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.