Hey guys, I'm back! Thanks to anyone who sent me a message. I managed to get it out with a needle and a pair of nail clippers. The only time it hurt was when I accidentally poked myself with the needle. Anyway, enough of me. On with the story!

Warning: The next few chapters will contain more France

Hetalia, France

The morning of my departure ended with tears and threats, courtesy of Russia.

"You will be nice to Ruth, da?"

For reasons unknown, Russia had decided to bring his pickaxe again. It gave him an insane, threating appearance. Obviously, France was kind of freaked out.

"O-Of course I will," he squeaked.

Russia is still a bit scary and over-protective even after my work. I guess that will never change. At least I tried. Anyway, after our goodbyes, I finally left with France.

"Honhonhon! We're going to have such a nice time. I will show you the beauty of my country and its people!"

We got into a cab and went to the airport. France tried to flirt with everyone he saw until security came and I had to convince them not to lock him up. Even after that, I was still excited. I was finally getting to fly on a plane. France was amused by my reactions to flying. France had left a car at the airport in his country, so when we landed, we were good to go.

I was shocked by the size of France's house when we arrived. It was more like a mansion! I noticed something as we walked inside, though. The house looked clean and fancy, but in the way that a new house is kept. It didn't look like someone lived there. France turned to me.

"So what do you think of my home, petit oiseau?"

"Well, it's nice and all, but…"

"Oh, no! What is it? Is something out of place?"

It was kind of adorable to see him so desperate for my approval.

"Everything's fine. It's just that…this house doesn't seem to be more for show than to live in."

His face was priceless. After the initial shock wore off, he chuckled.

"You are very observant, mon ami. You're right. This isn't my main house."

"Can we go to your house now? I don't mean any offense, but this is a little big for me."

We both mentally agreed that the mansion wasn't really suitable for proper living, and we went back to the car. On the way, he reached towards my back until I glared at him.

"Remember our first meeting?" I asked sweetly.

He kept his hands to himself after that. We drove in moderate silence until we discovered by chance that we both liked singing old tunes. The rest of the drive was filled with songs.

"Vous avez une belle voix, my dear."

I stared at him blankly. I don't speak French. Catching onto my confusion, he translated.

"You have a beautiful voice."

"Oh, thanks! I love singing!"

We eventually started driving through a big forest. After about 7 minutes of driving, we pulled into a dirt road leading to a small 2-story cottage. I grinned. Not only were there a lot of trees, the house was perfectly my size!

France turned to ask what I thought, but at that point, I was already climbing one of the trees. I waved at him when I looked down. I had to be at least 20 ft. off the ground. France stared at me, then started laughing. One thing you should know about me is that I love nature, especially trees. I can disappear into the foliage and no one will be able to find me until I want to be found.

"Come down from there, ma cherie. I need to show you to your room."

I climbed back down and grabbed my bags. France took them from me.

"I cannot allow a beautiful young girl to carry such heavy items. It would be impolite!"

I shrugged, and let him have his way. I mean, who wants to carry a bunch of stuff when somebody else can do it for you?

The inside of the house was cozy, just like its exterior. The walls were a soft blue color, and there was a nice living room with a fireplace. I yawned. Now I understand the problems people have with jet lag. Seeing this, France smiled softly.

"It looks like someone is tired. Come, I will show you to your room."

My room was a soft violet color. There was a big bed pushed against a wall next to a window overlooking a grassy clearing surrounded by trees. There were deer grazing.

I went into the bathroom to change into my pajamas, then kicked France out of my room. Literally. I kicked him out. I came back to see him starting to strip. He really needs to learn some personal boundaries.

Right before I closed my door, France stopped me for a moment.

"Bonne nuit, Ruth." He glomped me, then left. That guy really needs to learn about personal space and appropriate displays of affections.

I'm going to sleep off the jet lag now. I'm going to explore tomorrow if France doesn't have any other plans.

Another chapter finished! Sorry if I misspelled any of the French. :-)