MCD: Just a little day-after-Valentine's-day oneshot~ Happy single's awareness day/ Satanist day sponsored by Hallmark~!

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Kagome blinked. She winced as morning light stabbed at her unadjusted blue eyes.

Ugh… what day was it? And why was it morning, when all she could remember was some of last night? And why was her head pounding as if Myoga had drunk her blood like a keg full of beer?

Blinking more, she sat up, the crisp white blanket she was sleeping with pooling around her bare waist.

Wait a minute… she was naked!?

Gasping, Kagome grabbed the sheets and pulled them up over her breasts, trying to retain some modesty. Why the hell was she sleeping naked? Last time she checked, she was not in the least bit Italian…!

Kagome gave a small groan as a wave of pain washed through her head from moving too quickly. That was incredibly odd. She was no longer in the feudal era, so why would she be getting this feeling? Carefully racking her brain, she tried to think of last night's events, but blurred images and pictures were the only things that popped up. That and… rather embarrassing sounds…

Valentine's Day, her mind informed her. Yes, that's right- last night was the Valentine's Day party, hosted by France…he'd even bought some special wine of some sort…Kagome sighed, as that was all she could think of at the moment. Leaning back a little, she placed her hands on either side of her—

"…?" she blinked as her right hand landed on something firm rather than the soft cushion of the mattress. "…!" her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.

"G-germany!?" she whispered incredulously, only just now realizing the handsome blonde man was fast asleep next to her.

Snapping out of her shock at his small snore, she retracted her hand from him as if he had the plague. She scanned his form and her mouth dropped open even wider, her face flushing multiple shades of red, as she notice that he, too, was stripped bare.

Now that she put the pieces together, most of her lower body ached, she was sleeping in an unfamiliar room that, no doubt, belonged the that perverted Frenchman, and both her and the German's clothes were strewn about the room, as if…

Eyes flaming red, she grabbed a half-finished glass of red wine on the nightstand next to her and sniffed it. She recoiled almost immediately. Aphrodisiacs.

Getting up quietly, so as not to wake the sexy sleeping German, Kagome slipped on her undergarments and a bath robe, storming out of the room with a deadly intent.

"FRAAANNCCCIIISSS…..!"

Wincing, France sighed from his spot in his own bed as the scream rang out through his mansion. Glancing one last time at the snoring American and Englishman in his bed alongside of him, he grinned perversely and contentedly, then scooted out of the large bed.

Although his joke hadn't gone exactly as planned, in which Kagome ended up in the same bad as him and Arthur, this was just as good, if not better~

Now, it would be so much better if he found a way to survive this…