He rode on moonlit storm clouds, and it was glorious.

His companions were blurred and shadowed, and charged with blinding speed across the water, earth, and sky. The roar was deafening. He could feel his steed's muscles coiling and uncoiling beneath him in time to phantom hooves thumping against the ground that was not always there. The adrenaline was amazing. It felt so right.

A horn reverberated, and the charge was renewed. Their Prey had been chosen.

It was a nimble, beautifully pale creature that ran beneath the cover of a strangely familiar-yet-not forest. Its pheromones were intoxicating. It was afraid.

His steed quickened without him needing to stir it. He almost had it. He could almost see its face-

"Ohonhon, is someone having a pleasant daydream?"

Suddenly darkened landscapes and shadowed stampedes across the sky faded into a fashionably decorated Parisian apartment overlooking the Seine. His unknown steed was replaced with a surprisingly comfortable floral couch.

America just about jumped out of his seat as he was shocked out of that…whatever it was. "N-no…I just kinda…spaced for a sec."

France raised an eyebrow. "Tell that to ton queue."

"My wha-…" France pointed discreetly downward. America looked. "Oh." France's smirk grew. America felt the blush going straight up to the roots of his hair, and cleared his throat awkwardly. "Ahem. Er…This, uh…" Thank God no one else was there to see this! "Can we please just keep this between us? It honestly just popped up outta nowhere-I wasn't even-I mean, I don't really ever-"

France waved his hand dismissively. "If you do not feel comfortable to share the details of your budding tastes and healthy libido then it is none of my business. I could not ask that of my son's brother."

America relaxed, his strange daydream already nearly forgotten. "Thanks."

So, first extremely short chapter/prologue of the sequel to Bad Medicine. And don't worry-that's about as close as I'll ever get to romance EVER. And I like to think that France would respect the boundaries of anyone that wasn't England, who he's known for however many CENTURIES. Not a forced love kind of guy.

Aaaaaand as always thanks for reading. Please review and tell me whatcha thinking? And maybe try to predict what I've got planned for shits and giggles?

Later dudes. ^J^