BDN: hi peoples of the fanfic world! How's life? Well for me I'm just tired and bored out of my mind! So I decided to catch up on my fan fiction.
Britain: so, instead of getting to work on your chapter story you decide to make a bunch of new ones? Bloody hell Chiba, you said you were going to be committed!
BDN: _ I'm sorry Britain, but I cant think how to make it any farther, I can imagine it but when I try to type its like trying to keep America away from hamburgers. It's hard!
France: Britain, don't hurt her feelings, she's already has a bad taste in fashion, isn't that enough?
BDN: WHAT'S WRONG WITH MY FASHION SENSE?
France: *insert creepy French laugh* please Miss Chiba, you walk around in public with a simple T-shirt and jeans when you can do so much more. And let me not start with your hair~
Britain: Frog! Quit it! She'll do something bad to you!
BDN: …. That's right francy pants, listen to Britain...I could make your life HELL
France: *Glomps Britain* if you touch him I'll have your head!
BDN: kukukukukuku…..lets get this started
Disclaimer: don't own Hetalia. Cause yeah, a 17 year old girl just has the ultimate power to own an anime series is an everyday thing. pfft
The air was sweet around the small Italian house as France stood at the front door. He closed off his soft blue eyes before making a hesitant knock on the door. The sound of a thud and metal clashing to the floor was vaguely heard by the blond nation as he heard a shrill 'coming~' and wild footsteps head towards the door. The door was flung open to see the sight of a brunette Italian man in civilian clothes, the Italian tilted his head as he saw France at his door way.
"Francis? What are you doing here?" he asked as he stepped aside to let his sibling in. France nodded in thanks and walked inside before answering.
"Ah, Feliciano…I just wanted to talk with you and Germany. Please, for a little while." Francis asked politely. This shocked the Italian but nodded none the less.
Ten minutes later France sat opposite of Germany and Italy as they sat in a pregnant silence. Francis nervously twiddled his thumbs as he planned what to say the two. But fortunately Germany spoke up.
"What did you want to speak with us about, France?" he asked while Italy began to hum an annoying tune. This seemed to pull France from his thoughts as he looked at the two. He coughed to clear his throat before speaking.
"Feliciano, Germany, could you tell me…when you know you're in love?" Francis asked timidly as he looked down at his tightened fists in his lap. The humming abruptly stopped and the silence grew thick. The three nations sat in complete silence until the smallest of the three spoke up.
"Veee~? Francis? Why would you want to know that?" the Italian asked before gasping, "Do you think your in love? That's wonderful! Veee~ what's her name? Is she pretty? Does she have huge knockers?" Italy shot question after question that only made France redder by the second. Feliciano was about to ask if Francis knew the lady's bust size until the phone rang loudly and he quickly jumped up.
"I'll get it~" Italy said happily and practically danced out the room to answer the phone which left the two blondes in the room alone. A small silence was continued with only the sound of Feliciano talking on the phone with his identical brother, probably to complain about Spain. France turned back to his lap and started to fiddle with his thumbs again. He almost thought he was alone until a German accent spoke.
"So you want to know if your in love 'oh great nation of love'? I thought you French were the definition of love…" said the tall German. Francis winced slightly and tried to keep from shaking at the coolness of Ludwig's voice.
"Well, if you love someone….I guess you have to have known them for a long time, spent days together just to bond…you don't care about their problems, whether it'd be a personality that gives you the high blood pressure or an idiot curl that can never stay down. You want to be in their life no matter what and will do anything to make it happen…I think if you're in love then you should be thinking of that person as we speak…are you thinking of that person?" Germany asked as he stared at France's still form. The said Frenchman slowly lifted his head to look at the German.
"Oui, I am…." He admitted. Ludwig gave the slimmest smile before glaring.
"Then what are you doing here? Go get them!" he ordered. Francis jumped at the German's loud voice and immediately stood up.
"B-but, what if they don't like me back?" France asked quietly while looking back at Feliciano who still hadn't stopped talking. Both countries were living happy and healthy, with Italy being so open and Germany slowly opening up also, it truely made France jealous.
"Are you saying that the almightly France, land of love...is scared?" Germany started. Francis tensed slightly. no...he wasn't scared. He was the most feared country during Napoleon's time, he was the envy of others, only rivaling to Italy when it came to romance. Like he was afraid of rejection, he could just go and find a new one! This self ego booster seemed to make the Frenchman stand taller than before.
"Non, I'm not scared..." Francis said before marching past the blond German and out the door. Inside, Italy poke his head out to see only Germany in the room.
"Ve~? Where's Big Brother France?" he asked as he checked under the table. Germany smirked before walking to his Italian lover and picking him up to toss him over his shoulder. Said Italian squeaked at the sudden movement and looked at his German lover.
"You don't need to concern about that wine-pussy..." Ludwig said while walking down the hall to the bedroom, this talk of love made him overly mushy today...
Meanwhile, France marched down a lone road in confidence before stopping and shouting to the heavens
"WHERE THE HELL CAN I FIND THAT BRIT?"
Don't worry Arthur...
BDN: I'm not proud of this. So review if you want. I might continue hopefully
