Author's Note: I must say I am very proud of myself for coming up with this. *bows* please enjoy!
"Ow get off of me America!"
"Be a horsey, be a horsey!"
"No I will not be your horsey."
The door opens as the older nation is trying to remove his colony from his back, but America has too firm a grip around his neck. Neither has noticed that the door has opened nor that France is walking in with little Canada in his arms.
"England we're-" France pauses as he takes in the scene of England being harassed by a country much smaller and younger than him. "What are you doing?"
England pauses, but America persists loudly, demanding that England get on his knees and be his horse.
"Oh, France, why are you back so early?"
"England."
"What?"
"One day that kid is going to be your seme."
England drops his jaw at the lewd term France has just used; one that France had to get Japan very drunk to learn. America pauses and then laughs loudly and proceeds to hit England on the head.
"I'm seme, I'm seme, I'm seme!"
England goes red and tries to hush America up but gives up on the fruitless endeavor and turns to scold France for teaching the brat such a naughty term, but France has already left the room.
In the kitchen France sets the bag of cheese and bread he has been holding on the counter when he feels little Canada tug at his shirt.
"France."
"Oui, mon petit chou?"
"What does seme mean?"
France smirks and then bends his head down to kiss Canada a sweet kiss on the top of his head. "I'll tell you when you're older mon cher."
"O-Okay," Canada says, blushing from the kiss France has given him.
A/N: France is so bad! But I love it! Anywho please review!