The great thing about living alone was that if you wanted to make breakfast in your underwear/ pyjamas you could and no one would ever know. This is what was running through England's mind. He was wearing his Union Jack boxers and a t-shirt that had a large postcard sized English flag on his chest, then smaller flags of all of his ex colonies on the rest of the shirt. His blonde hair looked even more scruffy than usual due to it being in its bed head state. His thick eyebrows where furrowed over his emerald eyes as he concentrated on the difficult task at hand, cooking breakfast.
In a frying pan on the gas stove held what looked like black sausages. They weren't burnt, not yet anyway, they where something called Black pudding, England's equivalent to haggis, but in his opinion better. He was listening to the radio as he cooked singing to his favourite songs.
Unbeknownst to England, a blonde long haired man with heart stopping blue eyes was watching him from the shadows of a tall house plant. His name was France, and he was always sneaking into England's house without the latter knowing. Today was no exception, and it looked like he was being rewarded for his efforts as he watched England sing to Adele. France videoed the sight on his phone, at first for blackmail, but now he was considering keeping the video all to himself, his Angleterre just looked to adorable like this.
France had forgotten how well England, and now that he thought about it all of the U.K brothers, could sing when they where sober. However it was rare to hear them singing when sober. But France had heard them all sing. England and both Ireland's where probably the best out of them all, Wales sounded nice and even Scotland's rough accented voice was pleasant to hear. England could drop his many different accents when singing which made his songs even better.
The song on the radio finished and a song by Jedward started playing. England laughed and muttered to himself that Ireland should be grateful to him for giving them the chance on his television program. He then started singing to the song. After that song finished, France was surprised to hear a francophone song come on. England sighed as if disappointed in the radio stations choice. This however didn't deter him from his singing, instead he started singing in French as he let the charred black pudding join the fried egg and black patched hash browns on a plate. His French was fluent, but England winced as he stumbled over some of the words in the lyrics. In all fairness they where modern French slang words, so it was hardly a problem that he had messed them up. His French was still surprisingly good.
England took his plate and left the kitchen, causing France to quickly duck behind the large potted plant he was using to hide behind. He spread HP sauce over his egg and slowly began to eat frowning slightly. France wondered why England was having the change in attitude.
"Thanks I'm glad you liked my singing. I messed up on the French on that last song though." England said
France almost jumped out of his skin thinking that maybe he had been spotted. He then realized England would have been angry and probably try to punch him if he knew he was here. He peered round to try and see who he was talking to and was surprised to see that England was talking to the thin air, or something invisible.
"My French isn't as good as I thought it was. Hmmm this is a problem, how will I be able to know when that stupid Frog is trying to con me or make me the subject of one of his jokes if I don't understand him?"
There was silence as England sipped from a mug of tea (Tea sets where used at formal gatherings and for guests) and looked at the area in front of him.
"Go to Frances house and practice? (He laughed) Yes, I suppose that's best, but you don't think I'll just walk around his house speaking French do you? I have my pride, and if that idiot sees me it'll be awkward." England replied before eating another bit of hash brown.
"Alice? Yes I haven't done that in a while. That is a great idea! And if that frog flirts with me I can use her to destroy his reputation of being the country of love by having him rejected! All this and improving my French. Today's going to be fun after all." He laughed wickedly
France frowned. Angelterre wasn't being cute anymore. Who was this Alice girl that he was sure France was going to flirt with? He was confused. No longer was he here to perversely spy on England, he was now spying to save his reputation. England took another sip of his tea, looking cheerful and thoughtful.
"The green dress or the red? Are they both in fashion still? If I want blend in at Frances house the dresses have to be fashionable. " England asked and smiled when he got the reply.
France held his breath. How did any of that make sense? England was going to wear a dress? France wasn't going to complain if he did, he would have to take a picture of it though. Still how would a male nation wearing a dress help him blend into the crowd at Frances house?
England abruptly stood up with an empty plate and mug in hand. He took them to the kitchen and dumped them into the sink, one plate and one mug wasn't worth the water it took to fill the sink so he wasn't going to wash them until later when he had had more tea. He left the kitchen and rummaged in a draw in a desk in the living room. He finally found what he was looking for, a wand made with a black wood and a golden star on top.
"It's just my beginners wand, no point bringing my staff into this otherwise my brothers would be alerted to what I am up to when they sense the strong magic from my staff. No the wand can handle this spell and its magic is harder for my brothers to trace." England explained to the invisible creature and unintentionally to France.
France watched with interest as England waved the wand over himself chanting in Gaelic and Latin. With a flash of light a completely new person stood before him, a slender women with an athletic build and blonde hair that fell to her waist. She turned round and France felt his heart skip a beat. She had thick eyebrows and the same emerald eyes as England. No she was England! She was holding up the boxers in one hand to keep them from falling and the shirt looked far too big on her, as a female England was smaller than he was in male form. Now he was a head shorter than France instead of the same height.
"Bonjour, mon nom est Alice. Je suis mignon, suis je pas?" England laughed while winking to an imaginary person. France liked to think that he, erm she, was winking at a pretend version of him.
"Oui, you are very cute Angelterre. " France muttered to himself.
France sighed dreamily as England ran up the stairs to get changed with his new feminine blonde hair fluttering behind him. France smiled to himself, he was going to have a wonderful day as well, with his Angleterre coming to visit him in such a sweet form. He got up to sneak back out of the window so that he could await England in his own home. It didn't matter how England traveled there, he may have turned himself into a women, but he was still a nation. France would be able to sense his presence now that he knew that he was coming into his home. Hon hon hon France could hardly wait.