"Just sign it, S'il te plait!"
"Why? I have absolutely no reason to autograph your stupid calendar! Leave me alone, you damn frog!"
"Zis really is just un calendrier zis time! See mon chere, each month 'as une picture of un different country on it!" Francis opened the booklet to a page that indeed, showed a picture of the UK. It really was just a calendar. Britain sighed, a small vein throbbing in his head. He was tired of arguing with the old sot, so he snatched the feathery pen from the man's gesturing hand and signed a small square. He threw the pen in the other man's face.
"There, done, you bleedin' incompetent. Sod off now, will you?" He shoved his hands in his pockets and huffed away, muttering something about frogs and tea. Francis looked down at his calendar in surprise, wondering how it could possibly have been that easy. A smile lit his features and he chuckled easily. He grasped the edge of the paper and pulled, in a very Kira-like fashion, removing the fake calendar screen that lay over his paper. As the marriage contract was revealed, France ran his fingers over the sheet.
"Incompétent, eh? It zeems zat you are ze incompetent one, mon chere. Honhonhonhonhon, Merci, mon petite Angleterre~ honhonhon~" He clicked his tongue and pranced away to tell his boss about the 1303 Treaty of Paris.
A/N I was reading Fanfiction the other day and came across a one-shot and realized that I, too, am capable of writing a short story. Not everything i write has to be 43 chapters of 3,000+ words each! With that in mind, this drabble was born. Zo it iz ze shortest zing I 'ave ever written, I hope you 'ave been enjoying it! Let me know what you think!
~TotalFangirl