considered romantic in my country, and he didn't come back to the hotel until late...so...it doesn't take a genius to know what happened," he laughed.
I felt my cheeks burn, "I barely even touched Arthur! Not mention, 'e would kill me if I did!" I shouted.
"Well, I still think your lying, and Kiku already wrote a doujinshi about you guys," he laughed, and Kiku, or Japan, whom he was talking to before I came over, blushed.
"What's a doujinshi?" I asked, stupidly.
"It-its rike a fanfiction, just as a manga, which is a comic from my country...I berieve you've read one that had Rudwig and Fericiano in it," Kiku explained. He slowly pulled a book out of his bag. It was in Japanese, but, like all the other countries, I was able to read it well enough. The title was Iggy Loves The 'Eiffel Tower.' I shuddered.
"Z-zat...is...about me...and Angleterre?"
"Hai," Kiku said.
"L-let me see it," I said. I needed to asses the damage. He shrugged and handed it over. I turned to a random page. I saw a drawing of Arthur and I on the Eiffel Tower, holding hands. "Z-zat's not terrible..."
"Next page, dude. It gets freaky," chuckled Alfred. I turned the page...and I was in bed with Arthur, his face flushed with an expression of pure ecstasy.
"Oh mon dieu..." I felt my cheeks flush a bright red. "W-why would you write zis?!"
Kiku pulled letters out of the same bag he had the awful book in. "Requests usuarry, but It's not rike this is the first one you've seen. I've written many of these, of course, they mostry invovre Doitsu-San and Itaria-san," he shrugged. He wasn't lying. I had seen a few of his 'GerIta' comics, and they all were either similar to this one, or, as Alfred called them, 'fluffy' and romantic. I gave Kiku the book back.
"I will say, your art is very good, but keep zat away from Arthur, or 'e will kill us all," I sighed.
"Kill you all for what?" I heard a British accent. Damn.
"N-nozing!" I said quickly, in unison with Japan and America. The meeting was going to start in 5 minutes, so we started calling each other by our country names.
"What did you do this time, frog?" He glared at me.
"He didn't do anything, Igirasu-San. He was simpry reading a comic that invorved you and your scones," Japan lied.
"Yeah. I told him how awful they were, and he drew it," Alfred lied too.
"Oui, and I was simply warning zem," I said.
"Bastards," he muttered, and took the seat that had his flag in front of his. Just like yesterday, mine was next to his. America's was on his right, and Canada was on my right. FACE family is still together. Great. I noticed Spain was next to Romano and Italy. He must be happy about that. Germany was next to Italy, and Prussia's tag, which simply said, 'I'm Awesome' was next to him. Prussia was next to Canada. Oh boy. Two maple syrup crazed manics whom I care for are near me.
I took my seat next to England as the meeting began. My seat was at the head of the table as the meeting was in my country and I was supposed to run it, although Germany would eventually take control due to all the fighting. "Bonjour everyone. Welcome to day two of ze zree day World Meeting," I said as I stood. "We are 'ere to continue discussing ways to boost ze world's economy," I said, and the meeting commenced.

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When the blasted meeting finally ended, I was the first one out. It was even more unbearable than ever. No one fought. It was worse. Elizabeta, or Hungary, and Gilbert ended up sitting together after the break, so I had to hear them make plans for Valentine's Day tomorrow. Not to mention, every 10 minutes, Feliciano would lean over and kiss Ludwig. Lovino would end up in Antonio's lap half the time, and made me feel forever alone, even though I am the country of love. "Francis!" I heard the brit call for me again.
"Oui, Angleterre?" I asked.
"W-what are you doing tomorrow after the meeting?" He asked. It was common knowledge that the meeting would be shorter than usual due to it being the last day, so we'd have the afternoon to ourselves before having to go back to our own countries.
"Probably go to a bar, pourquoi?" I asked and we began walking around.
"I-I was...I was wondering if you'd like to..." His face flushed, "if you'd like to spend sometime together..." He said.
"Ou-oui!" I stuttered. "I take it you aren't angry about last night, then?"
"N-no...I'm not. Why would I be?" He asked, clearly confused.
"You just seemed upset," I shrugged.
"Oh. I was thinking of the revolutionary war and how you sided with Alfred," he sighed.
"I did zat to protect you. We all know what 'append to ze Roman Empire et 'Oly Rome," I pointed out.
"Yes, well, Holy Rome is still alive, just as Germany," he retorted.
"Touché," I smiled. He chuckled.
"Thank you though," he said. "I'm actually happy the way I am. I mean, I have all my brothers under my control," he smirked.
"Oh mon dieu! More people to side wiz!" I chuckled.
"Oh god, don't make me age down to 16 again!" He shouted. If a country lost land, the personification of it would lose years. England was never going to be older than 23 as he was an island, although because of his control of his brothers, he aged more than any island ever would. He was still frail though.
"Why not? Can't we boz be 16 again?"
"Not unless we both loose land," he elbowed me while we walked down the snow covered streets.
"I'd lose land to be wiz you, mon petit ange," I whispered.
"What did you say, frog?"
"Nozing, mon ami," I said quickly.
"Alright. Where's the nearest bar? I need a drink..." He said, and I led him to the nearest bar, that happened to be my favorite.
"Pick what ever you like, mon chéri, it is on me," I smiled as we sat down.
"Merci, Francis," he said.
"Ce est mon plaisir, mon amour," I said, and watched his face flush and him begin to sputter. I just laughed.
Once we ordered our drinks, we began to chat about everything. It was quite nice. Soon enough, though, we were both more than a little tipsy. I, however, wasn't a drunken fool trying to speak, but laughing in the middle of every sentance. "I love ya-" Arthur laughed. "Francis...I really do! Don't know why-" He giggled and hiccuped, "I hvaen't had the balls to tell ya!" He finally finished his awfully slurred sentance and smiled at me, a stupid smile.
"Je t'aime aussi, Art," I smiled as I spoke in my native language.
"Idiot-" he hiccuped, "embrasse moi?" He said. All nations are able to speak each other's language. It's just a simple trait for us. But when Arthur spoke French to me, I felt my heart pound. What a shame we were drunk.
"Oui, mon amour," I said, and leaned forward, and ever so slightly, our lips touched. It was gentle and sweet. Hesitant, but sure. It was a perfect first kiss.

Translations:

French:

Pourquoi ~ why?

Mon ami ~ my friend

Oh mon dieu ~ oh my god

Ce est mon plaisir, mon amour ~ it is my pleasure, my love.

Je T'aime aussi, art ~ I Love you too,
art.

embrasse moi? ~ kiss me?

Spanish:

Hola, mi amigos ~hello, my friends