It was a bright and sunny day. The sky was a clear blue without a single cloud in sight, a quite unusual sight if you had familiarised yourself with the usual dreary, foggy day of London. Another quite unusual thing worthy to note was the non-existent sounds of explosion and arguments and more explosions and smell of something burning that were normally present in the UK household. Instead there was a peaceful and harmonic aura surrounding the house itself, a huge 180 degree change, especially if you knew what the house occupants did yesterday.
Oh, what's this? An unknown figure had sneakily crept up to one of the houses's windows. The figure took a peak on the window and what the figure saw made him gasped.
The house occupants were gathered in the living room lounging civilly in their red, long sofa and were laughing. LAUGHING! Not at each other, but TOGETHER as they watched the telly.
Now, the figure had seen many strange things in his long years of life, but as someone who had known the UK members for a long time, there was nothing stranger to him than seeing the normally barbaric brothers get along with each other. Either this was a miracle or hell had indeed frozen over and the world was about to end.
He pressed closer to the window and he could just barely made out what they were saying.
"Hahahaha! Oh, I remember I used to chase you around like that with my axe. Those were fun times, eh England?"
"It may be fun for you, but not for me!"
"Aye, but it did ye good, didn't it?"
The blond couldn't help but chuckle at that, "I guess." And soon all four brothers was laughing again.
To say that the figure was baffled, would be the understatement of the century. Figuring it had something to do with whatever it was they were watching, the figure turned his head towards the telly and there, he found all the answers to his questions and more.
It was a bright and sunny day. The perfect day to go outside, which was why Hungary took it as a chance to have a little quality time to herself. She was walking in a beautiful garden admiring each and every flowers that bloomed. The comforting breeze blew on her face and her green dress danced gracefully with the wind. With all the problems around her house and the constant bothering of Prussia, it had been some time since she felt at peace. She continued to walk in the garden, oblivious to the trap that awaited her.
A crack.
A gush of water.
A scream.
A shout, "BOOM BOOM BANG BANG, BABY!"
A lone figure came out of his hiding in the shrub, while Hungary blindly moved about trying to get rid of the water in her eyes. The figure approached Hungary, and in the most annoying tone she had ever heard (more annoying than Prussia, even) practically shouted, "WooHoo! You've been BONNEFOY'D!"
Everything happened so fast and the confused Hungarian was only left the option to say the first thing on her mind, "what?"
The figure repeated, "You've been BONNEFOY'D! Ohonhonhonhon!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you've been Bonnefoy'd. As in me! Francis of Bonnefoy!" the figure, a man with shoulder length wavy-blond hair and blue eyes, pointed to himself.
With a more gentle, teasing tone the French continued, "Ah mademoiselle, you look so lovely in zat beautiful green dress and your wet hair...Non! Zat is not important! What's important iz you've been BONNEFOY'D!"
Mixtures of emotions can be seen on the Hungarian's face. She was not very fond of France due to his perverted nature (towards Austria), but this just took it to a whole new level. Ruining her peaceful quality time was simply unforgivable. Not to mention the man had then dared to make a pass on her. She was seriously contemplating on punching the French nation then and there, however there was a huge question running in her head and she found herself asking it instead.
"Why do you keep saying that?"
The answer only served to piss her off even more.
"Because you've been Bonnefoy'd, girl." and as though the years of spending time with Prussia had finally rubbed on him, he continued with, "AWEZOME! Ohonhonhonhon!" and ran away before the Hungarian could hit him.
He found his next victim not far from where the Hungarian was. His best friend and gang member, the awesome Prussia, woohoo! The white-haired man was walking in the garden seemingly sulking.
"Dammit! Just when I was planning to have fun, the sissy aristocrat and the brutal girl aren't home."
He was walking past a tall, white statue of an angel posing to urinate when suddenly the statue came to life! And by that I mean, water really came out of its little, stone willie.
"BOOM, BABY! It's ma pissing statue!" the hiding French nation was cheering.
Meanwhile, Prussia having assaulted by a urinating angel slipped on the now wet grass and fell.
"Aww, and he's fallen in zee nettles! Excellent! Time for me to go and say 'hello'." France was about to come out when he heard the Prussian groaning.
"Argh...I will kill whoever did this."
France stopped in his track and slowly backed away, "Err, maybe I'll just leave it for a little bit, okay? Okay."
Austria was taking his daily walk in the garden, unaware of a certain French nation quietly hiding behind the hedges.
He loved the garden. It helped gave him inspiration for his music. There was a serene feeling here and it was the perfect place to think. As he was thinking this, the ground suddenly opened and he fell with a girly shrieked.
"WooHoo! Ohonhon! My best bud, the piano aristocrat, Austria, has just been Bonnefoy'd!"
France walked towards the edge of the hole where Austria had fallen into and shouted in a sing-song tone, "You've been BONNEFOY'D! Ohonhonhonhon!"
A weak reply came from the Austrian, "I think I need a doctor. My leg is broken."
That, however, only made the grin on the French nation's face wider and he shouted (again), "Alright! TOP OF DA POPS~!"
France was now standing between an Austrian with a broken leg and hand, and a really pissed Prussian. The annoyingly cheerful grin was still plastered to his face and he began talking to no one in particular, "Okay, I think you will agree that zees dudes have made excellent victims, no?"
He turned towards Austria, "Hi-five, big brother!"
The Austrian merely let out a sigh and said, "Please, don't touch me."
While the Prussian commented, "Not awesome, dude."
The French ignored the two and continued, "Okay, zen. Next week we'll have more fun, we have more pranks, we..." Before he could finished, Hungary came running with her frying pan in hand and hit France's face with it (Not on the face!).
"Ha! You've been BONNEFOY'DED!"
"It's BONNEFOY'D!" France retaliated.
He held on to his painful cheek, tears pricking in his eyes, "NO! Zat is not cool! Zat is not awezome! I thought you were my friendz." And he went away sulking.
The three was left grinning to each other, and Prussia gave Hungary a hi-five.
Look at that. It seems France has finally caught on why the UK brothers were acting weirdly. Too bad his own pranks backfired. Oh, and a huge thank you to LittleUkeGirl, the only one who reviewed last time.
Next up: Someone else will find out...literally.
