Smells like love
~France end~
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Tba- giggle* its fun torturing people~ *heart*
England- *dragged away by France* HELP! HELP!
Tba- waves goodbye with a handkerchief* bring him back before midnight~
France- Merci!
England- TRAITOR!
Tba- *bow* continue. Oh and Adieu mes amis means goodbye my friends.
Probably… I think so….My French isn't that bad… oh wait I don't know French…Well… it sounds like it right? … I'm just joking even I know that much.
…. *picks up red rose* oh. Looks like France left it for me… wait... I'm not an S! I swear I'm not! *referring to previous chapter (11)* … *twirls rose* um… yeah…
-Ugh did not do homework. Or projects (all three of them) ugh… I need to stop procrastinating!-
I put this up early because I love you guys. Ok? This isn't going to happen again. Really!
To my anonymous reviewer love, If you are reading this that is.
*wink* read the author notes carefully all right? I did say that I would write endings for all the ones with 7 votes or more. Considering this says France's ending, I think you know France made it as a finalist. considering there are 8 more endings after this, you might want to stick around for a little while.
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Hetalian66- my teacher mentioned the movie (The number) 23. And I did say I had watched the trailer didn't I? (It seemed like a nightmare to me but I got something out of it, so it's ok!)
He's the one that actually inspired me to do that, by repeating 23 over and over. (^.^) As I've said before, my mind works in strange ways. Very… strange… ways….
Checking on traffic, the thing doesn't seem to make sense…Since chapter 4 through 7 are about 100 lower than chapters 8 - 10. Do you guys skip or something? *shrug*
Well enough talk, read.
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England was somehow able to slip away from the ballroom unnoticed.
He breathed in the fresh air, his hands on the balustrade. 'Who is it? The one that loves me…' He looked up at the sky, 'France, America, Japan, Russia, Spain, or another?'
His hand tightened around the stone, shivering when the wind picked up. He lifted on hand and rubbed his arm, why was he waiting here for someone who wouldn't show?
England sighed, "I'm a fool."
"I don't think so." A voice said. England turned and saw a man with wavy blonde locks, he wore a silver mask over his blue eyes. He wore a ivory shirt, brown lace up vest, black pants. A red cape attached to his costume behind him.
"You're-!"
The blonde man laughed, "You've already figured it out?"
England reached up and pulled the man's mask down. "I knew it. What are you doing here France?"
France frowned and pulled his mask off, "a promise you could say."
England crossed his hands over his chest, "I don't care. Leave."
"Why mon ami?"
England looked away, "oh um…" He couldn't tell France about the letters, he would laugh, asking who would love England. However, because of the spell, France might instead want to stick around and find out who the 'admirer' was. That would be bad.
"I'm… meeting someone …"
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France smiled and leaned with his back to the balustrade, "Is that so?"
"Yes, now leave."
France sighed, "Well, what if I told you, that I'm meeting someone here as well?"
"…."
"And that the person I am meeting is you?"
England's eyes widened, "What?"
"You do not believe me." France stated bluntly.
England looked away, "Well, it would make sense that you wrote the poetry. But…"
"You do not love me back?" England looked away. "Its… not that…"
France straightened his expression serious. "Then what is it?"
England sighed, "I'm not sure if it would… work out."
"Why not?"
"Well, we fight all the time. How can you get along with someone you hate?"
France smiled, "I do not hate you. And you have said it yourself didn't you? You do not hate me either."
"… but we would still fight and then…"
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"If you give me a chance, I will do everything I can to make you happy." France reached into his pocket and pulled out a red rose. "Anything for my love."
England blushed, "You're really…"
France smiled, "Beautiful? Handsome? Chivalrous? "
England chuckled, "strange."
France pouted, "Angleterre is mean."
England blushed, "Well what did you expect?"
France smiled, "I expected you to jump into my arms and I'd carry you off into the night. Then we'd make sweet lo-"
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England covered France's mouth with his hand, blushing. "I-I would never do that!"
France smirked behind the hand, he gently removed it, turned it over and kissed the back of England's hand.
"Of course, you wouldn't rather have our relationship start off slow."
England looked away, "If... if we are…. going to date I mean... then I have a few conditions."
France raised an eyebrow, "conditions?"
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"Yes, conditions. Inappropriate touching is not allowed. Especially, when there are people around."
France smiled, "But its fine when we are alone?"
England flushed but ignored the comment, "D-don't flirt with others! It's rude, especially when you already have someone else!" England turned around and crossed his arms over his chest.
France smiled and hugged him from behind, "Ah, jealous are we?"
"I'm not jealous!" England yelled.
France smiled, his arms tightened ever so slightly, "You are the only one for me. Now that I have you, I can think of no one else."
France turned England around in his arms, "Je t'aime. I love you. Forever and ever."
France leaned down to kiss England, unlike the other times he tried to kiss England, he did not struggle and there was no one to interrupt them.
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France and England waltzed slowly on the balcony.
"Its been a while since we've danced no?" France's left hand tightened on England's waist, grasping England's hand in his (right hand).
England blushed, "Idiot, don't bring up our childhood."
France chuckled and turned, bring England with him, "You were adorable."
England pouted, "Were?"
France smiled and kissed England, "You were adorable then, and you still are now."
"Idiot...Guys aren't adorable."
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"Hey… France…"
"Yes?"
"I uh.. need you to say miracle five times."
"Why?"
England flushed, "Just, do it."
"Miracle. Miracle. Miracle. Miracle. Miracle." France said staring at England intently, waiting for something to happen.
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Poof
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England blushed crossing his hands over his chest, his star tipped wand in his right hand.
"Where are you looking pervert?" The wind blew, causing the bottom of the toga to lift slightly.
France grinned, "Is this for me? You shouldn't have."
England blushed and hit France on the head with the wand (lightly). "Don't be ridiculous. I just need you to do something for me. I need you to make a wish."
"I wish you would wear that tomorrow." France said with a straight face.
"I AM NOT GRANTING THAT WISH!" England hit France with his wand again, trying to get him point across. (Get it? Point, star? Oh, forget it…)
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France chuckled, "Alright, what is the wish?"
England looked away, "You see, I kind of cast a spell… to make everyone like me… accidentally…"
France's eyebrow rose, "Why?"
"It... it's not my fault! I was casting a spell and then America barges in and then I messed it up!"
France chuckled, "I understand, now then the wish?"
"Just wish that the spell I cast be undone. It should work… hopefully."
"I wish that the spell that you cast be undone, and…"
England swung his wand, "There done."
"But I was not finished."
England looked away, "well you would have said something lewd again."
France smiled, "I wish you would go out with me tomorrow. Perhaps at a good restaurant I know?"
England blushed, "Oh… uh... I suppose so…"
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~Next day~
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England apologized to everyone for the spell, and gave them gifts. They did not demand their gifts back, though it was probably because that would be rude.
Most of the nations either blushed and avoided him or acted like nothing had happened.
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England gave each nation (except for Russia) a handkerchief with their flag embroidered on it. Some had other designs as well, China's had a shinatty, Japan's had sakuras, and Romano's had tomatoes.
England gave Russia a white scarf with sunflowers embroidered on it.
Russia seemed happy, telling England that he 'still wanted England to become one with him'.
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Naturally, France pulled England away before Russia could get any ideas.
"No present for me?" France asked.
England shoved a bag into his hands, "This is yours." He turned away, blushing lightly.
France opened the bag, finding a small white handkerchief with his flag embroidered on it. His name was on it as well, embroidered with gold and blue threads.
"Gold and blue?" France asked holding the handkerchief in his hand.
England slowly turned around, "Your hair… and eyes…"
France chuckled lightly. "D-don't laugh!" England crossed his hands over his chest.
"I am sorry, it's just that I would never had expected this." He smiled and pulled England to him, "I love it."
England flushed and tried to push France away, "We're in public!"
France kissed England's forehead. "Then I'll just have to wait."
England pulled away, looking at the ground. He fidgeted a bit. "So… the dinner…"
France put the handkerchief back into the bag and took England's hand.
How could he resist such a sight?
He turned to the other nations, "Adieu mes amis!" He pulled a blushing England out of the lobby.
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~The End~?