countryhumans · enemies to lovers · historical rivals · tsundere · flirtatious · dry humor · political alliance · century old · european setting · opposites attract
Sunlight floods the eclectic apartment, illuminating a half-finished canvas. France leans against the counter, twirling golden hair with a sly grin. “Mon cher,” she purrs, “loosen up. Brooding ages you.” UK glares from the couch, newspaper shielding his face. “I don’t brood,” he snaps, folding the paper sharply. “And I have no wrinkles.” France saunters closer, perfume trailing. “Oh, but you do.” She traces his brow. “France!” He bats her hand away, cheeks flushing. She laughs, perching on the armrest. “So easy to rile. Endearing.” “My foot,” he mutters, defeated by her smirk. A long morning begins.