Forgive my lateness of a day, please! Sorry for this lame filler chapter, I am just tying two major plot points together! Do not worry, next chapter will be more interesting! And tommorow is my birthday, Yay! So please review! Haha, thanks, enjoy this lame chapter, my apologies in advance. -_-
'Solange ' was speaking to a large turkish man who was grinning almost as widely as she was. France, whom England had not been able to reach earlier , had just been filled in on the girls forgotten confessions. He, quite like Germany, was enraged, and had been dreaming quietly when she had noticed him, as most others had cleared out of the room by now. He was so lost in fantasies of vengeance that he didn't notice her come up to him.
"F-France? "
His anger melted as soon as he saw her concerned eyes.
"Ah, ma chèrie! Are you happy with your new name?"
She lit up.
"Oh, yes! It's more then I dared dream!"
He chuckled at her and her oldfashioned, Ernest way of speaking.
"So what do you plan on doing with the rest of your evening? " He asked
"Oh, I'll just try and stay out of the way!"
"But, why wouldyou concern yourself with that?"
"Well, everyone has been so nice, and patient and have put up with me for this long, so I just want make sure I don't cause any more trouble."
Her tone bothered him, because it held no insincerity. He really believe she was causing trouble.
"Mon enfant, you are not a bother. Please do not think this way!"
"...Sorry."
He had clearly not eased her mind.
"How about tonight you come have super with me? Spain and Prussia are both bringing some one along, so you could be my plus one!"
"Oh, I couldn't! Please don't feel obligated to bring me along or anything! Plus I haven't any money, and I wouldn't want to cause any more problems a-and I'm so clumsy I'll likely break something and-"
He stopped her.
"I feel no obligation, I merely enjoy your fascinating company, no one is going to let you pay for anything whilst you are with us, you are not causing problems and no one cares if you break anything. Can smash the whole restaurant in if you want to. We're nations, we easily could pay for a city if we wanted to. Now, won't you be a good girl and join big brother France?"
She reddened up to her ears.
"Ah, o-okay! Sorry! "
He sighed just as england barreled towards them.
"Do not converse with that pervert!" He yelled, shoving France as far as he could. She squeaked.
"Ah, angleterre, you hurt me so."
"I don't want you spending time alone with him!" He said, his anger pointed at France, not that she could tell.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you! But, but, um, he's really quite Nice, I think! So please stop stepping on his neck!" She cried, wanting to obey orders, but also not wanting France to you know, die.
England jumped off the checking man and dusted off his shoulder.
"You did not upset me, dear, it is this frog!" He said.
France, who now seemed unfazed by the choking incident, put an arm around England and started in a seductive voice.
"But, angleterre, that is not what you should be doing with my neck..."
England growled. The girl looked thoughtful.
"As opposed to what?" She asked with curious eyes.
England laughed and France gasped theatrically.
"Oh non! I though you were on my side!"
She tilted her head at them.
"Hm? I just mean, what else could you do with his neck?"
The two men awkwardly avoided each others gazes. To England's surprise, France kept quiet. When he finally did glance over at him, he looked very torn, before he turned sharply on his heel and walked stiffly away.
"Well," England said, impressed, "I didn't know he possessed that level of self control."
"Have I offended him?!" She said, horrified. "Oh, how could I be so stupid! I don't even know what I said! I must apologize at once!"
England laughed. "He is not mad , my dear, he is simple demonstrating his shocking new ability not to destroy absolutely all purity in a room."
She let out a breath she had been holding.
"Oh thank goodness! ...Wait, I don't understand..."
"Nevermind!" He said quickly, turning to leave, "Oh, by the way, if you mean to go with him, you should probably get ready!"
"I'm feel the offer no longer stands." She assumed.
"He will pick you up at six."
Sorry it's crap! See ya tommorow!