. . . . The Tales of A French Eye
A former French king was beaten
With his rule over many different states, he conquered war after war; with each win awarding enormous glory and power to himself and the Empire of France . Considering that he was only a 5'2
Though he won many strategic wars of mind and strength, He never won the battle for his heart. The war of La Amour~
Bonaparte was a French fool like any other, someone unknown to Love, yet he managed to snag a wife or two due to his upbringing. He was a skilled poet, a trait he used to obtain his wives' attention—
"Damn it Francis! You perverted French bastard! What the hell are you doing putting us inside this thing!"An obviously flushed man of pale skin and gray hair exclaimed, throwing in my usual nicknames, as if to mock me of my kinky nature. In all honesty, I'm greatly complimented, Gilbert.
Resting on his chest is a voluptuous Hungarian, Her cheeks flushed as well. For what reason? I would say anger more than humiliation
"...."The Prussian was left speechless in great disbelief, He should have known better.
Well whatever , I know you're savoring each and every moment in that invisible box called Amour, You are harassing Elizaveta's ass after all...
Rishou : This is just the Introduction , A preview to be more precise of what France's writing skills are :)).I will update when the time comes....Oh GOD please give me some sort of inspiration! I'm also quite scared , fearing that there might be some grammatical errors since naggy proofread isn't here to....nag me...
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