Bonjour, I am (the beautiful) France. My seductive voice and my sexy body will hypnotize anyone, ohohoho. Some people see me as a total slut, but I digress. I don't really care what the others think of me, just as long I have love with someone, I am perfectly happy.

The room was ark and there was a bad gloom about it. Britain was in one chair and I was in the one across from him. Everything was silent. I finally decided to speak so as to break the tension.

"So Britain… I have something important to say to you. I would like… for you to marry me." I was nervous because I didn't know what he was going to say or do. Britain just sat there, his face was a bright pink color and he had almost a horrified look.

"That's very funny France. I don't believe its April Fool's Day yet." I didn't say anything. "What's the matter ol' chap, you can't even afford a calendar anymore?" he let out a nervous laugh.

"You are wrong mon ami, and this is not so funny." Britain's laughing ceased and he had the same horrified look on his ace.

"Right, what the hell is wrong with you?" he asked. He seemed more nervous than me. I pushed a piece of paper and a pen towards him on the table in between us.

"Here, take this." I said.

"THAT'S A MARRIAGE REISTRATION FORM, YOU IDIOT!" Britain yelled. I knew he was angry to the point of no return but I wanted him to be mine, and I would do anything to do so. I put the pen in his hand and held it tightly.

"No it's not. Can't you see it is a calendar? It's for you. It is a calendar!"

"What's come over you?" Britain was becoming more scared than angry. "Unhand me you foppish twit,"

"Just sign it!" I said as I struggled to make Britain sign his name on the form, but he kept resisting.

"I will do no such thing." he barked.

"I said sign it!"

"No. Stop it!" I managed to get the first few letters of his name on the paper. I was so close. "No. I don't know what you're up to but I don't like it!" Britain was stronger than he looks, but I was still determined.

"Please do this for me Britain, I want you to be mine and mine alone. You are the only one who liked me just a little bit. I love you Britain and I want to be yours as much as I want you to be mine." Britain then finally pushed me off.

"That's still not a satisfactory reason to be wed. Have at you!" Britain looked down at the paper. "Here's what I think of your damn form!" he then started to scribble all over the paper.

"No, what are you doing?!" I yelled. My plan was ruined.

"Now you see, that's what happens when you try to force people to marry you. Frog!" Britain let out a victory laugh. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"You brute, dammit. Don't you even care about my feelings?" my heart was broken, but I had one more tactic up my pretty blue sleeve: Seductive begging.

I looked deeply into Britain's beautiful emerald green eyes. I gave him a soft but sad look. I stood very close to him, our lips almost touching. Britain was blushing a little bit as I ran my fingers down his chest.

"Come now Britain, you shouldn't try to fight it any longer." I said softly. "We both know that you want me to be yours." I gently pushed him back onto his chair and I sat on his lap. I started to grope his member through his pants.

"France, what the hell are you doing? Stop it!" Britain was wriggling in his chair as I tried to do my thing.

"Come on Britain, let me play with it." I said. I then kissed him to try and calm him down. Sadly, it didn't work. Before I even undid his belt, Britain stood up, pushing me on the floor and ran out the door. I was sad. Am I losing my touch? I thought for sure I would have him. I left and made my way to my room when I bumped into Russia.

"Oh, hello Russia. How are you?" I asked.

"Hello France. I couldn't help overhearing what just went on with you and Britain." I was frozen with embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm so sorry you had to hear all of that." I apologized.

"You don't need to apologize. I think I have something to make you feel better."

"Why, merci Russia, but you don't have-" I was cut off when Russia suddenly kissed me on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but it seemed to last longer. He also tasted like Vodka.

"Um…thank you Russia…I think."

"If you want more, you know where to find me." he winked at me and then walked off. I know Russia was creepy but that was very creepy.