Maria took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom. She nervously looked around and made a beeline towards the bar.
"A glass of water, please?" she asked the bartender.
"Of course ma'am," the bartender replied as he went to get her a glass.
Maria sighed as she looked back down at her hands. She couldn't bring herself to look any of the other nations in the eye so she tuned out the outside world. This is why she didn't hear a certain American walk up behind her.
"Uh, Maria, sorry about what happened. I knew Arthur could get bad when he was drunk, but I didn't think it could get that bad," Alfred said.
He turned to look where Arthur was lying down on his couch muttering something about his national religion.
"Oh, it's fine. Don't worry about it. It's not your fault it's not possible for Arthur to drink and still retain his sense of public decency," Maria stated matter-of-factly.
At this, Alfred let out a small chuckle. By this time the bartender returned with the glass of water. Maria thanked him and began drinking. Alfred apologized again and returned to his table. Maria quickly followed suit. Just as she was sitting down, the last date was finishing up. Maria took a deep breath and began preparing herself for what was coming.
"Ohonhonhonhonhonhon," came a distinctively French voice. "Je suis tellement désolée qu'une belle dame comme votre auto a été traité de façon si horrible que par l'Angleterre. He can be so, ah, uncouth when it comes to beautiful ladies, such as yourself. Here, do take this rose as a sign of mon amour."
"Oh, thank you so much! You are too sweet Francis!" Maria blushed while she took the rose.
She had heard stories from others saying how Francis was nothing but a pervert, but Maria couldn't see it. She hadn't noticed Francis getting up from his seat. He made his way behind Maria's seat and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"You seem tense, mon cher," whispered the French man into Maria's ear. "Let me fix that for you."
Maria blushed yet again and said, "Oh, you don't have to do that! I'm fine, really, I am!"
Ignoring her protests Francis got to work, massaging Maria's shoulders. Maria wasn't going to admit it, but Francis certainly knew how to use his hands. Somewhere a buzzer sounded and Francis removed his hands from Maria's shoulders.
"It looks like I must be off, mon amour! But we must get together for some wine and dinner later, non?"
Francis gave Maria another rose before gently kissing her hand. He looked up at her and winked before heading off to the next table.
Maria looked down at both roses in her hand and smiled. Then she realized that she had been asked for drinks three separate times that night. With that she sighed and could only hope that this night would end soon.
My, so much gratuitous French...
I apologize if I butchered the French, I don't know any French what so ever and I relied on Google Translate. (I know, I know)
And a reply to a review(I believe by Ice Raveness) I will try my best to do Italy!
I do not own Hetalia in any way, shape or form.