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FrUs?
  • Who cooks:

Francis, usually, as he is very talented in his cooking skills. Alfred does cook sometimes, though of course, his leans more towards very comfortable home cooking like stews and such. Francis loves them.

  • Who does the laundry and other chores: 

They split the tasks equally, although Alfred takes a lot more coaxing to get his chores done.

  • How many children do they have:

None.

  • Who’s more dominate:

Neither of them, they are equally romantic and aggressive, just in their own ways. In bed, they switch frequently, though Francis likes bottoming.

  • Favorite nonsexual activity:
    They enjoy taking walks and just sightseeing, commenting on things, talking, or just walking down new paths they haven’t before. It’s healthy, and they love the communication.
  • Their favorite place to be together:

Home. Bed.

  • Any traditions:

-

  • Their “song”:

-

  • What they do for each other on holidays:

Whatever they can think of, and whatever they feel like. They’re very spontaneous.

  • Where did they go for their honeymoon:

Seychelles!

  • Where did they first meet:

A long way back.

  • Any pets:

Alfred’s golden retriever gets along splendidly with both Alfred and Francis.

  • What do they fight over:

EVERYTHING. Due to their difference in cultures and whatnot, they disagree over many things. But they’ve learnt to compromise… eventually.

  • Do they go on vacations, if so where:

Whereever they please.

ladybeemer:

IT’S NOT A BRA IT’S A MOCHI HOLSTER. YEAH.

ladybeemer:

IT’S NOT A BRA IT’S A MOCHI HOLSTER. YEAH.

ship-all-the-hetalia-couples:

FrUS by ~maybebaby83
vennuk:

kawaaaaaa
da-wakko:

【腐】テスト的な【フラアル】
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da-wakko:

【腐】テスト的な【フラアル】

Pixiv ID: 6729276
Member: 紫色

vreeska:

this pairing—

aestatedomus:

Does FrUS ever get anyone FrUStrated

kittens-everywhere:

It starts when Italy spies France and America eating out together one evening after a meeting in New York City. They are laughing about something, and France brushes his hand against America’s wrist, gently, as if to reassure himself that the other is really there with him. America’s eyes are…