Chapter 3 The Wanted

England soon found himself enjoying himself despite the obvious problem with France's house, it was full of French people. However as he was in the disguise of a French woman, he decided to let it slip. France took him to a modern styled French pub/bar or maybe it was a club? Whatever it was it was loud, full of dancing, booze of different kinds and was dark yet not ominous. It was full of people, so the place was quite popular.

The people where truly amazing. Unlike the people in England's local pub they greeted even strangers like old friends. All begging him to dance with them and drink with them. They laughed all the time, full of energetic happiness that seemed to fuel the atmosphere, and soon even England found himself smiling and laughing. So care free and happy was the atmosphere that England felt himself throw caution to the winds.

France watched England with a small smile on his face. He liked this Angleterre the best. The Angleterre that didn't pretend to be an gentleman and allowed himself to be free. His smile widened when he saw England swaying in time with the music holding a wine bottle and two glasses and walking towards him.

"Mademoiselle, you 'ave 'ad a lot to drink non?" France asked

England straddled Frances lap and looked directly into his eyes. Well this is unexpected thought France. England broke the gaze first by smiling and looking angelic as she held the bottle of wine in between them. She poured wine into one of the glasses and held it out for France.

"''ave you tried this stuff yet? It's pretty damn good." England said in slurred French.

"Oui, I ave. Perhaps it's time that we left?"

France leant forward and took the bottle from England's grasp while England drank the wine in the glass. She licked her lips teasingly, making France suppress a shiver. She placed the glass down and slowly stood up and adjusted her dress. Just what was Angelterre thinking? France wasn't sure, but as he stepped out into the night sky he took her hand.

He said he would destroy France, and he would. All he had to do was make him fall for him, or rather Alice. Therefore he had decided to act flirtingly, and had been rewarded when France had unsuccessfully suppressed a shiver and now he was even holding his hand! Now he just had to break his heart so badly that he would miss a world meeting, causing all the other countries to see that the country of love wasn't as great at capturing hearts as he thought.

France led him to a red sporty Renault DeZir. The doors lifted up like a Lamborghini, and it had a sleek design as well as being red, which France announced was to represent passion. Not only was it a surprisingly impressive looking vehicle for a Reanault, but it was extremely impressive for an electric car. However in England's mind it was nothing compared to his Aston Martin V12 Vantage, Morgan Aero Supersports, Lotus Evora, and he doubted it was as praticle as his Range Rover. Still, for France, he grudgingly admitted it was fairly decent.

He slide into the passenger seat and shut the door. France's expression as he slid into his car was so full of love that England felt his heart rate increase rapidly. Was there also a look of sadness in his eyes as well? England began to feel a little guilty, and in an attempt to drown his guilt pulled out his ipod and hooked it up to France's stero. The first song that came on was The Wanted I'm glad you came. This made France laugh and England blush a little.

France drove to the Eiffel tower. When they arrived he took hold of England's hand and pulled him towards it. He pushed the button for the lift (If the North American brothers where there they would have called it the elevator) while England looked at him quizzically.

"What are we doing?"

"I am going to show you the beauty of my home at night, looking down on the city is very romantic."

He pulled Alice on to the lift and the doors slid closed. As the elevator climbed higher France cornered Alice in the corner between his arms, the movement was so sudden that she couldn't move. France stooped down until he could stare into the emerald eyes that where being framed with a scarlet blush. His lips where close enough to England's that it looked like he was about to kiss her.

" Mon cheri, Je suis heureux vous suis venu." France whispered to England

He then leant closer and locked his lips with England's. England couldn't move due to the shock, but when France's tongue slipped past his slightly parted lips he was snapped back to reality. At first England tried to push France off of him, he meant her, but the strength in his female arms was a lot less than his normal strength. As such France didn't move. England gave up, and against his better judgement he kissed back. The two finally broke apart.

"Rendez-moi heureux que je suis venu." England panted (as he was slightly out of breath from the kiss) and leant his head on Frances chest.

Notes:

The Wanted I'm Glad You Came: It's the perfect song for this story, and for anything FrUK.

French atmosphere: Oh my it's been so long since I went to France, so I just described the atmosphere I experienced with French Canadians that I had a couple of years ago. Very nice people.

Rendez-moi heureux que je suis venu: Make me glad that I came

Je suis heureux vous suis venu: I'm glad you came.