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[english_dignity]

You're working on New Year's? Bah, whose idea was that? Can't even have a proper drink.

If you don't need me, I'll be heading down to the pub to join the celebrations.

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[lamarseillaise]

Mon dieu. What a sad old man.

[english_dignity]

I'm not the one working, you stupid frog. My mun is.

[lamarseillaise]

Drinking in a pub on new year's eve. That is the saddest thing, non?

[english_dignity]

Where do you think the best celebrations are, idiot?

[lamarseillaise]

Not in your stinky pubs, that's for sure! ^_~

[english_dignity]

My pubs do not stink you damn frog!

[lamarseillaise]

Merde~!

They smell like old men.. like you mon cher~

[english_dignity]

I smell better than you, you old fop!

[lamarseillaise]

Ale and stinky tea? That is not better than the fragrance of petals that I adorn!

[english_dignity]

Please. Flowers can't cover up that smell. You're older than I am, don't forget.

[lamarseillaise]

What smell is that~!? Mon dieu, I didn't know you loved smelling me!

But I still look younger than you, non~!?

[english_dignity]

'Loved' is not the word I'd use.

And how much time to you spend applying wrinkle creams and hair dyes to keep that up?

[lamarseillaise]

Absolute and explainable adoration and infatuation? That works too non~!? ^_~

Merde, those I do not use. My face is naturally beautiful~!! How about you, how many times a day do you have to pluck those eyebrows~!?

[english_dignity]

Try detestation.

There is nothing wrong with my eyebrows!

[lamarseillaise]

For the man who claims to speak proper english, your choice of words is absolutely erroneous ma petit mignon!

Hoho, is that what you tell yourself everyday?

[english_dignity]

[Just glowers at that.]

At least I never flounced around in a bloody dress in the name of fashion.

[lamarseillaise]

Of course not, [He leans his body against England. An arm around his shoulder and his lips on England's ear.]

You have no fashion, non?

[english_dignity]

[He stiffens and flushes red, twisting a try and put an elbow into Francis' gut.]

Keep your hands to yourself, you damn pervert!

[lamarseillaise]

Mon dieu~

[He steps back a little and dramatically falls to the ground.]

You really have no experience with affection, non?

[english_dignity]

[He glares down at him, that scowl unfortunately just making his brows more prominent.]

You call that affection? Is whispering insults the French idea of sweet nothings now?

[lamarseillaise]

It is not insult, it is truth!

[He looks up at him with a refreshing smile.]

[english_dignity]

[Arthur hates that smile, just because it's hard to stay angry with it.]

People imitate English fashion all over the world, frog.

[lamarseillaise]

And yet you're not the fashion capital of the world. I wonder why..?

[english_dignity]

And you keep the insults running. Get stuffed, Francis.

[lamarseillaise]

Where are these insults you speak of? I say the truth...

[England is simply so cute when he's pissy. Don't mind if Francis jumps up a little and kisses Arthur on his lips.]

[english_dignity]

[That retort he'd been about shout at Francis? Neatly cut off behind a squeak as that kiss lands, green eyes wide and surprised. And he almost kisses back before sense caught up and Arthur stepped back.]

Just what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?!

[Denial is British, obviously.]

[lamarseillaise]

[Blue eyes searched deep into emerald hues, as gentle fingers cupped Arthur's cheeks.]

Kissing you~! Don't tell me you don't know what a kiss is mon cher~!?

[english_dignity]

[Those fingers could probably feel the way Arthur's cheeks burned, no matter how much he tried to glare.]

Of course I do! I'm asking what you think you're doing kissing me.

[lamarseillaise]

[It always feels so good to have such warm and pink cheeks in between Francis' hands, so he allowed his fingers to stroke Arthur's cheeks a bit.]

You're so cute, non? So I give you ma kiss as a reward~! You love ma kiss, non~!?

[english_dignity]

I never said that!

[And yet he wasn't jerking away or saying no, was he?]

[lamarseillaise]

But you feel it..

[And here comes another kiss which was so much longer and deeper than the last one.]

[english_dignity]

[A hand clenched in Francis' shirt as he tries to keep his knees from failing. Dammit, how did he let this happen again?]

[lamarseillaise]

[As much as he always loved insulting Arthur, it was always the best way to get Arthur's undivided attention which Francis always craved. So he kept the kiss with his fingers slipping through England's back and holding him much closer to his own chest.]

[english_dignity]

[He broke away when he needed air, lips kiss swollen and face flushed.]

That was a bad idea...

[lamarseillaise]

[Francis gasped for air as well as his warm lips pecked on the Brit's forehead.]

Oh~!? How so~!?

[english_dignity]

Because sooner or later I'll end up naked and speaking French. Again.

[lamarseillaise]

[Light kisses trailing to the Arthur's neck.]

And, how is that a bad thing?

[english_dignity]

[Breath growing shallow, he tipped his head back. To avoid kisses to his lips. Really.]

D-do you even need to ask?

[lamarseillaise]

[He kisses Arthur fervently behind his ear while muttering a short response in between kisses.]

Ah, oui, mon cher~!

[english_dignity]

[That just isn't fair. Arthur's eyes slid shut, a little sound escaping his throat.]

[lamarseillaise]

[When Francis hears that little sound, Francis smiles and allows his lips to reach for Arthur's lips.]

...so cute ma petit mignon~

[english_dignity]

Francis...

[He tried not to whimper. No, he wasn't going to give in like that.]

N- not here.

[lamarseillaise]

[Francis let out a short and satisfied sigh with a smile adorning his face.]

My place then?

*rubs hands together* We should plot something.

[english_dignity]

[Had he really let Francis convince him that easily? Again? He pushed his bangs from his face, trying to catch his breath.]

Fine. Just this once though.

Yes. Let me PM you my contacts.

[lamarseillaise]

As always. ^_~