Language Barriers

by The Little Leprechaun

France and England go out for dinner. However, things don't go exactly to plan! (Ok, I now know I've made a translation error, actually my friend did he told me, and I apologise to any French people for that. Edit: If I get another comment about my language error that wasn't my fault I will take the story down.)

(A/N: A short one today, but I needed a more cheerful story! This is the only thing I learnt from doing French at school! Enjoy!)

France and England made their way up the path towards the restaurant. "I have to say Anglettere, it's been a while since we went out for dinner." France said with a small smile on his face as he flicked the Englishman with his hair. "Yeah, just don't get used it Frog!" England spat, though he didn't mean it. They went inside and got seated. "A couple of menu's please?" England asked the waiter. He nodded and walked away, before coming back with the menus. Without looking at each other, they looked over the pages. "So what do you want, Salad?" England asked. France looked up at him, looking at him. Misinterpreting Salad for the French word for Bastard, it slowly dawned on him what he thought England had said. He put down the menu and stood up. "France?" England asked, looking up. France raised his hand back and slapped England hard across the face, throwing his head sideways. "That's the last time I take you up on offer about going to dinner! Like want awful British food anyway!" He spat before turning on his heal and walking to the door. England sat there for a minute while it sunk in. "Wait…Wait! France, get back here! What did I do? FRANCE!" He stood up and ran after the Frenchman.