Challenge: 16: Affection
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Part of LiveJournal's HetaChallenge Monthly Theme Challenge!
A/N: For Synthetic Cake.

"Stop your shenanigans, Francis. I'm not in the mood."

"Aw, but mon cher! You never seem to object to these things! You love them!"

"What are you talking about? I reject you all the time! Don't try to deny it."

"Oui, but that is what makes things fun, non?"

"No. Now just let me go to sleep. I'm exhausted."

Arthur walked out of the living room and up the stairs to get ready for bed. In his opinion, Francis was being an idiot by trying to flirt his way into his pants; so as the 'gentle Brit' that he was, he left with his ego and dignity and walked into the bedroom with a frown.

'How dare he think I'd give in so easily?' he thought as he retrieved his night shirt.

However, as he began to remove his shirt, he felt a pair of hands creep up from behind, which made him jump.

"Francis!"

"Did I surprise you, m' amour?" Francis asked as he leaned his face on Arthur's shoulder. "I did not mean to scare you."

"I said I wasn't in the mood for this."

Francis just kept smiling as he looked at him out of the corner of his eye. "But we're about to go to bed. Don't tell me you don't want to?"

"I don't want to."

"Oh, but that's killing me!" the Frenchman said as he nuzzled his face into his ear. "You always want to."

"No, I don't."

He suddenly felt a soft kiss on his neck, which sent a jolt through his spine.

"But you know It feels good…" It might have looked like Francis worked quick, but Arthur was just sensitive when it came to his neck. And kisses.

He unsuccessfully repressed a moan.

"Fine."

And with one swift movement, he was pinned to the bed, with both of them ready for the sheets of passion.

Did I just do something corny? I did, I did! But I hope you all enjoyed it!

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