"Oh for god sakes man, can you please be realistic for a moment?"
The country next to England sighed. "Bro, I am being realistic, I see it in the movies all the time!"
England groaned. "For the last time America, Pacific Rim was a fictional movie!" It didn't take long before both of them were yelling at each other over the nonsense of giant human controlled robots.
"Will you both shut up?"
Both countries immediately ceased their bickering when the sharp toned words struck them. "Some of us have a meeting to attend to, whether you would like to be apart of that or not, is your choice." Icy blue eyes locked onto the pair, shoving them back into their seats in silence.
England's neck burned with embarrassment. "Apologies Germany…"
America only rolled his eyes and slumped into his seat.
Germany nodded tugging at his already perfectly straight jacket. "Well then, shall we get back to the meeting. I believe it is Japan's turn to address the issue.
England turned his attention down to the mahogany table and began to trace the knots in the wood with his pen cap. This issue didn't concern him. Shifting his gaze to the side he caught site of America on his phone under the table. Looking up he noticed France winking, making gestures at the maids on the other side of the room. Even China and Russia were staring off into the distance obviously lost in thought. England chuckled to himself. Maybe this was why the never got anything done.
Within the next hour the meeting was put to a close and the countries left the room in a hurry. England watched America leave without so much as goodbye to his former colony. He raised an eyebrow. They were merely coworkers now. He shoved his papers into his briefcase and shrugged his blazer on his shoulders. He was the only one in the board room. Holding his chin up, he made his way out the door and into the long blue and white hallway. Roses adorned every table along with sweet smelling candles and other flowers. He rolled his eyes. France was such a girl.
A very loud, very French laugh echoed down the hallway towards England. Stopping he turned around half expecting to meet the Frenchman's smirk but instead he found him down an opposite hall. He was talking to someone. A small pinch of jealously appeared in England's stomach. It was America, laughing and smiling brightly as France patted his shoulder and laughed with him.
"Angleterre?"
He snapped out of his daze, both were turned and looking at him. France with his hands on his hips and America clutching a...polar bear? He groaned. Bullocks… It wasn't America it was Canada. He cleared his throat and slowly walked towards them. "Hello Frog." The greeting slid off his tongue like it always did when directed at the Frenchman. Sharp and fluid.
France laughed. "Bonjour cher."
England narrowed his eyes. "Not your dear."
A small chuckle. "I would have thought you were the way you were staring at me from over there." An angry blush lightly covered the English man's neck.
Canada couched a bit, making his presence known. "Hello England."
His gaze snapped over to the other man, whom he had nearly forgotten was there. He nodded and forced a smile. "Evening Canada."
How in the hell was America so closely related to this...this kind gentle man?
"Need help finding your room, are those eyebrows of yours getting in your way?" He turned his attention back to the Frenchman to find him smirking, one had on his hip. "I'm always available to help you find your bedroom." He purred.
His neck burned more this time. Damn the frog and his flirting. "Sorry to disappoint you but I am perfectly capable of finding my bedroom myself, thank you." He spat. He quickly nodded at the Canadian, turned on his heel and quickly retreated in the direction of his room leaving both confused at his harsh tone.
"Blast it all." He entered another hall that just, yet again, ended up being a horseshoe to the same place he started. He groaned clutching his case tightly. "Bloody frog and his bloody confusing house- ah!" A quite unmanly scream escaped his lips as he turned around to find the frog standing in front of him, arms crossed over his chest, smile as wide as a cats.
"Bonjour." He purred.
England glared at him from his spot on the floor. "Don't scare me like that you git."
France chuckled and held a hand out for him. "Desole mon ami. I did not mean to frighten you."
With a strong tug, England was on his feet again, dusting himself off. "Well then, I'll be on my way then." He mumbled trying to push past the pastel pink shirt in front of him.
France chuckled. "Your room is the opposite way, England…"
The English man froze in his spot. Damn it all. "I know that." He growled, clutching his pride like a kite in the wind, he turned and began walking in the opposite direction.
When the rosey sent did not leave him, along with the muffled footsteps behind him, he turned around sharply to find France casually following him. They locked eyes, France's sparkling with mischievous delight, England's….pissed off.
"You're following me." It was more of a statement than a question.
"Oui."
"Why?"
France shrugged. "I want to make sure you did not get lost again, we all need our sleep, Angleterre."
England was surprised at the amount of sincerity in his voice. He rolled his eyes. "Very well then."
They continued on in silence until France pointed out his room at the end of a hallway. France casually leaned on the door next to Englands that was decorated in DO NOT ENTER signs and American flags. England sighed as he worked the key in the lock and finally frustrated he threw his hands to his sides. "God damnit!"
France merely rolled his eyes and snatched the key from England's fingers, swiftly unlocking the door. "One must know how to treat the lock itself when unlocking." He sang tossing the key to England with a wink and walking inside the room.
England, completely done at this point, followed him inside and collapsed face down on the big bed. sighing as the sea of sheets engulfed him. He heard the sink turn on behind him and footsteps approach him before something wet and icy drape over his neck. Though it felt wonderful and relaxing, he rolled over quickly half expecting to find the Frenchman with his shirt off ready to pounce. "What the bloody hell do you think you're-?"
France looked down at him quizzically from his standing position next to the bed, holding a cold washcloth in his hands. "You seemed stressed. I thought this might help." He stated calmly.
At a loss for words in his embarrassment for making such rash conclusions he simply nodded and turned over to resume his previous position. Anger bubbled at the sound of a small laugh as the wash cloth was placed back on his neck. The bed shifted, he knew France was sitting on the end of it. "Well, sleep well England."
He ignored the hand that was on the small of his back. Not because it felt good of course, but because he didn't want to start a fight right now. The bed shifted again and France was gone. He didn't even hear the door click shut.
He was asleep before that.
He glanced at the Eiffel Tower, unpressed and sighed and the man next to him snapped another picture.
"Okay! Get another of me, but this time I want to look like I'm holding it!"
England groaned. "America, this is the last one!"
He waved his hand. "Aw come on you old fart!" England clenched his fists. "Have some fun will ya?"
The older man sighed. "Fine. Give me the damn camera." He huffed snapping a few pictures of America, posing to hold the Eiffel Tower. I'm sure he could lift the damn thing.
"Ah! Bonjour!"
England groaned while America smiled brightly. "Hey Francy-pants!"
England turned around to greet the Frenchman only to find a woman standing in front of him. His frown immediately fell into a confused expression. The woman smiled at England sweetly. France,who was standing next to her placed his hand gently on her shoulder. Within a few seconds England recognized her as France's right hand woman, and his capital.
Paris.
Her red lips stretched in an unbelievably attractive smile. "Bonjour gentlemen." It rolled off her tongue like a spell, cast on both America and England, holding them in their spot speechless. Well she was the city of love..
America was the first to speak, or maybe just throw up the first sentence that came to his mind which turned out to be, "Shit your pretty…"
England burned in embarrassment, immediately ramming his elbow into America's ribs. "Where are your damn manners?" He hissed.
Paris chuckled. "It is fine. It's a pleasure to see you again Arthur." She purred with a wink.
He smiled and nodded. "The feeling is mutual. It's wonderful to finally see you again after all these years…" He trailed off struggling to remember her human name. They were in public after all.
She smiled gently. "Chloe."
"Ah yes, my apologies Chloe." England said smiling softly.
France cleared his throat, shifting the attention towards him. "Well mon amies, I believe you were allowed to leave yesterday? Why are you both still here? Not that I mind of course…" A wink was shot in the direction of England.
America quickly answered before England could fire off a round of insults. "We wanted to check out some of the tourists spots."
England frowned. "You, wanted to check them out." He corrected.
America rolled his eyes. "Whatever old man."
France laughed. "Have you gone inside it?"
England groaned while America's eyes widened causing Paris to giggle. "We can go in it!?"
France nodded. "Oui, you can."
"Please please can we England!?" America practically shouted.
England glared at the sound of his country name. "Yes we can, Alfred." He hissed his name hoping he made a point.
America's eyes widened and he blushed lightly. "Oh, yeah sorry."
It was windy.
Too bloody windy.
England clutched the center tower on the platform and held his breath. Hopefully America would have his fun and want to be down soon.
"Arthur?"
England snapped his eyes over. France was staring at him concerned. "What do you want?"
France slowly approached him, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you alright Arthur?"
England nodded fervently crossing his arms over his chest. "Yes, yes I'm fine." France raised an eyebrow shooting the Englishman a smirk. "Piss off you frog I said I'm fine!"
France rolled his eyes and gently took the angry man's hand. "Come on."
England resisted a little before letting himself be allowed over towards the edge. "Ah Francis, I don't think this is such a good idea." France simply shook his head. "You see I'm simply not very good with heights!" He practically screamed the last word was he was forcefully shoved towards the metal ledge.
"Come now Angleterre, don't cause a scene." He purred in his ear.
England ignored the fact that his real name had been said once again, though he was focusing on the tears threatening to slip from his now squinted shut eyes. "No, no. Please, Francis let me go back."
"Arthur."
"Francis!"
Arthur yelped a bit as arms were linked around his torso. "Just open your eyes." The plea was close to his ear and the breath tickled his neck. Slowly one eye was opened. The view bust out before him, in a explosion of colors and noise. Both eyes now fell open as the vision before him took his breath away. France's chuckle behind him went unnoticed, for the sight before him held him captive and in awe. One of France's arms twitched causing England to remember his arms were tightly wound around him. Embarrassment heated his ears and neck. He whirled around, eyes widening when he practically came nose to nose with France. Even France had a look of surprise on his face. Their eyes locked for a moment in which later that night England would deny he got lost in the blue orbs that held his own green ones. Again he was staring at a vision like he was before yet this time, it seemed to tug at his heart more, making him want to dive into the blue ocean before him and take what he wanted.
"So, are you guys gonna kiss or what?"
Both their gazes broke, shifting to the side to find Paris and America smirking towards them. England immediately jumped out of France's arms, causing the other man to let out a small whine of annoyance.
Dusting off his jacket England began marching towards the elevator. "Lets be on our way then shall we?" America followed suit leaving Paris and France trailing behind.
A small blush tinted France's cheeks. Paris smirked up at him. "En appréciant les vues?"
He laughed. "Seules les meilleures vues ma cheri."
Translations:
En appréciant les vues? - Enjoying the views?
Seules les meilleures vuesi. - Only the [beautiful] ones my dear.