By chicky-the-dragon.deviantart.com

Hetalia - At the Usual Place
The sun beams down on a beautiful English garden, cheering up the colourful flowers and the vibrant green leaves, grass and plants.

A small man with thick, black eyebrows and short, messy blond hair, is kneeling in front of a flowerbed. For a man who was so guarded with his emotions and grumpy to anyone who irritates him, his unrivalled happiness and joyful laughter negates any of those darker impressions from his public façade.

His hands playfully bat at the air around him and he giggles almost childishly.

"Oh, Sophie, you silly girl! Don't tug at my hair..."

His giggling continues and he speaks to thin air once again. "No! You will NOT go telling your friends about the soap in the shower incident. Why were you even THERE in the first place?! You pervy little fairy!"

Now the man is scowling. Apparently the fairy is laughing at him.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon!" comes a scandalous chortle from the glass patio doors.

THAT was not the laugh of a fairy. THAT was the laugh of a certain FROG.

"AAAGH! FRANCIS, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!" The small man is now standing, looking horrified and appalled.

The tall Frenchman with silky blond hair chassés towards his neighbour with a sly grin on his face. "Oh not long, mon amour... But what was that about soap in the shower--"

"GAH! SHUT UP! GET OUT!"

Francis is unperturbed and holds up his hand in peace. "Non, Arthur. I am here on business."

Arthur frowns. "What type of 'business'?"

The Frenchman flips his hair huffily and produces a fancy envelope from his blazer pocket. He throws said envelope through the air with a skilled flick of the wrist... only to have it land on the dewy grass.

Arthur glares at him in irritance and hurries over to collect the letter from the ground.

"You idiot! Now the paper is all wet!" the Briton growls, storming past Francis into his London mansion. He proceeds into the living room to retrieve an ornate letter opener (a gift from King George VI) and read the letter with increasing anger.

He tears it up and fumes at Francis.

"I AM NOT MARRYING YOU, GIT!"

The culprit chuckles and hugs the angry Englishman around the shoulders. "Ah... one day you will come to see the light..."

Arthur shrugs him away and delivers a sharp right-hook to his neighbour's jaw. "I said NO! Now bugger off."

"Ohonhonhonhon! Relax. I am actually here on serious business. Before I was just teasing."

This does not improve the Briton's mood at all. He bites his bottom lip to restrain a retort.

Francis scoffs. "Oh fine! Oui, I would have LOVED it if you had accepted the proposal... but you of all people should know that I have more class than that, mon amour..."

"Bloody tell me why you're here already before I twat you!" Arthur exploded.

"D'accord! We have been summoned by Team Beilschmidt."

THIS changes the mood entirely!

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! Tell me the time and place."

"Tomorrow at the usual place."

Arthur nods and then crosses his arms. "Okay. Now that's FINALLY out of the way... Get the hell out of my house!"