A/N: I know I'm supposed to be working on that other thing and I am, but you know me… (Or do you?) don't worry, I'll get it up before Sunday if I don't have to clean too much. Okay, so my friend I call France was licking my red marker and this ensued. Oh yes. Enjoy~ dialogue only until the end because I'm cruel :D. And you people that know me, I'm Gil in this story! (no, he does not show up.)
Disclaimer: Hetalia doesn't belong to me. You should know that.
** At some random time in Iggy's house**
England had no idea how something like this had happened, it just did. The Frenchman had decided to come over for the day—to England's own displeasure of course—to cook for him and all that jazz, saying something about losing a bet (probably on purpose the Englishman muttered under his breath), and having to be someone's maid for a day, talking about how 'Big Brother France' helps everyone and more stuff in that category. He reluctantly agreed though, warning the Frenchie on what would happen if he wore his French maid outfit over here, but knew he probably would be ignored and sighed before hanging up the telephone.
The first few hours were normal. Well, as normal as spending time with France could ever be. The Frenchman was bending over quite lewdly to clean up while the owner of the house was reading some boring British book I'd rather not name at the moment. The Briton knew not to look up, everyone would know better than that, unless you didn't, then that was a bit of a problem. England had later asked for tea which Francis went to go make, but returned with something a little more interesting in his hands.
"Will you stop licking that you git?"
"Mmm… but it tastes good mon cheri."
"How could something like that taste good?"
"Ohohohohnhon~ because it's yours of course."
"S-shut up you frog!"
"You know you like it…"
"Like it? You know what I would like?"
"My body?"
"Hell no you idiot!"
"Then what is it Angleterre? You can tell Big Brother France. Is it my c-"
"NO!"
"Then tell me."
"You know what it is…"
"Do I? I won't what you're talking about unless you specify."
"I don't have to tell you because you already know what I want."
"Is it what I think it is mon cheri?"
"If it's something perverted then no."
"Aww… what is it then?"
"You were l-licking it a minute ago."
"I was?"
"Don't play stupid with me!"
"Not playing stupid…"
"Wipe that grin off your face and give me my bloody red marker back!"
"I'll give you it if I can give you something else as well…"
"If I ask, something bad is going to happen so I won't say anything more."
"Ohohohohohohonhonhon~ An-gle-terre~"
A/N: I lied, no words for you. Tell me if I got you because I probably got myself so many times…. But if I didn't I'll practice and get you next time :D
Anyway, promises for Movie Night, kays?
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