Chp2 Bonjour mademoiselle
Angleterre loved trains. There was no doubt in France's mind that he would be taking the Eurostar from London to Paris. France himself was wary of trains ever since Germany had humiliated him on the Oriental Express, but Angelterre seemed to find something romantic and suspenseful about them. So with this reasoning France was leaning on the wall outside of the station where the Eurostar was due to stop. He closed his eyes, concentrating on whether he could sense another nations presence drawing closer. There were a lot of male voices creating a disturbance, and an annoyed France opened his eyes to see what all the fuss was about.
A small crowd of men where following a long blonde haired women who was wearing a white summer dress. The dress had one wide, large strap on the right, and a bodice that hugged her body. Just above her hips the dress flared out and went down to the ground. A large slit up the side of the dress showed a generous amount of leg, and stopped halfway up the thigh. She wore some red sandal styled stilettos with a decorative rose close to the ribbon holding the shoe on by the ankle. A red stripe ran up the dress and up and along the strap. Just above her chest another red stripe wrapped itself around her horizontally. The end result looked like England's flag, but so delicately done that it could have just been a wonderful part of the design. The whole appearance was breath takingly beautiful and she looked like she should be in some fashion magazine. France looked at her closely and felt his jaw drop when he saw the bushy eyebrows and emerald eyes. She was Angleterre!
"Hey beautiful, peut-être vous voudriez sortir pour un café avec moi?" asked one man hopefully to the female Angelterre.
"Je pense que je préférerais quelque chose plus fort" England teased while fluttering her eye lashes
" If you do mon Cherie, then I will be delighted to take you myself." France said stepping forward so that all eyes were on him.
The female England paused for awhile. France noticed her eyebrows twitch slightly, probably trying to hide her annoyance and surprise at how suddenly she had been found out. Muttering in the crowd broke out as they saw him; they seemed to be a little disappointed that France had shown up. Obviously in their minds France had come to steal the beautiful women away from them. Which was very true, he had.
"Moi name is Francias Bonnefoy, and what is your name my petite Rose?" France asked (in French of course) in a flirty and charming manner.
"A-Alice" Stammered England blushing slightly
What was wrong with him? Why was he blushing? He hadn't when the other Frenchmen had been flirting with him. It had to be this stupid female body. He gazed back right into France's eyes defiantly, and regretted it. It was those eyes that had caused the birth of Canada and America. Still he wasn't going to give in to Frances flirting this time, female body or not.
France on the other hand had noticed the stammer and the blush and was having a hard time not smirking. Angleterre had made the mistake of turning himself into a woman. As a woman England had pretty much subjected himself to France, as what woman didn't swoon in the presence of such a nation?
"Perhaps you would be so kind as to let me escort you around Paris? I have a feeling that you are not from this region are you mon Cherie? "France asked pulling out all of the stops on his charm.
France actually did smirk at England's flustered appearance. On England's side of things he was getting more and more annoyed at how these female hormones where affecting him. Somehow it had to be something that France was doing, like a spell or something. If he had been a mere human he was sure he would have announced his undying love for him then and there, and he silently thanked his lucky stars that he was a nation, even if he had hidden the fact by magic. He calmed almost as soon as he had started panicking. So what? So what if France wanted to show him around Paris? England could get a first hand tour of the place, have fun, admit and do whatever he liked and France would be none the wiser that it was actually him! As Alice he could probably even get France to buy him drinks and dinner, which was good because he didn't have many Euros on him. No, this could work to his advantage. All he had to do was keep his cool, and then finish the day off with destroying his chaperone.
"Oui, I will be delighted to have you accompany me." England replied smiling as sweetly as she could.
France smiled in reply, but as England turned away from him his surprise showed for a few seconds, only to be replaced with a dark smile. So that was how England was going to play this? Still a date was a date, and if England wanted to play the blushing mademoiselle France was going to let him. France pulled out his phone and typed in a text that said: Don't disturb me today, I'm on a date with Angleterre 3 then he sent it to Spain and Prussia, opting not to send it to his other friend Scotland for obvious reasons. He smiled as he felt his phone vibrate like crazy in his pocket. He walked quickly to catch up with Angleterre, non Alice, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to steer her in the direction he wanted.
