England let out a low moan when France's tongue teased his sensitive neck right as he decided to give the Englishman's thigh a gentle, yet longing squeeze. England yelped and squirmed in his lap, breathing noticeably heavier.

"F-Francis..

The taller blonde smiled smugly against the other's pink flesh, making sure to brush his hips and sides as he trailed his eager hands up his lover's body.

"Oui, mon petite~?"

Right as he spoke, he brushed a tender nub upon the Englishman's chest before fondling it between his fingers through the fabric of his shirt and still donned apron. Despite the somewhat thick material, the nipple began to harden and Arthur hissed at the delicious friction.

"I-I said— O-ohhh, stop th-that! I said happy b-birthday!" He squirmed moaning all the while as Francis' hands decided to occupy themselves with pinching and teasing his chest, eager to take off clothes, as the Frenchman busied himself with nibbling and suckling everything he could within his mouth's reach.

"Hm, who's birthday is it~?"

There was a pause as France felt England visibly tense in his arms. Then, a fist collided with his cheek roughly.

"Y-You..! You bloody croissant eating, worthless horny French frog!"

Odd, Francis suddenly thought as he tried to fend off the pissed off English "gentleman". Arthur usually wasn't this feisty until lunch time.

I originally wanted to put this in the actual fanfiction, but decided against it xD I'm glad I did, but here's something a little extra for the FrUk fans (including myself). So yeah. France forgot his own birthday. He just thought Iggy was being a good wife and (attempting to at least) making him breakfast.