Anything
England noticed it quickly. When he skipped out on a date everyone suddenly knew. He was a jerk, he should not have done it, oh, but it was England so of course it happened. He should make it up.
When France skipped out on a date no one cared. No one mentioned it, no one thought twice about it, it was just France being France.
England found this extremely unfair.
"What could I ever do to make it up to you?" France pleaded after the eighteenth time England ducked away from his advances.
"What would you do?"
"Anything!"
It was such a loaded word. England knew France knew this. He looked straight at him. "Anything?"
France stared straight back into his eyes. "Anything."
Anything really meant anything. And because France was prepared for 'anything' it meant he was certain he knew what England was going to suggest. And that almost bothered England more. Almost, because if France knew what he would suggest, he must have thought of a way to turn it to his advantage.
"I'll think about it."
England spent an entire night thinking it over. He came up with a solution in the very early hours of the morning after a few drinks. The surprising thing was that it was still a good idea when he was past his hangover.
"I want you to wear this to the next meeting," England announced, laying the clothing down before France. The other rose an eyebrow.
"One of your maid outfits?" France questioned.
"One of your maid outfits."
"Nevertheless, everyone will be too distracted!"
England smirked. "I plan on it."
It was relatively easy to convince America that breaking the heating would make up for (part) of his addition to global warming. It was a cold winter and a colder meeting, but England alone was the one prepared for it.
And watching France freeze his ass off was definitely worth it.
