France and Male!Bela :D The Bar

"You are so very bossy, Aleks." He chuckles. He pushes himself off the bed, walking over to his closet to find them so clothes.

"Shut up.." Slowly stands up, wincing, then sits on the bed, covering himself with the sheets, still blushing a little.

"Hmph...." finds something the other could probably wear. Grabs it out if the closet and walks over handing it to him.

Grabs the clothes from him, flushing. Turns away and puts on a pair of boxers, then glances at him. "I'm going to go take a shower..."

"Will you need my 'assistance', again?" he says lightly hinting at the night before. Walked back to his closet to fine something for himself to wear.

Glares at him shortly, blush tinging his cheeks. "..Nie. I'll be fine." Walks slightly unevenly over to the bathroom, quickly shutting the door behind him, letting out a sigh of relief.

While he was taking a shower, Francis picked out for himself some clothes to wear for the day. Once that was taken cared of he set it on his dresser and laid down on the bed, waiting for the other to get done. He could go shower in another bathroom, but he didn't feel like walking all the way.

Comes out of the bathroom fairly soon after, France's clothes just a bit too big on him and still clinging where his skin is damp. He's sill blushing a bit, avoiding France's gaze as he goes back to sit on the bed.

"I'll make breakfast once I'm out." he says walking towards the bathroom. Lalalala showers.

Sighs and just nods in response, lying down on the bed for a bit with a sigh, his nose wrinkling as he finally notices the smell left over from the night before. Slowly he stands up, going to sit at the dining room table and grabbing a glass of water to drink while he waits.

Gets out a little while later with just a towel wrapped around his waist. Walks over. "What would you like to eat for breakfast~?"

Looks over at him and blushes, looking away quickly. "Put real clothes on, for heaven's sake..." He sighs. "Whatever, I don't care what we eat.."

"I don't really feel like it though." he muttered about putting on clothes. But... He walked over to his drawer and put some boxers on at least. "Come, let's go make breakfast." he says walking out of his room.

"Don't order me around.." He sighs and stands up anyways, slowly following the Frenchman.

Chuckles, "You want to eat, non?"

Shrugs. "Whatever. Might as well."

Nods, walking down the stairs to the kitchen.

Follows him reluctantly, sitting down at a stool by the counter. "So what're you making?"

"Hmm...let me see." he says looking through his cabinents and refrigerator.

"..." Sighs and looks up, reluctantly. "...I like french pastries, if you have any..."

"Mmm, I'm sure I do." he mutters under his breath. Keeps looking through the cabinets, trying to find what Bela requested.

"..Good." Blushing a little, just didn't want to admit he liked anything french...

Finds some little pastries he might like, "Would you like some coffee?"

"..Yes, that sounds good." Sighs, just staring at the counter, sulkinggg

Starts making some coffee looking up at him, "And what is bothering you~?" he asks with a raised brow.