A certain Frenchman snuck down the streets of his capital city in what he imagined to be a sneaky manner. A dark shadow detached itself from the wall not too far behind and began to follow the blond.
As I'm sure you already know, we are following France. The shadow is one, United Kingdom of Great Britain and North Ireland.
England had begun to be concerned when his frenemy hadn't been paying attention in meetings or attempting to grope England, but being the tsundere that he is, he decided to stalk France instead of asking him right out. Thus, this after-dark sneaking around in Paris.
Light bounced from the streetlamps onto long blond hair as Francis ducked through a doorway. England followed cautiously, worried about what he might find. What he saw surprised him more than he expected. France was flirting with a kitchen appliance. Not just any appliances mind you, a blender. England stared for only a moment before marching up to the Frenchman and slapping him across the face.
"You ignore me for a blender of all things, you bloody wanker? We're through!" With that the Brit left in a huff. France looked shocked for a moment before turning back to the blender.
"I don't need him anymore, he never makes me juice. You'll never leave me right blender dearest?"