England; 1887
Francis Bonefrey smiled charmingly at the woman next to him, who giggled and blushed idiotically.
Really; English girls were so easy to woo.
He gave one last glance at her and ditched. Whoever she was; he hoped she would be able to pay their bill.
He walked along the streets of England; and found a small building.
Vlademier Duerr's Music School,
France frowned as he looked at the building. He leaned against a near-by tree and let his thoughts wander.
He couldn't help but think if his son, Germany, was okay. His son liked music; he remembered. He toulk after his 'uncle' Roderech that way. And Duerr. It was a German surname. He wondered what Germany's was.
Despite the fact Germany had been made a Country around 1814; he'd been born on January 1st, 1817. Not that that wasn't uncommon. It had been 300 years after England was formed that Arthur had been born. He even remembered Mathew, the Personification of Cacada; hadn't reliased he was a Personification untill he was 13.
His attention turned to a little boy just outside the building; crying. The boy's father was trying to calm him down, but had no success.
In an instant; France knew what they were talking about.
He remembered having a conversation just like that with Germany; when he was still little.
France panicked as his two-year-old son started bowling histerically. Just secants ago; his little Germany had lost his precious toy; Mr. Eiffel. France hadn't the Slightest clue why he'd named his stuffed dog something that wasn't even a word; but at the moment, that didn't matter.
"Hey, hey, shush now! I-
-It's okay; son! We can get you a knew one!"
"EIFFEL! EIFFEL!"
"NEENEE! I want NEENEE!"
The crying seemed to get louder.
France looked around despratley for the stuffed dog.
The man looked around hurriedly for the toy.
"Excuse me;
does this belong to you're son?"
France spun around to see Mr. Eiffel.
The man spun around to see a stuffed rabbit.
"Eiffel!" Germany squeeled.
"Neenee!" The little boy gasped.
"I beleave-
-this is yours, mon ami?"
France leaped up and hugged the man desperatly.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Cried the man.
"Merci! Merci! Je vous remercie de tout cœur! Je vous remercie de l'avoir trouvé! Merci mille fois de nous avoir aidés! Vous êtes un ange envoyé du ciel lui-même! Merci! Merciiiiiiiii!(1)" Francis practically wailed.
He
Laughed
"No need to thank me,
-Friend, just make sure-
You're son,
Gets plenty of sleep tonight."
The man watched as the person seemed to dissappear, leaving no trace of his previous status.
France blinked as the familiar man left.
"Take care, missuer!"
"We will meet again; Germany."
France closed his eyes, before looking up at the cloudy sky.
"I will get him-
back, Gilbert."
Prussia smiled.
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