Well, I took a good look around and noticed a great lack of one of my favorite things-Dark! France. So, gosh-darn it I decided to apply my lacking arse to the job of creating some EVIL SMEXY FRANCE for all you fan girls and boys.(Yes, I know you're out there~) To let all of you know, I don't know how to upload chapters, so please request one shots. Also, I have no clue how to reply to review/comments; but trust me, I LOVE each and every one of them.

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Off the coast of England, 1763

France smiled darkly to himself, extending one gloved hand towards a bottle of wine next to a world map, which had small pins with brilliant wax tips scattered all over it. Smile still affixed to his perfect visage, France grasped the wine bottle by the neck and quickly and elegantly popped the bottle-stopper off the wine; and poured some into a pristine crystal wine goblet that sat directly in front of him. As he poured the crimson liquid into the goblet his thoughts wandered over the last few months.

"It's over France! Give up and give me the child!"

France sneered, setting the bottle back onto the oak table. Damn that green-eyed monster, damn him to hell, where he belonged, for taking his cher, doux fils from him. France had not wanted to sign the god-forsaken scrap of paper, but England and his boss had forced him too. France took a sip of the wine, thinking about how he would make Arthur pay, one way or another. At that exact moment the door to his cabin was thrown open, and a particularly loud albino stomped up to his desk.

"Sie erhalten besser lhen koper heraus dort Francis!" Yelled Prussia, grabbing the wine from the table and taking huge swigs from it, pausing only to wipe his mouth hurriedly before the sat down; putting his boots up onto the previously clean surface. France was used to these random appearances, however and simply took another few sips of his wine before addressing the Prussian.

"Oh? May I ask for what purpose? Also, you will pay for that wine, I only had a glass before you drank the whole thing." He said leaning back in his chair to better look at the nation of Prussia.

"Well, I thought you might be interested if England summoned you. Apparently not, because you know there's absolutely no way to some how get revenge or anything" Prussia said sarcastically.

France sat blot upright and leaned across the desk "England? Now why would that scum want to see me?" He asked.

Prussia shrugged "No idea. Scotland told me to tell you, the man was slightly drunk at the time and had his pipe with him, so I really could not divulge more than England want's France to visit." Red eyes drifted lazily over France, who was still staring at Prussia with slightly dilated eyes. A smirk flashed across the Germanic nations lips as he removed his boots from the table and leaned close to France. "Or, or maybe we could stay here, hmmm~?" He purred in a low accented voice.

France smiled but stood, "As lovely as that sound mon yeux rouge, I ma afraid with the present circumstances, that simply is impossible for me; even though I would like to at a latter time." He brushed past the protesting Prussian and was under way towards English soil in the half-hour. Then he would make him scream, oh yes he would….!

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End.

I am a tease!

France translation

Cher, doux fil: My sweet son

Mon yeux rouge: my red eyed

German: "Sie erhalten besser lhen koper heraus dort..!: You better get your body out there!

All these translations are pretty rough, and the german is kinds' messy I know! Please don't kill me!

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