The person you hate to love

Arthur's blood boiled and tensed, looking through his legs at Francis, glaring intensly.
"You. Are. Dead." He growled, furiously trying to turn around so he could strangle the frenchman.

"I didn't mean too!" Francis yelped, his knees coiling around Arthur's head to hod him in place.

"Yeah Yeah suuure you didn't!" Arthur growled, struggling before his arms gave out and he fell roughly down on Francis's waist.
"owww.." He grumbled.

Francis yelped, really hoping Arthur wouldn't feel the huge boner he had at the moment.

But the Brit did, and he mumbled something angrily.
"Bloody french bas*ard i'm going to strangle you with my own hands." Arthur growled.

"I'm sorry! This was not my idea Mon Petite Lapin!" Francis apologized, trying to sit up again, but only managing to grab Arthur's butt and squeeze it roughly.

"Right then why the F*** do you keep TOUCHING MY A**!?" Arthur barked, growing madder at the sounds of the laughter coming from outside.
"Nevermind i'll kill you later i just need to get out of here and murder that bloody kraut." He grumbled, finally managing to roll onto his back so he could get his face out of Francis's crotch, but not it was the other way around.

Francis murmured something under his breath and tried to raised himself into a sitting position. He managed just fine, but then noticed Arthur's crotch in his face. He gulped and looked away.

Arthur grumbled something else before noticing something on the top of the box, or the tinside. It was a little light..like..a camera..!
"They're filming this?!" He screeched, "I'LL KILL THEM!!" Arthur thrashed about wildly, managing to lock Francis in the face once or twice, but he finally managed to break the top of the box. The Brit went flying out and tackled Gilbert, his hands around his throat.

Francis held his jaw for a moment and sighed. He stood, stretched, happy for the freedom. His eyes drifted over to see England fighting with Gilbert, but Francis was a lover, not a fighter. He sighed indifferently and looked at the floor.

It wasn't a long fight, since Antonio yanked England off his bleeding friend. Gilbert groaned on the floor, holding his obviously broken nose.
"Bloody wanker." Arthur spat, jolting out of Tony's grasp, and walking swiftly out of the mall to his car.

Francis yawned, crossed his arms, and fallowed Arthur.

Once home Arthur sighed and made some tea, still steaming from the prank.

Francis timidly entered the house, "Mon petite lapin?" He called, ducking his head into the kitchen.

"What?" Arthur growled through clenched teeth, wanting to hit something..very badly. He stirred his tea angrily before turning around and shooting Francis one of his signature 'death glares'.

"I'm sorry about today." He apologized.

"Sure You Are, Frog." Arthur growled, walking by stiffly and sitting down on the couch. He attempted to ignore Francis, but couldn't tune him out, so he picked up the mail, and looked through it, finding only junk and bills he tossed it back down on the coffee table.

Francis winced at the nickname and frowned, "Arthur, calm down. Nothing happened. It wasn't like we actually had sex." Francis growled, getting annoyed with how Arthur was reacting.

Arthur grumbled something else, and averted his eyes.
"Yeah well.."

Francis sighed and pulled the small camera out of his pocket, "It took the video recording, it's not going viral." He said, slapping the thing down on the table.

Arthur flinched at the loud noise and looked at the little device on the table.
"Thanks.." He mumbled, now embaressed for acting like a bi*ch. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Francis growled, turning on his heel and stomping upstairs.

"You don't act like it's fine." Arthur scoffed, recalling how..turned on Francis had been cramped up in the little space. He pondered on that for a moment, before coming to a conclusion and nearly choking on his tea.

Francis sat in his room, smoking and sketching a bit.

Arthur stared at his tea cup. Does Francis really...like me? There's no way.. He thought worriedly, before he caught the faintest whiff of smoke. With a groan, Arthur stood and made his way towards Francis's room, knocking on the door before opening it.
"What have i said about smoking inside? The last thing i want is for this place to smell like smoke." He huffed irritably. "Take it outside."