Author Note: so, this is my first published fic. I don't know if it's going anywhere, but send me your ideas and I'll probably use them. I appreciate constructive criticism ( If you just want to be rude, don't read) and I live for praise. This is yaoi, so if you don't like it, don't read it. I might narrate the chapters from different points of view, but this is from France's. A bit of Fr/UK, but not that much. For now. Sorry the chapter's short, but I'll try for longer ones. If anyone wants to beta this fic, or co-author it with me, I would like that, but I get the final say for things. Love ya!
As my usual magnifique self walked into the room, I checked seating. Sadly, nothing had changed. Austria and Hungary held hands, China and Japan just sat next to each other ( despite my telling them they had something ), Russia sat by himself, everyone else being too afraid to be next to him, America sat with his brother Canada ( of course I could see him; Canada and I were very good friends. Sadly, he likes women. Not that I haven't tried to change that. ) Spain had sat next to Romano, Italy's swearing brother (those two really had to get it on sometime), which left only England for me to sit next to. Parfait. "Get away from me, bloody frog!" Ah, tradition. "Why, Cher, do you not enjoy my company?" I purred back, as I always did. England glared at me, as he always did. I sent him a smile, and he blushed. Hm. Now, this was new. I scooted a bit closer, and leaned in. Turning redder, England moved away. "Get the bloody hell away from me!" I laughed, and focused my attention to Germany and Italy, who were just walking in. That was always fun. The two of them were so obviously meant for each other, but never could realize it, Germany because he considered Italy a Dummkopf, which I took to mean idiot, and Italy was too scared to try anything. So, that made it my job to play matchmaker. Germany and Italy were going to get together, whether they wanted to or not.
