#franed

He had no idea what to expect but he certainly didn’t expect to find Germany laying on the couch with his shirt open leaning against the Dutchman. The strangest thing about him was the almost blissful expression on his face. At least it was only cannabis, Francis thought, relieved.

The German noticed Francis and tried to sit up before giving up with a giggle. Francis’ frown deepened. 

“Ludwig, how high are you?”

The German raised an eyebrow, “Francis, Schatz.. no! it’s ‘Hi, Ludwig how are you?’” /Darling/

Vincent had the audacity to snort and Francis turned to him with a glare. He had no idea where the “Schatz” came from either, pet names were his thing usually.

“The answer is, very gut! Thank you! When I look up at the sky I can see the stars and I feel like falling!”

France tried to indicate to the Netherlands that he wanted to talk without the younger blonde overhearing. Vincent grimaced and made a sign that conveyed “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Francis mouthed.

The Netherlands tried to stand up just to be pulled down by Germany, “Where do you think you’re going? We are both comfortable like this, no? I do not see why you insist on moving?”

“Yes. You’re right. Sorry.” Vincent just said with a sigh before turning to Francis and shrugging.

Vincent did not look at all sorry to be snuggling with Ludwig. Moving a bit closer, he noticed the red around his eyes, which told Francis all he needed to know. At least the Dutchman was more used to it.

“Francis, I think you should try one of Vincent's brownies and come join us in the cuddle pile. He’s a great baker, did you know that?”

Vincent grinned, “thank you Ludwig, I appreciate the compliment.”

“You’re very welcome,” Germany said grinning back at him.

“No, you're very welcome!” Vincent said again and Ludwig looked confused. 

“Welcome to what?” 

“I don’t know,” the Dutch man frowned.

Francis sighed deeply, he was 2000 years old. That was way too many years to be dealing with things like this still. Although he had to admit, he had been feeling rather stressed. He located the infamous brownies. They indeed looked very inviting. The Frenchman hesitated briefly before eating one in one bite and bringing the rest closer to the couch.

“Damn, Francis, I didn’t expect you to join us on this blissful evening.” the Netherlands cocked an eyebrow.

“It is only 18 o’clock mon cher.”

“Still though... you? eating space cake? Then on, I also hadn’t expected to find Ludwig eating them when I walked in.” 

“Look, just because I’m more proper and cultured than you both doesn’t mean I haven’t engaged in the occasional recreational drug use. I invented hedonism, I’ll have you know!”

“Sure sure, those big words don’t mean anything to me right now.” 

“Why was Ludwig eating your brownies anyway?”

Francis looked down at his boyfriend who was looking up to the ceiling with a dopey smile and couldn’t hold back an amused smile of his own. It was kind of good to see the otherwise high-strung man let loose. The cannabis wasn’t going to have any horrible effects in the morning either so he could even enjoy it while it lasted. 

“He thought they were leftovers from lunchtime and thought no one would come back to eat them. Said he thought it would be a waste as they would just become hard over the weekend. I agreed. Except they weren’t leftovers... I had placed them there before going to the toilet so that I could chill afterwards. I didn’t expect Ludwig to still do some check-ups.”

At the mention of his name Ludwig shot up, almost hitting the Dutchman in the chin. “Francis! I miss you! Finish your brownie and come join us!” 

“Who would have thought he would be the happy- cuddly kind of high dude?” the Netherlands mused out loud.

“Don’t even think about getting him high more often.” Francis said, right after he himself had banished the thought from his mind. 

He took another bite of brownie, his third one, and decided that that should be enough for now before setting himself down on the couch next to where Ludwig was still half laying on Vincent. When Ludwig didn’t immediately let go of the Dutchman to come cuddle up to him he felt a brief flare of jealousy. 

Ludwig still seemed present enough to come to a somewhat similar conclusion as he rolled his eyes and pulled the Frenchman closer by his tie. 

“I should tell you you look sexy more often.” Ludwig whispered huskily, before briefly but deeply pressing his mouth to his. Ludwig pulled back and Francis needed a couple of seconds to come back to earth. He felt himself become bright red. Especially at the whistle Vincent let out. 

Now that was language Francis had not at all expected the man to use, ever.

“Never mind, cuddly, more like touch-starved and horny, apparently” Vincent laughed. 

“Do shut up,” Francis said as he turned around to face away from the both of them. “He gets more than enough touches and sex.” 

“I wholeheartedly disagree.” Ludwig huffed out.

“We’re not having this discussion with Vincent present.”

“Why not?”

“Ja, why not Francis?” Vincent was grinning like a cat who got the cream. Just as bad as his sister sometimes, Francis thought.

“I think Vincent should be allowed to join us for our discussion, for cuddling and for sex if he wants to! He’s a free man!” Ludwig said, crossing his arms with a serious expression.

“Hell yeah.” The Netherlands declared. 

“No one is having sex, while high.” Francis stressed, the headache he was having started subsiding and he started feeling deliciously drowsy. 

“So we shall once we’re not high?” Vincent repeated with a hopeful expression.

“Exactly.” Francis said not willing to make a big deal out of anything anymore.

“Ach, Vincent, we shall have to wait till after we are high. I hope that’s okay with you.” Ludwig said, sounding way too apologetic for Francis’ taste.

“More than okay, Ludwig!”

“Good, I’m glad we managed to come to an agreement.”

“Me too.”

“Shut up and let me enjoy my high, or I’m restricting the offer.” Francis said, closing his eyes and letting himself sink into the couch. Head resting on Ludwig’s lap. Ludwig started playing with his hair. 

Bless space cake, Vincent thought as he closed his eyes and started dozing off with the two blondes against him. 

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That’s how Belgium found them two hours later. 

Good for them, she thought, amused as she left the room once more… 

With 50 pictures of the scene to commemorate the occasion. 

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