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A/N: Okay, I know I usually do these at the end, but this one requires some explanation at the beginning. This is a crossover my beta Fall in Snow and myself are doing mostly because we started talking late at night (again) about how both our OCs would react to certain things, mainly each other. This first chapter is written in her verse. Her story is title England's Private Moments and if you haven't read it, it's pretty good and funny. The chapters in this fic will alternate between her writing and mine. Pay attention to the chapter titles to know whose POV you're getting. This also has some spoilers for Lady Liberty, but I think it's one ya'll will like! So, read on and enjoy.
France P.O.V.
"I have made some changes to the device," the always polite Japan spoke up. Unlike a certain little island I know, Japan actually managed to be polite and respectful at all times.
"Hey, Franny," Gilbert called from my side. I turned looking at him. Hopefully America would be able to keep Japan occupied for a while.
"Gilbert has a muy bien idea!" Antonio chirped up from his shoulder.
"Here,here," Prussia ushered us into a circle. In a loud whisper he proceeded. "So you know the hot mental chick that hangs out with Arthur dearest?" I nodded at him not quite on the same brain wave as him today. "What if we just followed her?" I must have made an unusual face at him because he continued to justify himself. "Kiku never said it only worked on nations, why shouldn't it work on mythical crazy chicks too?"
"Si, si," Antonio chirped up again. I brought a hand to my chin thoughtfully. As much fun as it was to tease Angleterre-he was rather cute in his unguarded moments-the thought of spending a day watching a rather attractive female (no matter how crazy) was rather tempting.
"Oui, it sounds like a tres bien idea!"
"Well then," Gilbert brought the side of his fist to his open palm, "break!" He really needs to spend less time with America. We all turned to face Japan in unison. Japan seemed to have spaced out and America was staring at the ceiling. I wonder if they even noticed we had had a conversation without them?
"Hey hey hey, Kiku! The boys and my awesome self have come up with an idea that's almost as awesome as me, why don't we just focus in on Amelia?" Gilbert shouted.
"We should not!" Japan cried out. The influence of emotion in his voice made me smile. It made him rather cute. "It is bad enough we are looking in on England-san's privacy it would be inhonorable to look in on a woman."
Hahahah he was trying to protect mon petit lapin! He should not go drinking with the man; nothing would save his reputation after that.
"Ay, the controls have been changed mis amigos." Antonio whined from beside Japan. I love Spain's ability to startle people. It helps when Gilbert is drawing all the attention. Some days it has to be moi but Gilbert does it better.
And most people think we're just perverted drunks.
"Esta bien," Antonio started to, at random, activate the machine. A bright flash enveloped the room. I'm glad to be a nation at times or else I would lose my eyesight with all these bright lights and it would be a crime for the country of love not to be able to see all that is lovely. My eyes adjusted after the flare of light but there was no change. We were still in the conference room.
"What was that?" America finally spoke up. At least something was able to get through that thick skull of his.
"Please step away from my machine before I cause you bodily harm." A creepily calm aura swept through the room. Antonio shrunk down before almost melting away from the machine. "We shall not watch a woman. Either we shall watch Arthur-san or no one at all!"
In as much of a stormy way as Japan could he 'stomped' over to the machine in a whirl of motions; a familiar whirling sound filled the room and the colors began to blur.
I have to take a moment to wonder if Japan's little slip of Arthur's first names implies they have been rather... familiar with one another...
Angleterre's garden came into view as the world cleared up. The plants of Angleterre's magnificent garden were still wet with morning dew. Arthur was a magnificent gardener; now, if only he could take his skill in the garden into the kitchen.
"Hey, Japan, dude, where's Iggy? Why would he be out here? It's like crazy o'clock in the morning." America spoke up. What time is crazy o'clock? It's the same time our meeting started. So maybe crazy o'clock is 6:30?
"If the machine brought us here, either England will appear here soon or he is here." I ignored the mindless America and moved closer to Arthur's roses to give them more appreciation. Arthur's roses were lovely and, as the country of love, I will admire them. I moved closer to a plant with deep red blooms in it. As I moved closer though I realized there was a change in the soil at the base. It was darker. I came closer only to realise I may need to get my eyes checked...
There were boots sticking out from under the bush-small boots that would go on small feet. As much as he hates to admit it, Arthur has small feet, but what would his shoes be doing under a rose bush? The shoes were lying on their front, like someone had crawled in on their stomach and just stopped moving.
I leaned forward coming closer to the bush. A bird chirped in the distance but other than that it was a peaceful moment. The others seemed to think the same since they had gone silent. I took a minute to take in the sounds. The chirping birds, the buzz of bugs and the breathing of the bush.
Wait a breathing bush?
I leaned over the bush peering through the branches. There was a cul hidden in the branches. A very nice and familiar cul might I add. I moved up to the next bush and went a little farther; looking through this one, I could see the familiar blonde of my little lapin's head. He was sleeping... under his rose bushes... how weird... His arms were folded under his head and he was facing away from the house. His old World War II coat was nestled over his shoulders. It had to be one of my favorite things to constantly see him in, much better than those tacky suits he generally wore, despite the negative memories associated with the coat. The not quite olive of the coat made his golden hair more brilliant but the better effect was on his eyes. Normally a nice red or navy blue did wonders for him but something about that off shade of his coat made his emerald orbs sparkle. It brought out the brilliant brightness of those gems.
"Dude! It's creepy how you just keep starin' at those bushes," America's annoying voice cut through my musings on my favorite little island.
"Did you find a rabbit Franny?" Gilbert began cracking up at his own internal joke. See what I tell him next time he's drunk. Yes Franny did find a rabbit in faded red plaid pajama pants.
"Why would Inglaterra be hiding in a bush." Hmmm on second thought, next time I drink with them, I'll bring my little lapin then they won't have time to ask me anything they can randomly remember later.
"Iggy's in a bush?" Merde! America can't come over here he'll wake Angeterre up! I spun around in a movement of pure grace only to come face to face with another pair of green eyes. These eyes however were not sleep hazed nor were they emerald.
"Turn around mi amigo," I followed Antonio's instructions only to find America on the other side of me quietly leaning over the bush and looking at my little lapin.
"Awww," America cooed softly. "Too bad we aren't actually here and we can move him inside so he doesn't catch cold." I know little AMerica tries to pretend he doesn't care, but much like the man who raised him, he fails rather spectacularly. Then again, knowing little lapin he would probably think it was his little fairies. "Hahahahah! He's so funny sometimes."America finished softly smiling.
Hm I wonder if Gilbert followed through on telling Arthur to take America to a strip club... it needs to be a gay one... and someone needs to pinpoint if America thinks as Arthur as a sibling, father, friend, wanna be lover... annoying neighbor...
"Earth to Franny, come in Franny, this is your captain speaking from Hudson, America."
"It's Houston! Houston, Texas! Not Hudson, that's a river in New York! They're hundreds of miles apart" Cried out overly loudly in an annoyingly whiny tone.
"Whatever, can you hear me Franny?" I gave Gilbert a look like he was out of his mind.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned my supposed friend. Sometimes I felt he just kept me around for his own benefit.
"You got this creepy thinking face on then didn't move. It was almost like you were debating whether America is sexually interested in Inglaterra, and you may have started to think about your feelings towards him or Gilbert may have interrupted that train of thought." Antonio spoke from behind the line of us standing in front of the bushes. We all turned to stare at him wide eyed and speechless. Sometimes I believe he fakes the whole 'I'm an airhead' thing.
"Dude no, no, no, no, no I'm not in any way in hell sexually attracted to England!" America declared.
"You deni..."Gilbert was cut off.
"You speak Spanish?" It was everyone else's turn to stare at America.
"Well, yeah, I mean my second most prominent language is Spanish, but it's kinda like understanding Iggy; some of your words are just whacked."
"I think we have all strayed from the obvious issue at hand." We all looked at Japan expectantly. "It is very odd for England to sleep under his rose bushes when he has a well-made bed to sleep in."
"Not if his brothers fu..." Gilbert started to crackle.
"Gilbert, there are children present! You will scar poor little America for life." Antonio stopped him. "Beside his brothers wouldn't really tenen relaciones sexuales in his bed, would they?" Antonio turned to look at me.
"Dude! I speak Spanish! I comprendo your language. Yo hablo espanol!" Ameica howled in agony. "I'll never be able to sleep at Iggy's again! Uncle Iain is scary and now I have fucked up mental pictures to go with it!" America gave a cry of despair again.
I glanced at poor Japan who had turned red in the face. Hmm I wonder how long he's been like that.
"Arthur!" a frantic whisper came from around the house. "Arthur?" The youngest of the British Isles came around the corner of the house. The lanky teen was actually relatively tall due to his recent growth spurts; it seemed every time he managed to get a little meat on him he would shoot up again and lose it to height. This made the poor boy awkward and lanky rather like a limp noodle though he was one of the British Isles so a limp noodle with some habanero bite to it. He didn't quite reach either Ireland's or Scotland's height but he was taller than the twins.
Poor Arthur, how was it that everyone he raised turned out taller than him in the end? Perhaps it was the love and better food the colonies were provided over Arthur's own pathetic childhood. Then again, it could be karma biting him in the ass.
The redhead was dressed better for the weather than my poor lapin. Unlike Arthur he had changed out of his pajama pants and was wearing camouflage ones with his knee high boots actually tied unlike the poor attempt at lacing Arthur had done.. The boys red hair fell along the sides of his face framing the boyish look and making his smattering of freckles stand out more. Normally his hair was more tamable than Arthur's, yet today it seems he was determined to draw more attention seeing as how he had twigs and leaves in the red locks.
The boy wasn't wearing a coat but a slightly loose black long-sleeved shirt which did nothing to hide how skinny he actually was. Bone, skin, and energy seemed to be all that he was made of; of course the stubborn genes had to be added but one couldn't see this from afar. Going cross ways around his torso was a belt which held a... bright yellow gun... across his back... on the belt wrapped around his scrawny hips were bright orange canisters that appeared to be made out of plastic. In his hand was an over sized, yellow and black plastic revolver. Overall it was overly tacky and looked like something american first year college students would do.
The lovable mass of awkward teenager was known as Patrick to his family and of course close family friends! Which Iain and I being close friends made me practically family. The boy was huffing slightly as he came up onto the porch. The tops of his cheeks held a slight dusting of rouge from his run in the cool morning air.
"Arthur? Arthur, I secured the perimeter." He spun around looking for his missing sibling. "Where did you go? Arthur?" He looked at the garden again before stomping his foot on the ground in a very childish way. Of course this wouldn't be a trait he had picked up from mon lapin. "He better not have gone back to bed! He promised to play with me!"
Hide and go seek maybe but alas, mon lapin didn't make it to a bed... but he did go back to sleep. Explains why he's in the rose bushes. And here I thought mon petit lapin had taken one of his little fairy tale games too far. Too bad his shoes are sticking out from under the bush or it would be a perfect hiding spot. I wonder what time they started playing their game?
"What's that Cymbeline? Why is Arthur sleeping in the rose bed?" Patrick cocked his head to the side and looked rather like someone had asked him a riddle. "I'm not sure why my brother would sleep in a rose..." he stopped, his mouth morphing into a rather unattractive smile. "My brother decided to hide from me in the rose bushes, huh? Well I'll show him! Northern Ireland is nothing to fuck with when I want your attention; you will not sleep under the rose bushes!" I have to give the kid credit. He has heart, it's just sorely misguided and needs several centuries of refinement.
As he was making his declaration, the kid put his hand into the one actual military pouch on his pants and pulled out a cheap lime green see through water gun. He could hide the whole thing in his hand if he wanted, but that may be a better indication of how much more he needed to grow to fit his body than the squirt gun's actual size. He stowed the over sized yellow revolver in between his belt and his pants... I guess that worked... rather unrefined but efficient.
Patrick jumped off the porch landing with a cat-like grace that all the brothers share; it may have something to do with the wilderness they grew up in but that didn't explain Patrick-he landed on the balls of his feet without a sound and shot off towards the bushes. Hmmm when he outgrows the awkward phase Arthur is going to have a hard time keeping all the girls and guys off of him.
He cracked a manic smile that only one of the British Isles could produce, mind you they were all slightly different but all with the same underlying insanity. Maybe they drove each other to it. I shrugged to myself, who knows? He slowed his jog to an almost stalking speed, pale green eyes bright with the excitement of the hunt. Yes, oh yes Arthur was going to have to beat the girls off that one and knowing Arthur and his gentlemanly ways he would start with a metal cane! If we were even remotely visible I may have feared for my life the way his eyes widened in excitement at seeing Arthur's boots.
The boy crouched low moving one leg almost its full length out before shifting his weight to it. It was rather awkward, much like the teen himself, but showed his amazing flexibility and moved him that much closer to Arthur without having the worry of disturbing the ground below. Once his full weight was balanced he tucked the leg that had originally held his weight close to his body before repeating the shuffle crouch again.
The leaves of the bush touched the tip of his nose as he looked down on his smaller sibling with manic glee. Slowly he raised the little weapon and extended his arm towards Arthur.
Arthur's nose gave a slight twitch before his emerald eyes flew open. In less time than it took me to acknowledge the change, Arthur's eyes went acid green. His knees slid up so his feet were now under the bush and not sticking out. His back arched in a very cat like move that brought his shoulders and back out from under the bushes and into the space between.
This is when Patrick made a would-be fatal mistake. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, but it was all Arthur needed to roll out of the bushes and into the clearing. Before poor Patrick knew what was going on the boy was pinned wide eyed to the ground his brother over top of him with a snarl and eyes radioactive green. This was not going to end well for Northern Ireland.
"Captain! Get the fuck off the runt!"
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