Hey all. So, I'm hoping that you all like this. Every one of these that comes off the opener, "Entrance of Eve", will have about 6 or 7 chapters (for each day she's in the named country) and two or three "helpers" (those other countries that happen to help out the main one).

I don't own Hetalia...duh.

Also, I would like NICE help here from anyone who does in fact speak French with the whole thing...I used an online translator...OTL

From the moment Eve had stepped into the room, a certain Frenchman had become as giddy as ever. He now had begun formulating a plan: he would approach her after the world meeting had been called to a close and invite her to dinner. For someone like him, getting a "yes" would be all too easy. Over dinner he would learn what he could about her and her status to assess weather he should focus on that or her very charming appearance.

Of course when she had begun her explanation of who she was and why she was there, the flamboyant nation realized that this plan may not work out. She seemed very intelligent as she not only knew the correct answers to all the questions, but after the third question he noted that she knew who everyone was. Japan was about to speak up, but France cut him off as he did.

"I see someone has done their research quite well." He said with amusement apparent in his voice. By this point he just assumed she had gathered quite a bit of information about each country to be prepared for such questions to earn their trust. "I have something a bit more challenging for you to answer, mon cher, and this one is only to me. Who was the first person I ever felt love towards?" Eve almost seemed taken back by the seriousness of the question, but just as France was about to mock her lack of knowledge she walked to him and whispered something in his ear.

"You and I both know you haven't experienced true love towards anyone." France could feel the girls soft breath on his ear as his smug expression completely faded. 'She knows?!' He thought, turning to give her a surprised look as she backed off. "H-how do you..?" "I told you, I am a part of all of you. I know everything you try to hide from others, mon amour." The sudden slip to the French term left France in shivers. He hadn't been spoken to in such a way in his own language and wasn't used to receiving such advances, which partly scared him and partly enhanced his urge to court this lovely young woman.

During the meeting, Eve mentioned something about spending a set amount of time in each country to help the present nations get to know her. France, of course, was only concerned with the fact that she would first visit his country. Eventually, the world meeting ended and as Eve made her way out, France quickly followed behind. "Eve, mon ami, wait up!" He called cheerily. The young woman seemed to slow her pace, but she continued walking. Catching up was easy enough with her now slowed pace and doing such took only seconds for the Frenchman.

"Why the rush? Too shy to stay around someone such as me?" France teased. He knew that this usually brought about the girls' shyness, after which the flirting would get much easier...usually. "Shy isn't exactly the word for it." Eve replied with a smile. France gave her a confused look, his tacit question answered by her next statement.

"Don't think I don't see the game you've laid out. You think by getting me shy and passive you could probably easily win me over." She pinned him on that note and they both stopped walking. Luckily no one was going their same direction, so they merely stood and stared at each other. The look in Eve's eyes was nothing less than determination, while France carried a surprised look: only Eve could tell that there was any more than that to his stare. "I don't have money, crops, or anything you don't already have. As I said before, I am Everyone and thus I have nothing that you could possibly use against me. All I have is something very handy when used against someone else."

France seemed to think on this for a moment. "And what would that be?" He asked her with a sly smile, assuming he knew the answer. "Information." Eve said simply. This answer didn't surprise him. "I know everything about you. You claim you 'fall in love' with anything that is beautiful, but you and I both know that little line is used for pickups. You don't really care as long as you have fun."

France seemed about as excited as Eve had been at the moment she had in fact stumped the blonde before her. "Then this chase should entertain me for quite a while to come." He answered before this time allowing her to walk away from the meeting room. He followed behind her, having already offered to travel with the feisty young woman since they were going to the same place. He had even offered to let her stay in his home, which she had surprisingly accepted.

The plane ride back was full of idle chatter about Eve's plans while she was in France's beautiful country and France adjusting said plans slightly so that he could accompany her. He couldn't have someone take his new distraction away from him. Eve didn't seem to protest against this, but after a moment of him rearranging her plans she spoke up. "France?" She said, waiting for a pause to interrupt.

"Yes, qu'est-ce que c'est?" France asked, now allowing her to speak. "I know you're trying to get closer to me, so I'll tell you something now so you aren't confused later." Eve told him, watching the blonde who seemed to now be anxious for the advice.

"I know you very much enjoy chasing women, but when it comes to me, I'd rather do the chasing myself. I like to know that my efforts aren't being wasted on someone I don't really care for, so I wait until I see someone worth my time before I do anything." She told him. France seemed taken back for a moment before a playful smile appeared in his face. "I was right. This is going to be fun." He said triumphantly. Eve only smiled, rolling her eyes as he continued make plans for the two.

The plane landed shortly after he finished with their plans, sure to stuff as much sight-seeing into the week she would stay with him as possible, and the two disembarked. Though Eve had hoped to get some rest on the plane, her efforts had all been for naught as a certain eccentric Frenchman kept her awake to plan. She was more than exhausted at this point but she tried her best to hide it from France...this didn't work for very long.

"Eve, comment vas-tu?" She heard France ask. Only at that point did she notice she was walking considerably slower than he was and was about five feet behind him. "Um, yeah, I'm fine." Eve said with a nervous smile as she caught up to him. "You're a terrible lair, mon cher, but I suppose I should have let you rest on the plane. You must not be accustomed to travel." He pointed out. He'd figured it out, so why try and act like she was okay...?

...To keep a sense of pride. She'd sleep plenty at night. It was the middle of the day now, and the fatigue she would face later would help her adjust. "No, really, France, I'm fine." She told him, now keeping pace with him. France watched her for a moment before giving a shrug. "If you insist, mon sture." He said with a smirk.

Instead of taking a cab to France's home as she had expected, the two merely walked through the town to get there. He had told her it wasn't too far, but by the time they got there Eve was ready to curl up in a bed and stay there for the week. The walk coupled with the jet lag wasn't something she was used to though she could handle either seperately.

"Shall I show you too your room?" France offered. "If you weren't tired before, I'm sure you must be now." Eve quickly turned to France with a slight glare. 'He friggin knew I was tired! No wonder Britain calls him a frog! The slimy bastard!' She thought as France laughed at her reaction. "Come now, mon cher, we can't have you collapsing on us, oui?" He said, snaking his arm around her waist as he led her upstairs. A faint blush crossed her face, but she found that unlike most other times she didn't dislike the contact as much and hadn't felt the urge to push him away.

They went to the second floor down a long hall and stopped at one of the first few doors on the right. At that time France released his hold on her waist and opened the door for her, revealing a grand blue bedroom that held a king sized bed-complete with an overhead canopy-, a large wooden dresser, and a desk that held a large mirror with a chair just in front of it. There was a set of glass doors just opposite of the door where they stood that led out to a grand balcony that Eve had assumed connected with the other rooms on the same side of the hall. On the wall to her right beside the desk was another door, though it was closed.

"This room will be yours while you're here. The door on the right leads to a private bathroom and my bedroom is just next door to the left." France told her as he watched her wander into the room and look around in awe. "This is a guest room? It's beautiful." Eve said as she smiled. "Then it suits you well, ma petite beauté." Eve blushed at his words and even though she was facing away, France could still tell the effect it had. "Yeah, yeah, flattery won't get you very far with me, France." She said stubbornly. He only chuckled. "The curtains will block the sunlight at this time of day, so you can get some rest." He told her as he walked into the room behind her.

'Damn him. So much flirting. He really is promiscuous, and that could be problematic. I might really fall for him...and he'll just wander away when he gets bored with me.' Eve thought with a sigh. "Thanks, I guess rest would be a good-" she stopped. As she thought she had begun to pull the curtains over the glass doors to block the light, but she paused as she caught sight of the view from the balcony.

From where she stood she could see a majority of the town below and the Eifel Tower where it stood. She had almost forgotten they were in Paris. Eve stared for a long while before France walked up to her and opened the doors. A gentle breeze blew past them and he turned to face her, holding out his hand. Without thinking, Eve gently placed her hand in his and allowed him to lead her onto the balcony for a better view-if at all possible.

"This is the same view that you have from your room..?" She asked quietly, earning a nod from the blonde. "You see this all the time then. It really is breathtaking, Francis." Eve told him, quickly coving her mouth as he looked to her and she realized she had in fact used his human name. "Maybe you should've picked a different name for your country." She said, now feigning irritation.

France only chuckled at her. "Perhaps it would have been easier not to let my real name slip that way, but otherwise I may not have answered to it." He told her. "Hm. I guess then you really are self-centered that way, so it makes sense."

Although they both knew she was right and he truly was a bit conceited, the remark still made his heart sting. How had she been able to do that when he had been called so many other things and been unaffected? For the moment he remained quiet and attempted to get over it as they both looked out to the city. "Well, I will leave you in peace, mon cher. Dormez bien." He said after a while, walking across the balcony which was-as Eve had guessed-connecting the rooms from the outside and to the next one down to her left. He looked back to her with a smile before disappearing into his own room which appeared to be decorated in red. 'Yeah, I should've guessed it would be red.' Eve thought quietly.

She watched the restless city for a short while longer before going back into her room, closing the doors and curtains behind her and going to the bed to get some sleep.