I accidently got confused on this page
I meant to write America, instead of Germany. Sorry about the mix up.
That morning France awoke to a smell of what could only be described as burnt death. "Oh wait! It's just England's cooking." He sighed in relief, as he entered the kitchen, where sure enough England was making scones.
Creeping up behind him like the stalker he was, he leaned in close and whispered, "Good morning my little rabbit," his hot breath sending shivers down England's spine as he blew him a kiss. "Go to hell!" England shouted, immediately attempting to smack him with a burning frying pan. France quickly ducked and ran into the other room.
Instead of chasing him, England went back to finish his attempted cooking but it wasn't long before France reappeared.
"England which tooth brush is yours? The red one or the one that accidently fell into to toilet?"
"France, what the fuck did you do to my tooth brush?!"
"I don't know."
England turned off the burning stove and set a plate of poorly burnt scones on the table. France watched him with a sly grin. "Any way, there is going to be a world meeting today." He said, as he left the room.
After England finished his breakfast he headed to the bathroom, knocking on the door.
"Someone is in here."
"Hurry up France. I got to use the bath room too."
After four minutes of waiting he finally got impatient.
"Damn it France, what is taking you so long? You better not be reading my porn in there." He yelled, opening the door.
Standing in the shower stood France, however, England's attention was focused elsewhere.
"Is that a tattoo?"
"Quit staring at it!" France yelled, trying to cover up what appeared to be a tattoo of a rabbit holding a British flag.
"France, why do you have a British flag marked on to your body?"
"It's not what it looks like. I can explain!"
"Really, because it sure looks like It." he said sarcastically.
"Me and America were hammered drunk, and we thought it would be hilarious both got tattoos."
"So you thought it would be it would be hilarious to get a tattoo of a rabbit, which just so happens to be your nick name for me, holding a British flag, that also happens to be my country's flag."
"Well technically if you put it that way, it does seem rather ironic."
"Ironic? How can you say that? Your body is literally screaming British territory!"
"Well I didn't intend for it to."
Rather than insulting France for being an idiot, England just stared.
"Any ways it wasn't entirely my fault, because I was…England, are you even listening to me?"
England's face quickly turned red, realizing that he was actually paying more attention to the other regions of France rather than the tattoo.
"Huh? I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
"England what are you staring at?!"
"Nothing, I was just admiring your tattoo, that's all."
"You liar, you were looking at my body!"
"Shut up frog!" he yelled, quickly slamming the door and walking away.
"Hey England, do you want to join me in the shower?"
"I would rather die… No thank you."