Me: Easter Break!

France: Does that mean updates?

Me: Oui~!

France: *She spoke French?*

Me: I'm going to try to update EVERYTHING today!

France: Everything?

Me: EVERYTHING!…(At least my main stories) SO! Hopefully you guys will stay tuned for all the updates! (And keep me company by writing reviews T-T)

France: Hmm…Seems like you have quite a lot for this chapter.

Me: Yep! I don't own anything but the plot! Enjoy~


I sighed while getting ready for bed. France had gone out with Spain and Prussia for their usual 'Friday Fun' and wouldn't be home till late and slightly intoxicated.

France and I had been going out for two years , more or less. For the first few months I had been sketchy on his loyalty, so I had America spy on him. I, of course, paid him in hamburgers. His loyalty surprised us all. That was when I actually decided that we could take the relationship further, and further it went…

I stared at my self in the floor length mirror. I had been called pretty and had compliments thrown my way, but I wouldn't have called myself beautiful. My slippery self-esteem would always cause France to protest. I still had to wonder though. There were girls more gorgeous, more seductive-that weren't pregnant! But he wanted me.

I shook my head and slipped into one of his dress shirt. It was a pale blue and smelled just like his cologne. I inhaled the scent while snuggling under the blankets. The smell slowly lulling me to sleep anxiously waiting for his return.

Xxx

When I woke up it was still night but a new body had joined me under the warm blankets.

I rubbed my sleepy half -lidded eyes "France?" I yawned.

"Did I wake you mon petite angelina?" He asked.

I drew closer to him and rested my head on his chest "Mm-hm, but I'm glad you did."

He laughed quietly while snaking an arm around my waist and stroked my hair with the hand of his other one. "Sleep now belle." He whispered bending down to kiss my forehead.

Xxx

In what seemed to be forever, the sun finally shone through the windows. Its golden rays fell upon the bed ever so delicately.

My hair had been unruly like any usual morning and not very attractively either. The space next to me that had once been filled in the late night was once again missing. In its place was a small not card.

I quickly began to read the card.

Bonjour mon amour~

I had something to attend to, so I couldn't stay in bed with you.

Hopefully the roses by your bedside will take your mind off of that.

Sure enough a dozen crimson roses in full bloom were in a crystal vase on my nightstand.

I shall be back in two hours, so be sure to be ready by then. You

Will spend the whole day with moi, everything will be a surprise.

I rolled my eyes. He knew I hated surprises.

Don't fret, you'll enjoy this! The crepes I made you are on the kitchen counter.

Je t'aime angelina

France~

I smiled to myself, he was always a romantic.

I slowly got out of bed and opened the door to the balcony. Even in the morning Paris was full of life. People were shuffling through the streets, just waking up. The smell of fresh baked French goods was abundant in the air.

The balcony had a great view of the Eiffel Tower. It reminded me of France, but it also made me sentimental for home. I had only begun living with France a few weeks ago.

I quietly tip-toed down the stairs. The house was big despite its small cottage look on the outside.

The crepes were still nice and warm when I got to them. I sat down at the island/bar in the kitchen and began eating.

My mind slowly started to wander to France. What could he be planning? It wouldn't be anything too strenuous because of the baby. He seemed enthusiastic -too much at that. He did say I would enjoy it…

My thoughts were interrupted by my cell phone. I looked at the text.

Be there in cinq (5)

I panicked and looked at the clock. My thoughts always did 'take time away' from me. I took one last bite and ran upstairs.

After I brushed my teeth , I went to the closet. My heart beat wildly. He was going to be here soon and I wasn't even dressed!

"Mon petite (Name)~" A voice called at the bottom of the stairs.

Too late.

I did the first rational thing I could think of - hide in the closet.