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'English Gentleman'? That doesn't sound completely right for some reason. British Gentleman! There, that's much better. Except that Scotland and Wales don't like it when he calls himself Britain, since he only represents English culture and whatever.
So the first step in England's master plan to prove once and for all that he's indeed a gentleman was to cross the channel. He really didn't want to see France, but he was the one closest to home. Besides, England was too drunk at the moment to try and prove that he's not a drunken hooligan, so he decided to go home. He had to stop at the pub first though.
After a quick stop at his favorite pub and then a few hours of self pity while buried deep in his bed, England took all the necessary preparations for his trip, which he hoped would be quick. Namely one of his best outfits and some rum. He quickly went to the station for the channel tunnel and took a seat in the train.
He hadn't slept well last night though, so he fell asleep in his seat. After a while he woke up and went out. He was greeted by a truly disgusting sign. Prostitutes where freely roaming the streets, drunken men were lying in the streets, the smell was terrible and, worst of all, the nearby restaurants seemed to serve toxic waste. England frowned profusely and, with his hands in his hips and shaking his head, he said "Ah France, now I remember why I hate you so much…"
Before he could start a tirade against the so called Country of Love someone yelled at him "We're in England you connard!" England went white and glanced around, realizing that, effectively, he was still in his home.
"Wha-at?" He stammered, sheepishly going back to the station. He forced himself to stay awake through the trip and after arriving at the station in France he took a cab to Paris.
England then walked through the streets of Paris looking for France. It wasn't easy. He couldn't just ask around for France, and he had no idea if he was even there. Knowing France, he would probably be elsewhere trying to strip down or grope a nation.
He finally stumbled upon France, who was in a cafe. He was, predictably, trying to harass a girl. England decided not to go straight away and demand an acknowledgement of his gentleman status, but to stay by the window and watch. Witnessing France failing to get a girl and possibly being slapped would be really funny!
France continued to talk to the girl. She was really pretty, with a round face, fair features and a nice dress that really accentuated her figure. England hated to admit it, but even he recognized that French women could be very beautiful. England decided to continue watching without thinking of anything, lest he started to lust and had to stop for an underwear magazine or something –after all it was improper of a gentleman to buy porn, so he had to do with the poor man's version.
So he continued watching the scene unfold. France was smiling, with his hand in his chin and his body slightly inclined towards the girl. He was saying something but England couldn't hear it and he didn't dare actually go inside the café. The girl blushed after France finished speaking. She seemed really flustered and embarrassed. She then moved a little closer to France, her face still red. Oh, here it comes!
However, to England's horror and surprise, she actually started kissing France very passionately. People around the café start to dirty look at them, and they seemed to realize but not before a solid fifteen minutes of smooching. England was just standing there, without words due to the surprise. It was very obvious now that he was looking to the interior of the café, but he just couldn't move.
France, with the girl under his arm, started to exit the café. England finally reacted and tried to move away but it was too late. France saw him, his face still white and surprise evident in his face. France raised an eyebrow and briefly wondered if England had anything to do with the girl –whose name was Alice– before quickly dismissing that ridiculous possibility. He decided to simply ignore England– he knew that if it were really important England, being a rude punk, wouldn't have waited for him to finish his date.
He allowed himself to smirk to England as they passed though; also knowing England would probably interpret that in the worst possible way. Obviously, England did just that, interpreting that smirk as an insult to not only his virility and intelligence, but to his love life –though it was difficult to insult something that didn't exist.
Miraculously England managed to contain himself and not go to strangulate France. He didn't want to involve the girl, who would probably call the police if she saw a stranger assaulting her date. He didn't fear the police; all the nations had immunity to almost everything and he would probably be released right away, but it was still an unnecessary hindrance that would rob him of precious time. Thus he decided to only follow France and then confront him when he was alone.
Although he liked to pride himself as a good spy, England was no James Bond. France easily realized England was following him. He didn't know why. Following him to a hotel to see his sexual progress didn't seem to be something England would do. Japan would perhaps do that, but France knew that Italy had forced him into a trip to somewhere. Hungary wasn't interested unless the sex was with another man, so England couldn't be acting under her orders. Besides, England was too proud to actually act under the orders of another nation, so he must have been acting out of his own volition. Still, France had no interest in dealing with him right now. He wanted to spend some time with Alice first.
Alice was, actually, quite an interesting woman. Besides being physically attractive, she actually was capable of intellectual conversation and had a good taste for wine and books. "And men…" France thought while smirking to himself. Most people thought that France was a perverts. And that was true, it's just that he also enjoyed other things and having some good conversation was nice.
After a while France and Alice arrived at the hotel and entered. England decided to stay in a nearby café, waiting for France to exit so that he could confront him. He ordered a cup of tea and sat down to wait.