Gift - FrUk

"Oiiii! Frog, come here!"

Francis sighed, pulling his hand away from his temple. He just wanted to go home, take some medicine for his head ache, and go to sleep. "What is it, Angleterre?" He turned around to be face to face with Arthur, surprised to see a slight blush across the Englishman's face.

Arthur gave a slight up turn at the lips.

"Close your eyes."

"... why?"

"Just do it. I won't hurt you of anything like that."

Francis sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. All he could hear were footsteps for a moment.

"He's probably trying to make me think he's going to kiss me, then he'll just walk away, making me look like a fool."

A slight rush of cold over Francis' collar bone surprised him.

"Okay, open your eyes."

Francis obeyed Arthur's command, seeing nothing but empty hall in front of him. "Arthur?"

"Behind you, idiot. Don't look at me, j-just look at your neck."

The Frenchman sighed and looked down, surprised to see a silver snowflake necklace hanging from his neck. He looked over at Arthur.

"What's this about, Arthur..?"

"I-It's just a gift."

"Why? I mean, you've never given me any gifts before.."

Arthur sighed and glared at Francis.

"I-It's just a gift! Plain and simple! Dammit, why do you always have to complicate everything.."

Francis smiled and pulled his hair over the chain, then leaning over to kiss Arthur's cheeks.

"Merci, Arthur. C'est beau, vraiment."

Arthur blushed and looked away. He remained silent for a minute, before finally mumbling, "You really like it?"

"Of course I do. It's from you, isn't it?"

"Y-yeah, but--"

"Then I love it."