A little nuisance

[gwenchan]

 Fandom: Hetalia

Prompt: Drabble 200 parole
 

Accepting to work on the couch with the excuse he can use his laptop everywhere had been a terrible idea. Not even the time to get himself situated, Arthur's lap has been annoyingly seized by his husband' head.

"Do you mind?" he huffs, holding the laptop mid-air for emphasis and bumping his knee up in an attempt to dislodge the other. 

"It's cozy," Francis grins, stretching leisurely.

"And I need to work. This report won't write itself."

"I thought it was finished."

"I still need to editi it. So, move."

But Francis doesn't budge a single inch, a complete dead weight. "Five minutes," Arthur tries then to negotiate. Francis hums in approval, snuggling closer. Five minutes quickly turn into ten and then fifteen. 

This calls for desperate measure. What a fortune, then, his husband is extremely ticklish and he just left his throat exposed. 

Arthur can't help a chuckle as Francis squirms away and asks for pity till he has to surrender.

"You're cruel," he pouts, resigning to shift to the other side of the couch. Placing the laptop on his thighs, Arthur smiles triumphantly.

"Now don't say I didn't warn you."