Soul: Okay, so everyone who has watch Hetalia knows France. I mean, you can't miss him. So Leak and I were thinking. What would happen if France found a zit on his face….
Disclaimder: I DON'T OWN HETALIA
WARNING: SLIGHT YAOI *cough* boy x boy *cough* Franada :3
Human name used. If you don't know them, it won't take long to guess oto look one more line down.
France - Francis
Canada - Mathieu
America - Alfred
England - Arthur
China - Yao
Russia - Ivan
Beep! Beep! Beep! -Click-
Francis rolled out of bed, stretching. He headed into his bathroom to take a shower, wondering what Alfred and Arthur would argue about in today's meeting. Scrubbing himself with his favorite rose soap, he also wonder if Matthew would be there. Francis both sweated-dropped and laughed knowing he was one of the few people who noticed the invisible country.
Francis jumped out of the shower and pulled on his uniform. Then he began brushing his teeth. Looking in the mirror, Francis saw something he wish he hadn't
Spitting into the sink, Francis yelled, "QUOI!* (what) How the hell did that get there?"
On the end of Francis' nose was a small red dot. A zit.
That began a series for attempts to get ride of the offending blemish. First, Francis tried washing it. Fail. Then he scrubbed his nose with the rough side f a sponge. All that did was hurt his nose, turning it pink. Next, he got a out a kitchen knife and was about to cut the zit off, but changed his mind. Francis didn't want to damage his good looks by doing that.
"Aaaaaaaah! What did I don to deserve this?" Francis cried, throwing the steel wool he had been using on the ground.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Francis answered the house phone. He asked, "Hello?" while trying to remove the zit with Windex.
"Francis, where are you?" Mathieu asked. Francis started crying to Mathieu about the zit. On the other end of the line, Mathieu sweat-dropped.
"What is it, Mathieu?" Arthur asked. Mathieu explained about the zit. Arthur roared with laughter. Alfred looked around and snorted.
"Only the frog would worry about a single pimple." Arthur choked, wiping his eyes. Mathieu tried to defend the Frenchman but was unnoticed.
Francis could hear Arthur, which didn't make him feel any better. Mathieu finally convinced him to come to the meeting. Francis couldn't find any concealer to hind the zit, so he tried to ignore the blemish.
When he arrive at the meeting, Mathieu was waiting outside the door. He was holding a bear he always carried with him and a shopping bag.
"What is zat?" Francis asked. Mathieu held out the bag, smiling. Francis peeked inside it.
"Magnifique! I love you Mathieu!" Francis cried, kissing Mathieu… in the Francis' way of kissing. Mathieu gasped as Francis released him and pulled the lifesaving gift out of the bag. It was the concealer Francis couldn't find.
When Francis walked into the meeting room with Mathieu, Arthur was waiting to see his zit. The disappointed Brit saw nothing. Yao just shook his head, leaning against Ivan. Alfred pulled Arthur into his seat as Mathieu walked back in.
"Are we going to start the meeting, zit boy?" Alfred chuckled. Francis rolled his eyes as Arthur laughed again.
Soul: Hahahaha can't you just picture him trying to get ride of the zit... likey?