England could only rub his forehead when he realised what he had done to the Seychelles girl. What the bloody hell happened to me? The one who hurt the girl was definitely not him. He had never tortured a colony before… well, not willingly. But why did the feeling of pleasure easily come when it comes to that ribbon-wearing girl? Sure, maybe he did call himself a sadist, but that was because he was caught in the moment.
"I shall avoid her as much as possible from now on..."
"Ara? Having trouble with women, are we?"
England jumped. He spun his head around, trying to see who had been sneaking on him. Oh, it was France. England's brows furrowed, annoyed. "Why are you here?"
"Eh?" France lifted his brow. "Why? Why wouldn't I be here? It is the G20 meeting. I must be here, non?"
England averted his eyes away from France. He scanned his surrounding for further prove of his location. The familiar golden brown walls covered every corner of his sight; windows with mahogany frames – also something that he was familiar with – let in the basking sun light from behind them; the long, noble tables were draped with the whitest sheet, clean, with not a speck of dirt on them; along the white sheets lay the various kinds of cultural food and alcoholic drinks of the best brands. Yes, this is definitely the meeting hall, where parties before and after the meetings were hold occurred each year.
"So, I heard that another country has been in your hold recently, England-kun."
England quickly had his eyes on him. 'How did you know," he asked.
"It is not a secret, is it?"
A maid offered them a tray of glass of various coloured wines. France gracefully took one and bowed to her, winking as he stood right back up. England declined.
France sipped at his glass and continued, "Well?"
England idly watched the crimson liquid danced inside France's glass as France lifted it up again, drinking it down wholeheartedly. "Have you ever felt the urge to hurt somebody that you've never met before?"
France abruptly stopped drinking. He slowly withdrew the glass from his lips and simply stared at it. "No," he answered, "no, I haven't. Why?"
He opened his mouth to speak, but decided that it is best for France not to know about his troubles. "Nothing really important," he finally spoke.
"I see." France smiled, seemingly understanding.
England stared at the floor for a moment before declaring that he needed to head home. France nodded and waved goodbye. Suddenly America came.
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Ahaha, I just noticed that France became Japanese -_- .. Sorry, I somehow my brain insisted on France adopting Japanese habits. Please kill my brain. Okay, the next chapter is coming up next! Sorry if it is a bit long-paced for you because there's still no romance up to this point. Blame my brain for that as well, in fact, please keep hating it. Oh, and also please REVIEW! ;)