Summary: England is sick and tired of having to convey his feelings to the dense America. He's done. So he enlists France's help. But what's this? A plan involving hair dye, stilettos, A French maid costume and eggs? 'Why did I even ask France? Right, because He is the country of l'amour'.
Well, this turned out good
England did not know when it all began actually. All he knew was he wasnot in his right state of mind lately, .ALL. Because if he was, he would not fall for a stupid, dumb America OR even worse, ask Francis aka The Bloody Frog for his help in getting America and him together. He still doesn't know what he was thinking to prompt his mind into such a stupid, stupid thing because well… This is what happened.
Arthur groaned in frustration. He'd been trying to drop subtle hints to Alfred regarding some issues or more namely, Arthur's obvious crush on Alfred. Times like these were when Arthur wished he'd fallen for someone sensible like Germany or so, but he couldn't complain right now. The conversation between Alfred and Arthur had gone a bit like this:
"Hey America, how are you? Fine I presume judging by the amount of burgers you are chomping down at this rate"
"Hefoo Aphie huff aph hwoo?"
"Swallow your food before answering boy! Surely I taught you better than this!"
"Okay, okay… Jeez no need to turn grumpy, old man!"
"Wha-Grumpy?-America you bloody git, I'll let you know that I am not an old man and I am certainly not grumpy. You are just too naïve to notice my gentlemanliness…humph".
"Geez Artie, no need to get so worked up!"
"Ugh…just…I can't even…." And a very visibly frustrated Arthur left the scene leaving a very confused American behind.
This was just a small conversation between Arthur and Alfred but all attempts by Arthur to maintain a civil conversation was thwarted (a/n: honestly, I lol so much when I hear this word omg) by a very familiar American…
~~Well, this turned out good~~
"Frog"..
"Yes Mon Cher?"
"I need your help"
"You wha-?"
"I am not repeating myself again you slimy git!"
"Ohonhonhonhonhonhon , this is pretty interesting. Arthur you in need of my help? Are you feeling well? But then again I suppose, nobody is impervious to moi charms eh?"
"I just…you seem to know a lot about this love thing, so I was hoping you would help me?"
" Love-thing? Arthur, you pain me..l'amour is not a thing it is this wonderful emotion which captivates all and leaves one spellbound and aching for more…" And then Francis launched into a long rant about l'amour and how its beauty cannot be described, blabla bla…
"Stop it you git! I did not come to hear your oh so wonderful opinions about l'amour…I just need to you to help me.."
"oh ickle wickle Athur..all grown up, found yourself a man did you?" Francis snickered.
"Belt up you bloody frog! If you cannot help me I can go to Japan, who is obviously much better at this than you seeing as he has had more experience in this field.." Arthur trailed off, with a knowing smile.
"Touché Arthur, you wound me so.. but still being the great friend I am, shall help you Mon Ami"
And thus, Arthur and Francis began plotting to help Arthur seduce a poor helpless Alfred with his non-existent charms, according to Francis that is.
Aaaaaand cut! I thought this was a good start for a story. HOPEFULLY, I won't get writer's block and will be able to post this story and complete the plot too. Please DO NOT FORGET TO READ AND COMMENT.. I want to know, if this is any good and whether I should continue with this fic or not…
Bye~
Sekuramiko