All I care about is love!

[sansbaguette]

Characters: sansbaguette and britanniarules
Date: March 5th, around midday.
Summary: Both having decided to eat some rather delicious chocolate, England and France run into each other in the garden...
Warnings: Supreme dere. Also, this is France and England hopped up on love chocolate, but for the most part it should be pretty clean. I'll change the warning if it gets

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[britanniarules]

England was wandering around the gardens herself, admiring the flowers and wondering if she could take any home to plant in her garden. She watched a fox scurry into the bushes, but not before leaving behind a box of chocolates. Bending down, she inspected them, then noticed France coming round the corner. She looked entirely too happy for England's liking.

"Oi Frog, do you know anything about these?" She held up a strawberry creme, indicating the box as well.

[sansbaguette]

"Angleterre!" France squealed when she saw the other nation, quickly wrapping her arms around her and kissing both cheeks, holding her close to her chest. "Ah, there you are, ma chère lapine, I was looking for you!" Oh, right. Questions. Of course she would answer her beloved little sisters questions, whatever they might be. That is what a loving big sister did, after all. "The foxes seem to be giving us delicious gifts, they're not badly made..."

[britanniarules]

England automatically began struggling to push the other nation off her. "Get off me you amorous-" she finally wriggled out of her grip and glared at her and then at the chocolate. "Hmph, as long as they're not French I'll consider them 'not badly made'." And with that she popped the strawberry creme into her mouth.

Oh.

Her face suddenly flushed with heat. France was standing very close. Granted, she'd just pushed her off, but still, very, very close... the sudden proximity awareness was weird. She'd known France her whole life, but had never been so conscious of her...

[sansbaguette]

France reached forward to hug England tightly again, kissing her on the cheek as well. "Now, now, chèrie, be polite to your big sister. Just let me hug you, come now..."

It was a little strange to have England in her arms and to not be thinking about having sex with her. But France was just full of the desire to show England how much she cared about her, how much she valued her, how much she loved her. And that meant hugs, kisses and pampering.

[britanniarules]

This time England couldn't bring herself to push France off her, but squirmed at the closeness anyway. Her heart was pounding and she felt like a schoolgirl. Where had this come from anyway... so completely out of the blue. "A-are you drunk?" she managed to protest weakly. If France was drunk so was she.

Drunk on love.

Oh god no, she was not going to start getting purple-prose-y in her head. No, she drew the line there. Whatever this emotion was (and the had a sneaking suspicion, but for France?!) it was not going to mess with her sense of class. She could enjoy (?!) a hug without lapsing into poetry that even Wales would be embarrassed by.

[sansbaguette]

"Drunk on love, maybe." Unfortunately for England, France did not have any of the same reservations that she did. She did giggle at her own words though. "Oh, chèrie, you know I love you to pieces, is it so wrong to want to show that just a little?" France smiled contently at England and began to play with one of her pigtails, twirling the hair around her fingers. "My cute little rabbit~"

[britanniarules]

England was fairly sure her face was on fire. "You can't really mean that... can you?" she didn't want that to come out so hopeful. She inwardly cursed at herself. "And I'm not a rabbit..." when had she started to find it hard to protest that nickname? It was more that she wanted to giggle at it instead.

[sansbaguette]

France probably should have been weirded out by these confessions of love. Actually, she was. She didn't love England, did she? That would be ridiculous.

Except what she was feeling definitely was love and it was overwhelming. It was difficult to resist the urge to keep covering England's face with kisses- so France didn't bother, planting light kisses all over England's cheeks and forehead. "It seems so, for some reason... And of course you are, petite lapine."

[britanniarules]

England could feel her face burning like it was on fire. Granted France was an expert in embarrassing her, but this was something a little different from that. All these little kisses were just making it worse. And just when she thought she'd hit the "can't get worse" threshold, she turned her face automatically into one of France's kisses, pressing lips together and returning it in an entirely too forward manner.

[sansbaguette]

France froze awkwardly as England's lips met hers. She didn't pull away, but for whatever reason, she couldn't quite bring herself to kiss back and deepen it appropriately.

Well. This was unexpected.

Finally, she pulled back and let go of England. "Um, lapine?"

[britanniarules]

England was looking France right in the eye, and suddenly wished she hadn't. After all, she was definitely going to fall in to those beautiful sapphire blue eyes if she lingered too long--

Oh god. She was definitely waxing poetic now. What was going on?

"Y-yes...?" even stuttering like a school girl. Gracious.

[sansbaguette]

"Ah... I feel as if there has been a misunderstanding."

France paused and thought for a moment. She wanted to express sisterly affection for England. She was fairly sure that didn't usually include kissing on the lips. Not that she would be that opposed, but for some reason she just didn't feel as if it was appropriate right now. However, England clearly wanted kisses. And so kisses were what she would get.

France leaned in and quickly gave England a peck on the lips. "Let me brush your hair."