Recently, France has come to the U.S to work out some business plans with America. Being the bro that he was, America let France stay with him in his apartment, where he explained the guidelines of being in his country.
"Alright dude, France!" America began to speech. France was sitting by the window smoking a cigarette, his hair in a low knot.
"You're staying as a guest in my country. It's totally cool, I know. But here in America, we don't have French fries or French bread,"
France looked at him.
"We have freedom fries and freedom bread!" He declared, patting a hand over his heart.
The Frenchman watched him for a moment before he stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and walked towards him. A smile slowly formed on his face as he did.
"Well then," he began, "'ave you ever freedom kissed?"
America blankly stared at him. France grinned and leaned in, quickly and deeply kissing him. The American flinched and his eyes widened as he felt the other man's tongue bat against his. He could feel his face painfully heat up.
Is this what the rest of the trip would be like?
'Cause if it was, he didn't mind at all.
Author's note:
This is short, but I liked writing this one. I got the idea for this from one of my favourite comics called Cyanide and Happiness. This was basically a whole strip, about an American saying to a Frenchman the bread thing, and the Frenchman responding with a freedom kiss. In the last panel with the kiss, you can see a heart in the background with the American flag and the French flag combined, and when I saw that I had to write this.
Plus, I like FrUs.