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“mMmmmm, Joao, stop doing that, it tickles.” Mumbled an increasingly tired Arthur to Joao, who in his romance nation fashion, was trying to get Arthur away from his work with an incessant amount of affection.
Usually, this did not work, but Arthur was not really in the mood to be productive right now, so he “reluctantly” let Portugal kiss him, he was enjoying it, and to be honest, he still was, but Port had not shaved and had a little bit of stubble. He usually liked this, a lot, but it was scratchy.
Arthur could feel Joao smiling as he went for the lips, Arthur was not ready for this but he tried, and failed spectacularly, twice bumping his head against Joaos and once accidentally bit his nose, Arthur was wearing his glasses right now and that did not help his cause much either. However, Joao noticed the more prominent than usual eyebags and came up with a plan to get this man to sleep.
England straightened himself properly and gingerly got off the sofa he was sitting on and stood next to Joao who prodded him for a second, his motivation for doing that was apparently “I wanted to make sure you weren’t asleep.” when asked.
Anyhow, now that Arthur was more lucid...sort of, they could actually try and successfully kiss each other. The first was a small peck on the lips by Arthur who reached up on his toes to be the same height as Joao which was quite short, the next was instigated by Joao, this one slower and more loving, though neither were passion-filled, Arthur was too tired for that.
FInally, Joao convinced Arthur to go to bed with him, by using the promise, “ We will practise.” but it didn’t get that far, as Arthur was asleep almost as soon as he hit the mattress, the exhaustion of somebody who had clearly not slept in a few days, almost immediately curling up and grabbing Joao and not letting him go anywhere