This story will have adult contents and such. This will be a romance story or France and Serbia. This is my first FanFiction, so it may have a few errors and such.
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It was all, but silent in his living room. A Frenchman sat in an old oak chair, bored out of his mind. He really had nothing to do. Maybe he should go to the market and buy some yaoi magazines or just hang out there. The oak chair screeched when it was pushed back when the Frenchman stood up. There was an echo of her foot steps when he took a step. He opened his door quickly, and walked out of his own house. He quickly locked it, and turned to the world. It wasn't like what it used to be such a long time ago. There were thugs and so many bad people, and so little good people in the world now a days. France sighed, and started walking to the market.