Francis took a sip of the tea and his eyes widened. "This is amazing..."

Arthur was blushing furiously, his face the shade of a tomato. "U-Um...Thanks.." He said bash fully and hung his head.

"Oh? Why are you hanging your head, Arthur? I complimented you. You should be holding your head high..."

Arthur covered his now even redder face with his hands. "Er...thanks..."

"Is something wrong..?" Francis was worried he'd somehow offended the Britain. "Did, I say something bad?"

Arthur shook his head. "No! No, no...I'm sorry, I just...no one ever compliments me..."

"I don't see why they wouldn't. You're a very complimentable person"

Arthur sighed. "Well, you know...some people don't like the way I look. That's what it really boils down to. If you're not outstandingly handsome, everyone in my family hates you."

"Well. They have very poor judgement!" He said. What kind of family would judge you by look?

He sighed. "Apperantly I've cursed them. They want gorgeous children, and well, I didn't fit that profile.."

"Well, again. They're wrong. You're perfect."

England was sure he looked like a fool, blushing again. "T-Thank you Francis...I think you look so much better..."

Francis laughed. "You are entitled to your opinion." He smiled. "You keep blushing..."

Arthur tried to stop, but the comment about him blushing simply made him blush more. "I-I'm sorry...I don't mean to..."

"It adorable." Francis laughed and drank more of his tea

"R-Really?" He fidgeted with his hands, glancing up at Francis shyly.

"Really." Francis said with a small smile.

"So, what exactly do you think of me Francis?" He asked. "Like, how do you see me?"

"Hm? I see you as a friend..." He was slightly confused by the question

He tried not to show disappointment. "Oh. Ok. Same here."

"Well, I guess I'd like more, but, I'd rather you be my friend than not at all"

He decided to ask something dangerous. "What do you mean by more?" He inquired.

"Well..." He coughed slightly. "As, more than a friend..." It was his turn to blush.

England moved a little closer, closing his eyes and pressing his lips softly against Francis'. He was half afraid he'd just be pushed away, but he knew he'd have to take his chances.

Francis' eyes widened then fell shut as he kissed the other boy back. He was taken by surprise, but it was a very pleasant surprise.