Summary: France is usually himself, but right now he's not... so he's got to do something different. Maybe something nice?!? No... maybe something even worse than usual. Cause he's got to make a statement. FrancexEveryone
Maybe it was the crude drawings of the two nations that made Finland laugh.
"THE GIT! FRANCE! WHERE ARE YOU," England's voice could be heard from outside of the meeting room. The frenchman was nowhere to be found. The other nation slammed the doors open to no avail, and stomped off. And everyone twiddled their thumbs like it was nothing, while America ranted on about something that didn't particularly interest Finland... it had to do with vampires. He was beginning to wonder if anyone actually arrived on time. The room held him, the much larger Sweden to his left, and a few other shaken countries that had barely stepped out of the way of England as he tore past. Finland still wanted to giggle, but the urge to yawn possessed him. Only France would draw pictures of England and "another country" doing something rather sexual. To bad he finished his yawn, and sadly realized something hiding under the table. Shivering. Finland reached out his hand, but got a rather strange feeling that it wasn't someones head and pulled his hand back. "Oui?" The whispered response he got back told him that the person under the table had to be said 'frenchman' hiding from England.
Sadly, France was a pitiful blob of hangover, and had forgotten why exactly he was angry at England and had thought it a good idea to draw pictures of him and England "getting it on". He had however managed to hide under the meeting table with had a fine cloth over it which covered all but a small part of his rear which didn't fit. He hiccuped and suddenly swore he felt someone hand on said "rear". 'Please not be England... Please not be England,' he thought quietly, but out of his drunk stupidity, and his inability to let the butt grope go unquestioned he responded. "Oui," the blonde asked, as he turned around, he got a rather red in the face Finland. He wanted to cry... this was the best day ever. First he avoided getting beaten by England, and then of all people to be found by he was groped on the butt by an unsuspecting Finland. Maybe tears really were forming in his eyes.
Finland was turning beet red as the older man shifted beneath the table. Maybe another nation would see this, but then again Su-san was across the room discussing something... which only left the smaller Finland hoping that someone would come and save him. "What do you want," the blonde hiccuped sadly. He reeked of booze, but Finland noticed he was on the verge of tears... 'Does France fear England that badly,' he thought. "S'il vous! Don't tell anyone I'm here," he shouted. Francis had probably noticed how Finland had started to scan the crowd for Sweden, and was already clutching onto the smaller boy. Finland realized right then that his head had begun to spin.