I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. If I did it would probably make historical sense and no one would want that. XD
Francis was walking through the Library of Congress, the largest library in the world (though he preferred his national library). All the nations were on an hour break from another world meeting. Francis had chosen to wonder through the stacks of books instead of listen to America babble on about his nation's great capitol. As he passed each shelf his fingers glided across the spines of various books. Francis stopped briefly index finger poised daringly on one book. A sly smile grew on his lips. Now that was a spine he would like to tap. The Frenchman pulled the book from the shelf. His thin fingers flipped through the pages eagerly. Stopping on a particular page the aforementioned smile grew very wolfish.
Making his way into the conference room, the blond scanned for his target. Ah yes, his blue eyes locked onto the two horrendous black monstrosities. If it weren't for those two caterpillars Arthur called eyebrows his Angleterre would be near perfect. Sneaking up behind the spiky haired nation, France took a very Korea like pose before squeezing Arthur's chest. The island nation let out a not so manly squeak. Face turning scarlet Arthur turned his head angrily toward his assaulter. "What are you doing Frog?" The Frenchman let out a soft chuckle , the heat from his breath ghosting over the smaller nations ear. "Why mon lapin I am just searching for Grope Lane."
A/N: Dear God why didn't someone stop me? I doodled something similar to this at the DMV which brought about the idea for a brief fic. Gropecunt Lane is part of a red-light district in England. It is sometimes shortened to Grope Lane.
Translations
Angleterre – England
mon lapin – my bunny