Italics are the song.
You yawned as France tried to woo you again. This time he was singing, but it was in French so you had no idea what he was singing. At least he wasn't surprise hugging you again.
His voice wasn't terrible, it was actually kinda nice. You closed your eyes and leaned back into the fluffy arm chair. His soft voice was lulling you to sleep.
No matter what I do,
I'm still hungry for you.
Your eyes shot open at those lines. Odd lines.
No matter what I do,
I'm still hungry for you.
When he repeated it, it was even creepier! What if France was a zombie and was hungry for your brain?
He resumed singing in French, but you couldn't take it anymore and jumped out of your seat, zooming to the door.
"Mon Cherie1! Where are you going?" He called.
"Zombies are real!" You shouted running outside.
France blinked. (Name) was a weird one for sure.
My fail attempt at humor.
1= I'm pretty sure this means my dear. Correct me if I'm wrong.
Next up is "Dead men tell no tales" with Spain. The rest will be longer. I'll try to upload another chapter today.