A/N Alrighty people. This is my first Hetalia fanfiction, but not my first fanfiction. Characters might be alittle ooc, sorry. I planned for this to be started today because Hetalia: A Beautiful World came out today~!^^ This is yaio, so don't like don't read. By not reading it ,you won't have need to hate!
Disclaimer: No matter how much I ask, they won't give me Hetalia :(
France was currently zoned out at the world meeting. He wasn't even quite sure who was talking anymore. Fortunately, he had someone in front of him who, although was oblivious tot his, France was glad he could look at. His little Angleterre. This gave him enough information about the conferance at the moment. England was bored and not paying attention, meaing some other people were, meaing that if France was yelled at by someone like Germany, he wouldn't be yelled at alone.
France was stapped out of his thoughts at a sudden growl. "Stop looking at me like that you frog!" It had come from England.
"Sorry~!" France chimed, not too mad about the yelling. He was pretty sure that the feeling he had towards his Angleterre were not returned. But, France had known that for a while now.
"You must not be too sorry if you continue doing it," England muttered, but it wasn't left unheard by France.
"No, I'm sorry. But, I'm enjoying it~!" France told England with a grin.
Before any more words could be thrown, the meeting had ended. That was a giant relief for France. He was getting uncomfortable in the chairs they were sitting in. He watched everyone file out of the room after grabbing a struggling Englland's wrist.
"Let go of me you perverted frog~!" England yelled. But, it seemed that anyone who would have cared that France had a hold of England was ot of ear-shot.
"Non, I don't want to Angleterre," France, said pulling the Birt to him.
England continued to struggle, and, after a few minutes, was let go of. "You'll come around sometime Anngleterre~!" France whispered into Englan's ear, before walking out of the room.
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England couldn't help but think that that was true. He had already seemed to come around, and it was only a week after the incident. He couldn't help but think of it in his spare time. What was the frog's problem! They were countries who hated each other. Although, England wasn't too surprised. He was talking about France. With a sigh, England got up form where he was sitting. This was going to be a long few weeks... Or how ever long it was until he saw France again.
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France put down the small glass of wine he had in his hand that he was drinking when he hear the phone ring. Wondering who was calling, he didn't thknk twice before answering the phone. "Bonjour~!"
"Don't give me that crap frog!" England snapped over the phone.
France held back a sigh. "What do you want Angleterre?" he asked.
"Could you, uh, some over here and help me cook?" England mumbled.
France burst out laughing. "Same answer as the last time you asked me. Non~!" he said said playfully.
"Why not frog?" England asked. He had somewhat expected the Frenchman to say yes to his offer.
"Well, you seem not to want me over there. And besies, why would I go ver there just to cook you something?" France asked.
"I might possibley want you over here," England said quietly, quiet enough that France wouldn't hear. "And do you want me to die of food poisoning?"
Your fault you can't cook. And America and Canada seemed to surviv," France said, looking in his kitchen. He thought that going over there didn't seem so bad now... And he didn't England to get food poisoning either. "You know what? I'll be over there soon~!" Before Enghgland could answer, France hung up the phone with one of his signature grins. This was going to be fun... at least he hoped.
A/N Ugh, I know it was short, but I needed to get homework done today while also typing and posting this TODAY. I'm pretty sure later chapters will be longer and better written, but, I am in a somewhat rush. Constructive critisim is nice, somehting that will help. But don't just critisize because you can. Review make my day~!
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