The heat from the lecherous Frenchman's body was not welcomed by most, but Feliks greeted it gladly and snuggled up to the other's bare chest.
As countries, their pasts follow and haunt them like shadows, but when France and Poland step into the sun they are simply Francis and Feliks.
According to France, there was nothing more romantic than watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and paint it lovely pinks and oranges; Poland thought it was nice, but preferred to watch the other watch the sunset (he made sure to never get caught staring, though, just in case France took it "the wrong way").
A simple glance or batting of those lidded emerald eyes can drive France over the edge every time, and Poland knows it.
The activity messed up their hair within a minute, but the thrill and Feliks being able to hold on as tightly to Fracis as he could--with good reason--made t