Francis Bonnefoy prided him self on being able to charm any of the countries in to his bedroom. There was only one country that no matter how much he tried he couldn't charm his way into his heart.
France tried to ignore the country but during the world meeting he would always find his eyes going back to the blond haired blue eyed country.
'How can I make him mine?'Was the only thought that went threw france's mind the intire time.
'You just wait. I'll make you mine someday my dear Norway' A smirk crossed france's face frightening england who sat beside him.
"WHAT IN BLOODY 'ELL ARE YOU SMIRKING ABOUT FROG!"
"Nothing you stupid brit." Dispite the angry british man screaming in his ear with threats france couldn't stop watching the nordic country and thinking about ways to charm the mysterious country.
In the weeks that followed norway noticed many things, one france's normal cheerful loud voice had calmed and had become meloncoly, second is that everytime he would sit down he would sit on a red rose, hurting him self by the throns going into his butt, making him check before he sat down everytime he would come to a meeting, he made sure to keep every rose knowing exactly who gave them to him. France.
France got ready to leave a sigh escaping his lips as he looked past on the last few weeks, his plan had seemed to fail since norway hadn't been charmed by the most beautiful red roses france had at his disposl. Everyone had long since left leaving france to compliplate his thoughts. As he was stepping out the door he was pushed back causing him to fall to the floor a shadow casted over him. He looked up to see no other then norway towering over him.
"Whats with all the roses france." It was more a statement then a question as he grabbed hold of francis's shirt and forced him back to his feet. "Well?"
France's brain was frosen all he could think was,'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!'
norway looked at the shocked look on france's face and had to hold back a laugh.
"i-I don't know whagt your talking about!"
"Don't play dumb france," he let go of the other nation's shirt and pulled out the latest rose, "You keep leaving these roses now tell me why."
"How do you know they are mine?"France's shaky voice seemed to have calmed.
"Because you the only one who owns them france."
"YOU DID NOTICE!" THe happiness that had seemed to have faded away reappeared in that one second."Well i thought it was obivous why I left them." With that france kissed the other nation and left a smile spread across his face.
Norway stood there shock etched onto his face as he slowly touched his lips and smiled hopeing that wouldn't be the last encounter like that with the french man.
