A little drabble of a first fic. Written because we all know this stuff is foul.
I don't own the characters of the series, blah blah blah…
- Matthew layed across Francis' lap, both staring boredly at the television. They had been watching America's Funniest Home Videos, since Alfred wouldn't shut up about how it was "The Paris special, and they shouldn't miss it for the world!"
Of course, not five minutes into the thing, commercials invaded the screen. Health insurance, car insurance, life insurance… Nothing interesting at all, Francis noted. But he did notice that the boy sprawled on top of him made a disgusted face at one particular commercial…
"Kraft American Singles," the all too happy spokes-person announced, "Only one nation could create it!"
"Oui, and only one nation would eat it…" France stated, blatantly unimpressed.
He then had to control a giggling Canadian.