Paris' Play-date

An: This Is Memoranda typing an idea that my little sister had. she wanted me to type this, and she says hi! I was really impressed, even I haven't dared to make a capitol OC just yet. SHE HAS A TALENT! XD she says that Paris is just like Fem!France, but smarter and less perverted.

I was singing.

Yes, It was my stupid older brother's song, but it had my name in it.

"Pa-pi-papa-pi pa-pi-papa-pi pa-pi-pa-Paris..."

"PARIS!" France was storming up the hall.

"What? I asked him innocently.

"That's MY song that you are singing, and it's really annoying! I'm trying to get back at Angleterre for force-feeding me scones last week! I'm going to put salt in his tea, and I need a good plan to get him away from it for a few seconds, and I can't do that with you SINGING!"

"Alright, alright! Sheesh, calm down!" I yelp.

My brother then mutters something that turns my blood cold.

"I've arranged a play-date for you with Belarus."

I fainted.

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When I wake up, it's all dark.

"F-France?" I ask, my voice breaking."Francis? Where are you?"

I got up and walked to the kitchen, and I immediately freeze up.

There, on the counter sits Belarus, sharpening her knife.

"Oh, poopie."

"Oh, hello, darling, I thought you'd never wake up." she says, looking up at me.

"W-where's France?" I demand, trying to sound threatening.

"Where's Russia?" She replies.

"I d-don't know where your precious brother is, just get out of my house!"

"I can't. It's locked." she says, pointing at the door with her fully sharpened dagger.

"Why don't we play a game of tag, dear Paris?" She leaps off the counter and walks towards me, her pace quickening the closer she gets.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream, running for the bathroom.

I slam the door shut and lock it, right as I hear the sound of metal on wood on the other side.

"Come on, Paris sweetie, all I want is my onii-chan back to me." she hisses.

"I DON"T KNOW WHERE HE IS! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shriek, clawing on my long blonde hair.

Just then, the front door clicks open. I hear the sound of my brother's voice, calling, "Bela? Russia's here." I heard him jump out of the way as she charges her brother.

"EEEEEK!" Russia squeaks, barely audible over the sound of Belarus's frantic "Marry me, marry me, marry me!"

I sigh, despite my terror. This girl was nutso!

When Belarus and Russia were gone, I unlocked the bathroom door, and ran out.

"FRANCIS BONNIFOI, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

An: well? that was her first time showing interest in writing a fan fiction. I"M SO PROUD OF HER! I know... she's violent...

please reveiw!