"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then... We can play~"
"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said, leaning over. He pressed a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."
"Mmm~ Of course, love~ Stay with me~"
"Adieu."
"Bugger " England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave "
In the tea, he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in eachothers' arms... Oh, ho