England rushed towards the salon. It was approximately five minutes untill closing time and it would be a squeeze for them to get him in today. And it had to be today, for there is a sparkle party tonight at Germany's tonight, and as Germany has very high expectations, England had to get his eyebrows in tip top condition, ASAP!
England put on his smexy suit and entered Germany's condo with his girlfriend of three years, 'Julie'.
There was ruby glitter everywhere. Light reflecting off every surface, the place was hot. As the night went on, Russia challenged England to many drinking games, Knowing England would lose and most likely embarrass himself. England was tipsy, and he fell over at least 3 times every 10 minutes.
England saw lovely blonde locks of hair flowing over someone's manly shoulders. Its France. His and Julie's relationship had been going dull. England thought he'd try his luck and Julie was no where to be seen. And.. how could you not resist that irresistible body, his impeccable muscles filling out in all the right places.
'Looking Good France', exclaimed England. France's smile began twitching at the sides, he was fighting a grin. France moved in closer, leaving England's mouth filling with warm breath, which smelt of crumpets, an English favourite. France insisted on first base... for over 5 minutes. It came to Germany showing them both to the guest room. France did the rest of the talking with his body.
In a drunken state and over half of his clothes missing he stumbled over to Julie and broke up with her. No sure she was getting it, he later drunk texted her. Everything he worked at began to disintegrate. Still having hope in France her returned to his boudoir.
France was occupied with Spain, his too close roommate. He then walked to him in sorrow. Feeling emotionally distraught he went home to his mums and ate scones.
