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Afternoon Tea (FrUk)

England was pissed. Really pissed. France stood in front of him and brandished a bouquet of flowers. "Bonjour Anglaterre~." France said with a suggestive tone. "What do you want?" England replied, already done with France. "We can talk about what I want in your bedroom onhonhonhonhon~." 

England slapped France, something he had considered doing in the past but hadn't acted on. "No! We can talk in my living room, I'll make tea, but we are not doing anything besides talking!" England shouted firmly. The French man was still stunned by the slap, but nodded a bit in response. England walked from the door and kept it open, going into the kitchen to start on the tea. 

France shook his head a bit and strolled in. He looked around the living room, the walls were full of paintings and pictures. The colors of the wall were plain but worked well with the furnishing. After admiring the room for a short amount of time, France sat on the couch, gently placing the bouquet he brought on the coffee table. 

England walked out from the kitchen with two cups. He set one in front of France. He went to a chair in front of the couch and sat down, taking a sip of his tea. "So what do you want, Frog?" England placidly spoke. He set down his cup of tea and looked France directly in the eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and he just generally looked upset. France frowned a bit, "A-Anglaterre… I was just joking." 

"Were you?" England snapped, "Because I have a feeling if I didn't slap you, you'd just violate me." The French's frown turned larger, and as he stood up the Englishman did as well in defense. "Anglaterre. I'm not going to do anything. You've known me long enough to know I won't violate you." 

France took a hesitant step towards England, gently cupping the Brit's face. "Please, stop using that as a cover-up for your feelings." England's face grew red, as he pushed the man off of him. "No! It's not a cover-up W-Wanker! I hate you!" Whatever smile France had, left his face entirely. He gave a small nod and started towards the door. 

England shrugged, he didn't care if France left. It would just be that problem solved, and he could get back to his afternoon tea. Something made him not want France to leave though, and he wasn't sure what was pestering him to stop France from going. "Wait! France… Wait… I'm sorry. Y-You're right. I hate to admit it, but…" The Brit's face flushed as he continued, "I love you Wanker…" 

France turned around, his stern frown turning into a gentle smile as he wrapped his arms around England. He was as gentle as possible in his actions and words as he spoke, "I love you too, Anglaterre."