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Steam rose all round the French nation, fogging the mirrors, laying a blanket of white mist throughout the bathroom. He laid his head against the granite wall, a slight smile parted on his lips as he felt the water engulf his body to the top of his chest. France spread out his arms and sighed, ever so peacefully.

Damn, France thought.If I have to fight another nation, I think I'll die of aggravation. He clenched his hands and gritted his teeth, but then relaxed when he remembered where he was at the moment. I'll just forget about all of those petty, lame, arguments and just unwind. The last thing I need is to be thinking about England...

The door flung open just as France snapped back into realty, realizing that there was a sexy, naked England in the threshold.

"Um?"

"Bonjour, Monsieur Angleterre!" France smiled at seeing the nation's irritated yet bewildered expression.

"France, what the fuck are you doing...in my house?" His voice was surprising calm. Too calm, France thought.

"Dites, why don't you join me in this," He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Baignoire."

"France...if I wasn't so tired right now, I would punch you..."

"But..."

"I'll take you up on that offer." England sighed, gliding reluctantly over to the bath while France smiled.

"Ah...I was just about to say the same thing to you, mon amour," He purred as England slid into the bathtub, which was barely big enough for one of them.

"Ow," England mumbled as both of his knees popped when he banged them against the rim. "It's too small for both of us," Seeing his escape, he added, "I'll get out-"

"Non!" France yelped, snatching England's wrist. "This is the only time you aren't fighting with me, so I wish to aimez it."

"You want to what it?"

"Cherish," The French nation whispered in England's ear, rolling his r's with a deliciously sweet accent. "Here, you can sit right here." He gestured to his legs.

""France, did you know that I'm not comfortable with sitting in a bisexual's lap," England said anxiously, but still moving closer to a smirking France.

"I understand, after all, a gay sitting on a bi's lap does not make perfect sense," He smiled as England sat where France wanted him. As he lay on the nation's chest, England noticed that, France's chest was very warm and comfy, despite being very muscular. He gently closed his eyes and allowed a small sigh to escape his lips, and France smiled.

"Angleterre?"

"Mhm?"

"Why aren't we arguing today?"

"Maybe it's because we're both relaxing in a warm bathtub, both too lazy to bicker, and I have a comfortable pillow," England whispered, snuggling into France's flesh.

"And I have a warm couverture," He purred, pulling the smaller nation closer and feeling him nestle closer.

"I kinda like bathtime," France mumbled.

"Me too, Frenchie, Me too."

Then Japan waltzed into the bathroom, mistaking it for a kitchen, and saw the two naked nations sleeping, then fainted.