France's Day

AN: A quick fanfic detailing France from APH's typical day...come on, I know you wondered about it...*warning* yaoi and crack.

Chapter One: England

France started his day as always by taking a long bath, then brushing his flaxen hair and shaving. When he was finished with this morning ritual, he stood in front of his golden mirror, a rose clamped between his teeth and winking roguishly.

"Mon ami," he said, tossing his blond head at himself, "You are positively magnifique."

"England?"

"Present."

"China?"

"Here, aru!"

"France?"

...Silence.

America shuffled his meeting papers and adjusted his glasses, squinting through them at the council room.

"Uh, France? Are you here?"

Still silence. America sighed irritably.

"O-ookay, does anyone know then where-"

The front doors opened wide, and France sauntered in.

"Bonjour, my friends," he purred, making his way to the table.

"You were late," England proclaimed sternly.

France slipped behind him and squeezed the blond's firm buttocks as he passed, eliciting a sharp, indignant shriek. England could catch the faint smell of rose cologne, and it made his nose wrinkle in disgust.

"Fashionably late," France corrected.

"Sit down, please," said America tiredly, "And leave Iggy alone."

France grinned and complied. He winked at England in a flirty manner that clearly stated his intentions, and mouthed the words, "later, mon cheri."

England glowered and nearly choked on his morning tea, then kicked France under the table as America droned on about world affairs.

He mouth something right back, something involving a certain derreire and various sharp objects.

France just smiled and leaned back lazily in his chair.

It was turning out to be a good day.

AN: Honhonhonhon, good so far? England isn't the only thing France has on his mind...:D Unfortunately, he should've just stuck to molesting England, because he just made a big mistake...XD

England: I. Hate. You.

France: Honhonhon, I'm getting to you in just a minute...

America: Shove off, gay weirdo.

France: *bats eyelashes* Ameriiiicaaaaa-cheri, did you know that I am very uke?