A/N
I am so sorry
I really did plan to get this out before school, 'cause I knew as soon as it started, I would have literally n time to do so much as think, let alone write a whole chapter...
I know I said under a week, but this time I mean it when I say you guys have been super supportive and excited, and I'm glad you want me to continue this. So, I will try to make it up to you, and from here on out, the chapters start getting into the almost one-shots I've been planning from the beginning.
So I've introduced first person, third person, and third person omnipresent for the single idea that I would get to this point. From here on out, I'm true;y going to be testing your loyalty as readers!
What I want all of you lovelies to do is, if you have an idea of a way France can try to trick America into the sack, PM me, or post it in a review, and if I think I can make it go somewhere, I will make an entire chapter dedicated to France trying to do so! You will be credited in the A/N for you wonderful ideas, and I'll love you forever.
Though I'm not too excited about this one, as I've written it at completely different spans of time since I kept losing interest. Not to mention it's that awkward transition into bulk chapters... Well, I did try to make it as amusing as they have been!
Now please enjoy this belated chapter!
After a pleasant breakfast of chocolate with the occasional piece of pancake batter (England knew he should have been the one cooking), the two English speaking nations finished their preparations for the meeting today, and headed off to the most problematic country in this story, France.
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England hadn't realized just how tense he was at current. While his American sidekick was chattering up a storm about some movie with vampires and Abraham Lincoln, he found himself unable to even pretend to listen.
Calm down England. It's no big deal. Doesn't mean anything. There is always the chance that Prussia was just being an ass.
As he repeated that to himself, he begun to feel that much better. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't going to punch France in the face simply for existing, and being a sodding pervert.
"-Then I was like 'So that's what he did on his days off!' 'cause I mean seriously, him and that axe was some scary shit." America felt himself shiver, before he glanced down towards his silent companion. "Hey dude, you alright? You've been kinda spacey."
The English nations said nothing, still wrapped up in his own thoughts, so much so he didn't even register the words directed towards him. America frown.
"So then I set fire to the forest of unicorns and burned down every last one of them. The now exist only as Narwhals, and are very hostile." Still, he got no response from England.
"DUDE!" America gave up and proceeded to shake England's shoulder.
"Hm? What?" England immediately registered what was going on and swatted the hand away. "Stop that!"
"Well saw-ree, but you were so gone I swear aliens took your brain."
"Was I?" England scowled. "Well I had to escape somehow after dealing with your incessant babbling for three hours straight." He crossed his arms over his chest.
"That's cold, man." America said, monotone. "Real cold."
They continued down the hallway in a stubborn silence, England counting the number of rooms until the one the meeting would be held in each time they passed a door, while America simply pouted and expected an apology.
The British nation couldn't help but realize just how different this long hallway was to the one in his dream. Only similarity being it seemed to never end, because of the awkwardness, but here the carpet was a dark purple with swirls of white, while the doors had much difference, each having a carved top with such things as a grape vine or cupids.
They were definitely in France.
Finally when England's inner headcount reached one, America proceeded to grumpily open the two grand doors that the endless hallway led to, revealing a mildly expected site.
"Welcome! Ah! Is that Amerique I see?" The French nation grinned at the two new arrivals. "Why you look so nice I almost didn't recognize you!"
He was obviously waiting for the moment they would open the doors, at he was standing in front of them the entire time in anticipation.
"Haha! That's something Canada normally hears." America said grinning, mood uplifted as he obliviously accepted the compliment.
"Come with me beaux, I have a surprise for you." France had a somewhat mischievous smile on his face as he linked arms with America, and proceeded to escort him away, disregarding England for once in his life. He'd never expected being ignored by France to be so annoying.
Said British nation didn't react at first, he just stood there, mouth agape in confusion. Sure he'd expected something like this, but not for France to be so upfront about it!
"Is it another hot green chick statue?"
"Ah... no."
England regained his composure, slightly more agitated than before, and simply walked over to his seat, ignoring the other nations that had arrived early. He proceeded to scathingly watch the two countries from across the table
"Since you were so upset about the uncomfortable chairs before, I had this perfectly cushioned place spécial ordered to sit your well toned behind." France gestured to a large red chair that looked more like a recliner than a meeting seat, which America excitedly indulged in.
"My butt thanks you."
At first it was cool and all, but after an hour or so of this, France was really starting to creep America out.
I mean seriously, he brushed his hair for him. And he didn't use a comb. Just his fingers. Like, what?
The meeting went by super slow for our American because of this, more so than normal even. He had to deal with Frances obsessive fawning, and England being all bipolar in the corner. Having forgot why he was mad at the British nation, America tried to strike up a conversation with him during break, but it ended kinda like:
"SODDINGWAKERARSEWIPEWHONEVER APPRECIATEDANYTHINGPRICK."
Or something like that.
America figured he shouldn't stay with the grumpy Brit because of this, so he planned to book a hotel for the next couple of weeks. The nations were in on some big Eco-friendly manure breakthrough or something, so everyone would be staying in or around France for fourteen days
Which left America no choice in the matter either.
"Oh, Amerique~?" America silently cursed to himself as his attempt to sneak out with the rest of the nations failed.
"Yeah.. France..." He forced a smile, maybe if he planned it right he could sprint out the next time Frenchy turned his head.
"I was just wondering where your lodgings were at current?" France smiled a terribly disturbing grin and flicked his golden hair behind his shoulder.
"I was just going out to catch a hotel." He gestured with his thumb out the door, which was honestly where he would love to be right now. "Gotta go fast though! You know, beat the mid rush!" America laughed too loudly, clearly nervous
"Non, non, non, non!" France shook his head vigorously. "I simply cannot allow a specimen such as yourself to sleep alone! You must stay ici with me!" America felt his face twitch.
"Okaaaay... thanks but-"
"Your room would be directly next to mine, no need to worry, et-"
"YO!" America shouted, cutting off the excited Frenchmen. "I appreciated the chair, and the food, and the back massage, and the moist toilet, and the- Well, actually that new shirt was a little much." America shifted his eyes to the right in thought. "But seriously man, you're acting weird. I'll be fine staying at a generic hotel which you will not know the name of." Frances face fell.
"But... Mon Cher?"
"Hey, I'll catch later Surrender Monkey!" America shot a brilliant smile to the shocked nation. "Hopefully when you're not high anymore."
As the American left the Frenchmen all alone to wonder what he possibly did wrong, a new approach became evident.
England wasn't the only reason France forgot America
America was just an idiot.
"I can't believe I'm doing this."
England said out loud to himself, as he continued to walk the cold streets, counting house numbers as he tended to do.
"This is a horrible idea."
His dress shoes skidded on the black sidewalk with each step, filling the lone night with yet another familiar sound.
"I can still turn back."
England let out a final breath as he approached the house, pausing in front of it's doorstep, inwardly talking himself out of it.
Suck it up!
Biting his lip, he pushed the doorbell violently, burying his face deeper into his coat. He waited for a few seconds, until the door started to creak open.
"IGGERS!" Prussia bellowed, smiling largely. "I freaking knew it! Come on in!" Prussia gestured to enter his humble abode as England grudgingly abided.
"Never. Ever. Call me that again." He said in passing, removing his coat as Prussia shut the door behind them.
"You'll take what you get and like it!"
England scowled, fully regretting his final decision to come here as he tossed his jacket on the nearest chair.
"Hola England!"
"Wh- Spain?" England turned in the direction of the Spanish accented voice, to see said nation lounging back in front of a large flat screen T.V. as it played a Slapstick Comody.
"Ja. He's staying with me because France is paranoid." Prussia rolled his eyes, before focusing on England with an evil grin. "And I figured you would be stopping by. Didn't I?" Prussia asked his friend.
"You did say that."
England shifted in embarrassment, desperate to talk about something else."Where's Germany?"
"We have more than one house you know." Prussia stated as he started towards the open bar. "Weizenbier?" He asked.
"No, thank you."
"Sì, this is the guest house." Spain explained with a pleasant smile. "We always stay here, because Germany gets annoyed too easily." He laughed to himself.
"He's got a pole up his ass." Prussia added, pouring the drinks. "It's more fun over here anyways." England sighed, rubbing his still cold hands through one another.
"Yes, well... I would like to get to the point of my coming here." He stated, dropping his arms down to his sides professionally.
"Eh, what's the hurry!" Prussia walked over to his seat on the couch, passing the other drink to Spain. "Take a load off."
"I will do no such thing." England crossed his arms in annoyance. "I have come to ask... a favor." This seemed to peak Spain's interest.
"Oh? What would you like us to do then?" He questioned, tilting his head.
"It's just... I'm not good at the whole sabotaging thing anymore and I thought you could... you know, maybe-"
"Say no more Iggs." Prussia offered. "Say no more." He leaned back in his sofa, kicking his feet up and holding the back of his head in his hands. "I've got it covered anyways." England blinked in surprise.
"Really? But, how could you possibly-?"
"France is predictable." Prussia said simply.
"We'd be happy to help, anything to mess with France." Spain added helpfully.
"But." Prussia closed his eyes lazily. "Only if you agree to do it my way."
"Of course." England said quickly, finding this strangely easy.
"And." Ah, the dreaded and/but. "You remember to honor our little deal." Prussia peaked one eye open, as if daring the Brit to protest.
"I'm a gentlemen of my word." England defended.
"Well, 'gentlemen'." Prussia rubbed his hands together in excited scheming. "Prepare to get dirty."
Remember to PM/Review if you have any particularly good ideas! Anything works~
Also, any guesses on what Prussia's gonna make England do at the end of all this? (: