My eyes opened...Hm had I fallen asleep in the meeting? Wouldn't be the first time, but...Strange there was most definitely a blanket wrapped around me and a mattress under me. Did I pass out? Was I sick or something that I didn't even realize, bullocks! I would never hear the end of this if I wasn't up and present before the bloody meeting ended.

I rolled over going to push up from the bed when my hand froze...Bare skin...What the Christ was bare skin doing in my bed when I was supposed to be working! I opened my eyes fully craning to try and see who was in my bed. The blanket was pulled away to reveal a whole bare back, soft white skin with a cascade of blond tresses falling against the bed sheets.

What the holy hell had I been drinking! My last memory was of a meeting room and now I was in bed with a woman! A woman for Christ's sake! What would poses me to sleep with a random woman! I didn't even like women! I tried to remember meeting this woman, but nothing came to mind. She shifted over fully exposing her fully naked top. My heart jumped into my throat beating faster than it ever had. I grabbed a pillow from beneath me dropping it over her chest and attempting to suck in a breath. Pull it together Arthur! Just think you idiot, theres no way I could remember nothing! I had never blacked out drinking, this must have been a hell of a night...

"You look lost." I jumped again clutching the sheets over my mostly nude form, I reluctantly looked up. She was propped up on the headboard, she pushed back strands of her hair away from violet blue eyes, which were rimmed in black eyeliner, strangely still well intact make-up for the fact that we had clearly met while heavily drinking...My lack of massive hangover also seemed out of place for this whole scene... "Whats on your mind England?" Her delicate accent rolled off her tongue elegantly with its familiarity that made my heart melt, France...France! Anger coursed through me, shes French! Bloody freaking hell France! What kind of tripe had he dragged me through last night that left me with a random girl from his country. Her face fell as I didn't respond to her. "Are you okay?" I jumped up barreling from the room, damn it what is wrong with me!

I tripped down the stairs slamming into the front door, I stopped holding onto the handle and breathing in deeply as I tried to slow my heart rate.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" The woman screeched , her tone so like that of her country. I slide down against the door rolling my neck, my eyes scanning the room...A mirror image stared back at me, catching my eye immediately...My heart raced harder, my breath coming in short spikes burning my lunges. On the floor in front of the door reflected wasn't an image of me, instead a long blond haired woman blinked back at me...Whats going on! What the bloody hell is happening to me...

"Oh ma chérie, are you okay?" Concerned blue eyes stared down at me, I could feel her hand holding onto my shoulders. What is wrong with you psycho! I asked myself closing my eyes and opening them again, no she was still there. I ran my fingers through bone straight strands that curtained my face and shoulders. This...Sure people said I was crazy and saw things that others didn't, but this was worst! Great I'm losing my mind! "I brought your glasses, I figured you probably would like to see next time you gallivant off through the house like an imbecile." She said candidly waving a hand in front of her as she spoke. "Of course you can't tell how stupid you look maybe that helps." She tightened her silky blue robes around her still naked body. "I don't know why I come back if your gonna yell like a lunatic after making love to me, I promise you babe there are plenty of other people I could have..!"

"Shut up!" I snapped pressing the unfamiliar frames to my face, surprisingly the room came into focus. "I'm...I'm not wearing any pants?" A sincere smile spread across her full lips, she knelt down on the ground next to me.

"Of course not mon amour, your a complete lunatic, I'm not dressed either since I chased after you." She said pointedly pulling my tee shirt down over my bare legs. "Please England, come now we've got to get you a little more decant, not that I protest..." She said with a coy smile flipping her hair over her slender shoulder. My checks burned deep red and hot behind my hair, she curled her fingers around my hands pressing her lips softly to my knuckles. Each movement reeked of intimacy that I couldn't possibly have with this beautiful woman...Beautiful...I had never thought of a woman as beautiful, at least not in the way I normally would...Well not a woman. What are you? Her face feel. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She ran her hand through my hair resting a hand on my neck. "England." She purred stroking her fingers up my thigh. I bloody hell, I jumped back out of her grasp.

"Just who do you think you are!" I shouted tugging at my shirt desperately, she threw up her hands exasperatedly.

"Who am I!" She fumed stomping towards the stairs. "Of course a mighty nation such as the godly United Kingdom could never be bothered with remembering others!" She yelled screwing up her porcelain skin. "Well for your information oh holy one, République française thinks your a freak and doesn't know what the hell is wrong with you today!" She slammed her fist against the banister bitterly and stalked up the stairs. République française ...French Republic? That didn't make any sense, I mean not that it was far off, she did have many similarities to him. I looked back at the mirror, big green eyes blinked back at me from behind black frames, long blond hair in a cape around my body...The intimacy, the reactions...

"France!" I yelled after her running back up the stairs to my bedroom.

"What! Come to freak out at me! Sacré bleu ..." She muttered now dressed in undergarments, I turned away before continuing to talk with her.

"No I wanted to talk to you, your never going to believe me if I tell you whats wrong." I said sinking to the bed and staring determinedly down at my feet. For a few moments she didn't appear to listen to me, I could hear her moving around the room quietly. After what felt like forever, I felt the bed pull down as she came to rest beside me. I looked over at her, thankfully she was now in a formfitting lavender dress.

"Fine, you may explain now." She said twirling her fingers between strands of hair quickly, shes nervous, I had seen this motion millions of times from her male counterpart. I took in a deep breath looking over at the woman by my side.

"So when I woke up today..."

What do you think? I was nervous about posting this one as I have never been very good at writing anything that isn't to serious!