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The next morning, France woke to England's voice.

"Breakfast."

By the time France opened his eyes, England had left.

France quietly ate his breakfast. When he was finished he called for England, who refused to answer. France harrumphed grumpily and decided to go back to sleep. When he awoke later his breakfast things had been cleared away. He smiled. If England had been reduced to such childish behaviour already, then his plan was working.

Meanwhile, England was hiding. He knew it was petty, and it showed that France was getting to him but he didn't care as long as he didn't have to deal with that stupid frog. He had discovered a small room where France kept his spare bedding and cushions so had happily snuggled up in a nest made of blankets and pillows. He also had a few books and snacks that he had scrounged. He propped mattresses around the nest so he would be hidden if France decided to come in, turned the lamp on and settled down to read.

France was starting to get annoyed. He had searched everywhere for England, and hadn't found him. Eventually he decided to camp out on the sofa where he could watch the kitchen. England would get hungry at some point, and then France would pounce. He spent the time thinking how he would punish England for hiding from him.

I could make him wear a stupid outfit he thought or make him sleep in my room. "Ohonhonhon!" He said aloud. However, the hours ticked by and England didn't appear. Finally, France admitted defeat and went to bed.

England yawned and stretched before placing the finished book next to him. He cautiously peeked out of the door for any sign of France, but seeing nothing he crept out. He swiftly retrieved a few books before hurrying back to his den. Once he was hidden again, he laughed. All this silly hiding reminded him of his childhood. It was getting late so he decided to wait till France was in bed before he went to get some more food. Eventually, France did go to bed, and England successfully grabbed food for his dinner.

The next day, France had finally got bored of thinking up punishments. He decided to prowl around the house again to find England.

"Coming, ready or not, Angleterre." He sang.

England had spent a happy morning eating and reading. Later, however, England glanced down at his watch. He was dismayed to find how late it was - he had missed lunch and was quite hungry. He could stay there and read to take his mind off the hunger or risk creeping downstairs for some food. Eventually he chose the latter option. He had always liked pretending to be a spy when he was younger, sneaking around the house and hiding in the shadows from other people (though his giggling often gave him away). He listened and looked as he crept along the landings and through the bedrooms, but neither saw nor heard anything. He knew he needed to address the emotions he had been ignoring but this was pushed to the back of his mind by the childish glee of sneaking and hiding. He carefully made his way to the back stairs and crept down them, resisting the urge to laugh. Finally, he reached the kitchen. France didn't have any junk food, so he grabbed a chocolate mousse and some bread rolls. Then he spotted the bottle of red wine on the table. A glass was beside it. England hesitantly reached for it.

"I suppose one glass couldn't hurt..."

France climbed the main stairs as quietly as he could. He had checked downstairs but hadn't found England anywhere. His house had rather a lot of rooms, which was making it hard for him to find the other country. However he didn't really mind the stupid search. This attitude was probably due to the couple of glasses of wine he had had with his lunch.

England glanced at the clock. He felt his stomach lurch as he realized that he had been drinking for half an hour, in a place that France might see him. He quickly gathered up the food and hurried upstairs, uncomfortably aware that he was now slightly tipsy.

France suddenly stopped as he heard something downstairs. England must have crept down the back staircase! He quickly made his way to aforementioned staircase and hid in the room opposite. Peeking through the keyhole, he settled down to wait.

He didn't sit there long before England came hurrying up the stairs, carrying the food.

'ow dare he! Thought France. I wanted to eat zat!

England moved down the corridor, unaware that France was now following him.

England breathed a sigh of relief when he reached his den again. He clambered in to his nest and placed the items he had scavenged on a lopsided bedside table. He lay on his back and stretched. Then he opened his eyes. He was confronted by the sight of a triumphant France leaping over the mattresses, straight at him.

'Oh bugger...'

Only two or three chapters left, but after the success this fanfic has been I'll probably upload some of my other FrUk fanfiction.