Chapter 1: Same old same old.
Everything was the same! Nothing ever changed! He hoped beyond hope that maybe if he would not push it they would come up with something different! At this point France would even accept a new seating arrangement in a meeting that only moved him one seat. Nothing changed with them it was getting on his nerves. Well, except for America's taste in music. It was good then immediately plummeted to horrid. Which he would admit was amusing to watch England's horrified face. Sadly though, even that had lost its luster.
So now he was bored…very bored his arguments with England have also hit a boring point. Even worse the most exciting thing that happened to him lately was the whole mental break down and injury he had a few years ago. Dreadful really when the most exciting thing to happen is when he had almost died. Okay that was an exaggeration…being better friends with England was exciting in a way.
France knew some would call him a hypocrite when he has been wherein his mini cape and pantaloons for years. That…well it was different…it had sentimental value like a child who loved a teddy bear so much that the child kept it even though they are now 30 years old. Besides he didn't wear that outfit everyday any more now he had variety.
Today he wore his hair in a half pony tied back with a gorgeous royal purple ribbon. In fact, everything his was wearing was a variant of purple except his dress shoes, those were black. He was wearing a fancy collared shirt with a deep v to it and some nice slacks. He had his jacket hanging on the back of his chair. (Remember this…it might just be important)
He wasn't in a meeting but sitting in front of his computer. He was just staring at the desktop with nothing to do. France had been deep in thought. Today he had absolutely nothing on his agenda. France sighed straightening from his chair. France winced as his spine popped a bit. Mon dieu, I am getting old! Nothing like a walk around won't fix, hopefully. Getting old sucks I don't really advise it. Oh who am I to talk?
France had been walking around the city but had a notion and left Paris to be in the country side. He had found a nice quiet little meadow to plop down on the ground. He lay down on his back looking up into the sky. Well at least this was a small change normally he wouldn't be out here alone in a random meadow. Yet, there were similarities such as the fact that his was alone once again with no one to share his day with. Hmm… I shouldn't dwell that too much I should just enjoy the sunshine.
A little ways back a figure stared and once again a smile crept up on his face. It was perfect! France was out all alone in a semi remote area with only a phone to alert him of happenings. It was a good thing that it was still the morning for he had more in store for today. Which included a nice little visit to Italy.
Sorry if this chapter was so short the others will get longer I promise. I also hope you know I don't own Hetalia...