France was planning his daily trip to England's house. He knew just how much the more severe country hated his little visits, but really, who could refuse the handsome, charming, and beautiful Frenchman?
He strolled up the walkway to England's door, fixed his long-flowing hair while peeking into his reflection in the glass, and finally ringed the doorbell.
DING DONG! The doorbell rang, and only to have started a domino-effect chain reaction. There was a shriek, a very loud bang, a loud ripping sound, England screaming, and a final splash!
The door flung open to reveal a very interesting sight.
England stood breathing heavily and red-faced, one hand on the door, and the other pinching a very upset-looking America's ear.
Peering further inside, we can find Canada sitting in the middle of a living room, covered in a strange, almost radioactive green substance.
"Ow! Stop it!"
Whined America.
England now, attempting to appear as normal as possible, pushed his hair from his green eyes with his free hand and glared at his unwanted and unwelcome visitor.
"What do you want France?"
America whimpered about his ear, while France appeared to be hurt by the rudeness of his host-
"Well then, I simply wanted to stop by to see my favorite neighbor."
England snorted and let go of America's ear, and put his hands on his hips.
"Oh, sure you are you bloody git. What do you want?"
Immediately, a cry came from little Canada, and America called out-
"England! Why is the green stuff glowing?"
Canada's cry grew louder as indeed, the mysterious green stuff began to illuminate.
"Bloody hell…"
England grumbled, scooped up the luminescent child, and began carrying him up the stairs.
Turning around to France, he said-
"I really can't believe I'm saying this- but France, I want you to watch America for me as I give Canada a bath."
France grinned.
"Of course! He'll be fine with me- Ole' Uncle France."
England scowled, but turned up the stairs and disappeared into the bathroom.
After they had gone, France looked down at the little country.
"How innocent and uncorrupted he looks."
France sighed happily, his evil plan forming.
"Hey America! Wanna know a secret?"
Instantly, the blonde kid perked up and scurried over.
France bent down and whispered into his ear.
America's eyes widened as France stood back up, smiling.
"Now, if you say that to England- he'll give you a cookie- I promise!"
The idea of receiving a cookie immediately set America in a good mood.
France sat down on one of the couches, and watched the now unknowingly-corrupted America poke at the neon-glowing stuff on the carpet.
Minutes later, he could hear England's tired footsteps clomp down the stairs.
"Okay, I've finally cleaned up Canada. France, you go home now, we have a very busy day today."
"Of course, of course!"
Said the Frenchman, bowing as he headed out the door.
"Au revoir!"
He called as he shut the front door behind him.
Grinning, he pressed his ear up against the door- straining to hear the conversation inside.
Sure enough, he heard the little voice say-
"Hey England! You're a #$*%!!!"
As the loud scream from England shook the whole house, France skipped lightly down the path, laughing until he could barely breathe.