Just some stupid cheesy adorable gayness
"Angleterre~" Whined the representation of France
"What?" His irritated boyfriend, England replied.
"I want to cuddle!"
"Sod off, I'm reading."
"So?"
"So I'm not cuddling with you."
"Si vous plait?" France begged.
"No."
"Please!" The Frenchman fell back onto England's lap dramatically.
"Get off me, git!"
"But mon petit lapin-"
"I said get off me. I'm reading, leave me alone."
"Non." France rolled over, burying his face in the Brit's lap.
"Francis."
"Quoi?"
"Get. Off. Of. Me."
France let out a whimper and rolled off of England, onto the other side of the couch. He looked up at the blonde and pouted, putting on the puppy face he knew England couldn't resist.
"Oh come off it." The Englishman grumbled with an eye roll. He tried to look away from France's big blue eyes, but failed horribly. He bit his lip, glancing as discretely as he could at the adorable Frenchman.
"Angleterre!" France whined as cutely as he could. He had the Brit right where he wanted him. "Pleaseeee cuddle with moi?"
"No." England sighed.
"But mon amour, I'm tired."
"Then take a nap."
"I can't sleep without you."
"Then take a nap right there, I'm only two inches away."
"But I want to 'old you. Je t'aime, mon parfait, câlin, petit lapin~"
France looked up at the Brit pleadingly again, smiling when he sighed in frustration and set down the book. France was about to hug him when he got up off the couch and started to walk up the stairs.
"Angleterre?" He asked quietly, afraid that he had upset him somehow. He heard shuffling before the blonde walked back down the stairs with a pillow from their bed in his hand. He dropped it on the couch and laid down on his side, patting the spot next to him.
"Are you just going to sit there and stare at me? This was your idea you know."
France smiled warmly and laid down next to him, sliding an arm under his head and the other wrapped around his waist. He pulled the Brit's back to his chest and nuzzled his hair affectionately. England reached for the TV remote, flipping through channels before settling on The Lord of The Rings. He nuzzled the Frenchman's arm and sighed in what was supposed to be irritation, but ended up being happiness.
"Zhis just proves my point, you know."
"What point?"
"You're cuddly~" France gave the blonde a tight squeeze.
"Whatever." The Brit huffed.
France chuckled and closed his eyes, not loosening his grip on England in the slightest. It wasn't long before the both of them were sound asleep on the couch, still snuggled up in each other's arms.
Just a quick translation, "Je t'aime, mon parfait, câlin, petit, lapin~" is "I love you, my perfect, cuddly little rabbit~"
