England pulled down his shirt. “Ah, It doesn’t fit,” He complained. France looked at him, “Use one of my shirts,” He said pointing to his dresser. England sighed and waddled over to the dresser taking of his to small shirt and put on one of France’s to flashy shirts. “I look girly now,” England whined. “You look gorgeous,” France said wrapping his arms around England’s waist softly. England face turned bright red. He rested his hands on France’s, “Do you really think I look good?” England asked softly. “Of corse I do England,” France said kissing England’s neck and making him laughed. “Stop that tickles,” England chuckled as France kissed his neck and his cheek casually making his way to the brit’s lips. England deepened the kiss.
England smiled resting his head on France’s Shoulder as the neared the top of the Farris Wheel. England grabbed France’s hand. “France this is a perfect night,”England said. France smiled, “does this mean where a couple now?” France asked. England glared at him, “Don’t push it you bloody frog,” England pouted. France giggled. “What?” England glared at him. “Your just so cute when you pout,” France said. England’s face turned red as a cherry he turned away from the Frenchmen.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
England yanked France throw the park. Snow hit his face and he giggled. “Hey England,” France pointed and England’s face turned bright red as he looked at the mistletoe. France kissed him, without a word England kissed back. His heart pounded against his chest as France lied his hands on the Englanders tummy. The babies softly kicked. England slowly started to deepen the kiss. For the first time he felt like his heart was gonna explode. French released his grip around the brit and smiled at him, “So are we a couple now?” France teased. “I said don’t push it frog,” England grumbled. French let out a sigh thinking he never get England to admit his feelings.
They sat on the bench in the park as the snow slowed and began to stop. England rested his head on France’s shoulder and his hand on his stomach, “I look like a blimp,” England cried. “No you don’t England stop stressing about your looks,” France’s said. England looked at him. “I’m fat, and Everyone hates me,” England sobbed, “Look at I have brushy Eyebrows and I’m as fat as a blimp,” England covered his eyes sobbing. France placed a hand on England’s back a patted it softly. “It’s alright Iggy. And I think those eyebrows are adorable on you,” France said softly. England looked at him his eyes still filled with tears, “Re—Really?” England asked. “Yes Really, I love you England. I’ve Been trying to tell you that forever you never listen,” France said finally confessing to England. “I—I—I love you to,” England said. England kissed France on the lips softly. France wrapped his arms around his pregnant brit. He smiled at the end of the kiss, “Does this mean were a couple now?” France asked. England nodded and smiled happily.
*LATER THAT NIGHT*
France carried England into the house bridal style. England had his hands wrapped around the Frenchmens neck. He rested his head on his shoulder and giggled as France kissed his forehead. England smiled happily as France lied him down on the bed kindly. He rubbed England’s rounded stomach making him blush. He kissed his stomach and laughed. “That tickles you frog,” England laughed France smiled and Kissed his new lover on the lips. England yawned and France lied next to him.
England snuggled up to him and closed his eyes as France wrapped his arms around him and kissed his fore head. “Goodnight Iggy, Night my little babies I can’t wait to meet you,” He whispered.