Chapter 2: SuFin
France left the notebook and decided that the best thing to do is to get some water and watch T.V for a few minutes. He watch some French reality T.V show for a little bit, while sipping on some water.
It might have been a half an hour later, long after he forgot about the notebook and caught himself up in the T.V show, he got a text from America. France pondered on whether he should answer or not, but decided to answer anyway. He unlocked his phone and read the message.
Hey French Fry, Sweden and Finland are finally together! It was about time, my God. Image Attachment
France choked on his water and nearly threw his phone. This has to a coincidence. Coughing, he clicked on the image attachment. There was a slightly blurred picture of Sweden and Finland kissing, Sweden picking Finland up and Finland's arms wrapped around his neck. There was a finger covering the lower left side of the picture and a surprised, and probably screaming Denmark on a couch behind the newly couple.
How did you get this information? France sent back. A moment later, America responded;
Well, Iceland took the photo then sent it to Hong Kong and then Hong Kong sent it to Japan and then Japan sent it to me and now I sent it to you! America sent back, and they continued to text back and forth;
Oh, how many people is this being sent to?
Uhhhh well Iceland sent it to Norway and Denmark for safe keeping, probably, and Hong Kong sent it to the other Asian countries and then they sent to who knows but I think Japan sent it to me along with the other Axis.
….Who did you send it too.
Oh well um...
...America…
Totally not everyone that I probably thought didn't know yet…
America!
What! It's not like I'm going anything bad!
They should have been the ones to tell them- you know what nevermind whatever.
France didn't feel like fighting America. Somehow, whenever anyone argues with America, they somehow lost no matter what the topic is. Like one time, France and America fought over about who made french fries, even though it was clearly made in America. Yet, he somehow lost.
Longest and most agonizing fifteen minutes of his life.
Perhaps that's where his lame nickname came from.
Pausing his T.V show, France got up quickly (almost falling over because of this coffee table,) and walked quickly to the kitchen counter and opened the notebook. France paused, thinking.
Who else seems madly in love?
France settled on Germany and Italy. Those two always seemed to be close to each other, and even though Germany pretends to hate it, France is 101% sure that he couldn't live without the italian. France picked up a nearby pen and quickly wrote a little scenario, testing how the description works. France chuckled to himself as he wrote. France reread his few sentences and set down his pen in satisfaction.
Perfect.
A/N
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I honestly love this chapter and I am so excited for this book you guys have no idea.
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