The person you hate to love

Arthur moaned slightly into Francis's mouth, and attempted to resist, to no evail.
"Frog.." He grumbled.

"Why do you call me that?" Francis asked.

Arthur looked up at Francis and shrugged.
"You're loud. And..im not really sure.."

"Not as loud as your american friend Alfred!" Francis said snidely.

"That yank is not my friend." Arthur growled.

"Sure he isn't." Francis teased.

Arthur scoffed and rolled his eyes, before taking a step backwards.
"Why did you do that?"

"I like you, Mon Petite Lapin."

"Well I guessed that when we were I that da** box." Arthur scoffed, recalling Francis's..rather large boner.
"But why..I just don't..." Arthur groaned at his loss of words and turned and walked swiftly out of the room, leaving Francis behind.

"You just...what?" Fracnis called, dashing next to Arthur and catching his hand.

Arthur looked down at their hands and sighed, frowning slightly.
"I don't even know Francis.." He muttered, avoidin eye contact with the frenchman. "I don't see us working out.." Arthur admitted with a shrug, pulling his hand from Francis' and grabbing his wallet.
"Come on we can talk about It over dinner.."

Francis knit his eyebrow, but simply nodded. "Where would you like to eat?" He asked.

Arthur shrugged as he got into the car and sighed.
"Olive Garden?" He offered, honestly not loving any of America's reaturaunts, save the pubs and bars, but Olive Garden was one of the few he'd eat from.

"Sure." Francis said indifferently. He buckled up also .

Once there, the two got a table relatively fast. Arthur aimlessly sipped his water, feeling the awkwardness rise. He focused on the sounds around him, and not the pounding thump in his chest.

Francis sat down, when a sudden mischievous plan glinted in his eyes, "Mon petite lapin, I have to use the bathroom." Francis said, stranding and looking down at Arthur.

Arthur arched an eyebrow and leaned back in the booth.
"Well you don't have to announce it just go." The Brit huffed.

"come with me?" Francis purred, leaning into Arthur and humming in his ears

Normally, Arthur would've been repulsed. He would've snapped back and scoffed, growling some snarky remark, but he didn't. He also didn't know why he found himself following Francis to the bathroom, but he did and he couldn't go back now..!
"Why did I need to come?" Arthur blurted once the door closed behind them.

"I wanted to try something..." Francis cooed, taking Arthur in his arms and kissing him sweetly. He lead them into a stall. Okay, Francis would admit, that wasn't te most romantic thin he;d ever done, but Arthur seemed to be enjoying it just fine.

Arthur mumbled something into Francis's mouth, but it wasn't audible. The groaned and pulled Francis closer, before hitting his knee o the side of the toilet.
"Why are we in a stall?" He demanded after pulling away to take a breath, but his face was still up close to the other's.

"So no one will see..." Francis mummbled. He kissed Arthur's neck frantically, savoring his taste.

Arthur frowned again but let Francis kiss him. He felt himself go hard and he moaned quietly, wrapping his hands around Francis' neck, before he heard the door squeak open and then close.
"Shit someone is in here." He muttered in Francis' ear.

Francis cursed and looked around, "I'll lift you into another stall." He offered.

Arthur gave the frenchman a crazy look and huffed.
"You'll drop me!" He argued.