On the doorstep of a brick house standing in the pouring rain was England. His normal short messy blonde hair was soaked and lay flat against his head emitting drips. The white shirt he wore clung to his athletic build and had turned slightly see through. His black jeans had grown into a darker black and heavy due to the large amount of rain they held. England's green eyes stood out from the rainy grey background behind him and shone with the reflection of the light coming from the doorway, where a slightly taken back France stood completely dry, his shoulder length blonde hair looking a little ruffled as if he had been awoken from sleep.

"I know you think me bothersome and selfish, but I need to talk to you." England told him

England didn't wait to be invited inside; instead he pushed his way into the other nation's house and stood dripping on the doormat. The front door closed with a soft click and France turned to stare wide eyed at the scene in front of him. The mantle clock chimed two o'clock in the morning. The living room looked inviting to the shivering England, who could see a smouldering fire place, tan sofa and chairs and a coffee table that held a vase with lilies.

France disappeared for awhile and England could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor grow fainter and then grow louder as he approached. He handed the half naked England a bath towel, as England's shirt had been thrown on the doormat along with his shoes and where causing a puddle. England began to towel dry his hair.

"Pourquoi êtes-vous ici ?" Asked France trying not very hard not to stare at England as he tore off his trousers and placed the towel around him.

"I told you, I need to talk to you. Cut the French rubbish, I don't care for it." England replied glaring at France angrily when he noticed him staring at his chest.

France shrugged and led the way to the sofa with England tailing him and then sitting in a tan chair opposite. France looked at England dreamily, hardly daring to believe that England was sitting in his lounge wearing a towel at two in the morning, telling him he NEEDED to talk to him. England leant forward and touched one of the lily's petals and smirked.

" I have always found it ironic how your monarchy chose a lily to be their symbol. The flower of death. Amusing." England teased

"Did you come ere to tease me Angleterre or do you ave anuzer purpose?" complained France

England sat up frowning slightly, a faint reddish pink blush colouring his face. He abruptly stood up and made his way into the adjoining room which was a large professional looking kitchen filled with stainless steel appliances, marble counter tops, copper pots and pans and a gas stove. He knew his way around Frances house as well as France knew his way around his. The two had, over the recent hundred years, made it easier and easier for the other to get into their house. France sprang from his own chair, terrified that England maybe cooking something. But as he leant against the doorway he was relieved to see England was only filling the kettle.

"Did you want a cuppa tea as well?" England asked

"Fine, fine, but tell me what you needed to know so urgently." France sighed

France watched curiously as England fiddled with the mugs and the teaspoon. Was he nervous or embarrassed? France could see a blush on his face, which in his opinion made England look cute. England ran his hand through his hair making the damp hair stand on end. The kettle clicked off and England filled the cups with the steaming liquid. He turned to France, his blush obvious again.

"Got to leave the tea to brew, that's where everyone goes wrong. " England told him

"Angleterre!"

"Right , right. But first you have to promise me something." England told him his manner becoming business like, but his blush deepening.

"Promise me that you will remain by my side no matter what." England said no longer able to look at France.

France gaped at him. Was this the long awaited love confession he had been waiting for? Both countries had tried many different times to force the other in a union with them. France had under William the conquer, England had under Henry the 5th and almost again under Queen Anne's reign. The only reason that England failed was due to a certain brother and England's bizarre habit of falling in love with his queens, that he usually nicknamed "good".

France got up and hugged England. He felt him stiffen under his grip, but he didn't push him away. France wondered how far he could go; England's soft porcelain skin seemed to be taunting him under his touch. However as England was eagerly awaiting his answer France decided such things could wait until later. He leant in and nipped England's ear softly then whispered.

"Oui, you ave my word mon cheri."

"Bas-bastard I didn't mean it like that!" England gasped

England squirmed out of his grip to finish the tea before it cooled too much. France watched him balance the teabags on the teaspoon and put them in the bin. He frowned as he was still no where near to knowing why he had been awoken by the nation from across the channel. He had so far just pledged his agreement with him, which the two tried to avoid doing in case the other tried to trick them, but France just couldn't resist England when he was blushing like that wearing almost nothing.

"Ow did you mean et?" He asked as England stirred the milk into the tea.

"Well you know what my family is like, we just can't seem to get along. Every few years we try and destroy each other. Right now I'm having a bit of a tiff with my dear older brother, haggis breath. I know the two of you are close, but I don't want you to get involved in this. We've been arguing like crazy and we even brought Canada into it. Ah don't worry (France looked a little panicked at the mention of their younger son) I only asked his advice and left him be. So that's why I am here, to make sure you don't help the weed lover, and also ... erm... cause I need to intrude on your hospitality for a little while." England explained

"Hon hon hon is that your way of saying that you will be staying zee night Angleterre?" France teased leaning closer to England.

England shivered as he felt France's breath against his neck and his blood boil into a blush he was sure was extending all over his body. France smirked and leant closer so that his chest pressed against England's back. He then plucked a mug of tea from England's hand and took a couple of steps back to admire England's reaction.

"Froggy git. But yeah it was, but I'm staying on the couch, ALONE may I add. It'll only be a couple of days until that tartan skirted freak calms down." England hissed still blushing

England drank his tea remarkably quickly since it was hot. He then walked towards the bathroom and noticed France was following him. He turned round with a snarl on his features.

"You're not helping me shower! If you want to be a nice host you could find me some clothes to wear. I can't go round in a towel and damp boxers all the time." England huffed and slammed and locked the door.

"I beg to differ mon cheri, et ez a nice view from where I am sitting." France mumbled

"I heard that! Just find me something! And it better not be girly!" shouted England through the door.

France walked towards his room to find England some clothes. As he walked he had to resist the desire to skip or dance down the hallway. Angleterre was staying in his house, for a few nights. He was pretty sure he was going to enjoy this.

Authors notes:

Sorry everyone! My internet keeps going down cause we've got a bit of a snow storm thing going on. This is finally normal Alberta Canada weather, but our rural internet providers are really bad so when the weathers bad the internet gets cut off. Guess what I was doing halfway through when the internet got cut off? Anyway this is the right story!