Yay I'm back from France. Paris is so pretty, although I did spend most of my time in Disneyland (I had two Hetalia/ Disney dreams) so I didn't see that much of the city. (I'm so grown up)

Anyway I this chapter was meant to be part of the one before but it was too long (so this is a filler)

Iggy will be a bit OCC, I'm not sure how long he is going to be like that...I think it is roughly 8 more chapters until I'm finished with this, but then I have been making these chapters really long recently and have to break them down into multiple ones.

Sorry for the wait guys but here you go, also I don't own Hetalia

"Oh mon cher, have you finally fallen for mes charms. Asking moi out on a date like this, though I'm not sure if now is the right time. If you ask moi again once this is all over, then we shall have more time to do things right. Ohonhonhonhon."

England was having an extremely hard time resisting the urge to punch the Frenchman's face in, the fact that Francis was waggling his eyebrows didn't help the matter. Next to the Englishman were a chuckling Prussia and an amused Northern Ireland.

Prussia had missed his friend immensely, the teasing had been fun but it wasn't enough. Sure spending time with England had been… fun? Could fighting ghosts and being mentally scarred count as having fun?

Even though Prussia had actually enjoyed interacting with the Brit and his brothers, he still missed his best friends. He wanted to tell both Francis and Antonio everything that he and Arthur had done, what it was like to be a ghost and to just go out drinking, causing havoc.

The first thing he was going to do when he was alive again, if that ever happened, was to bundle the pair into a tight hug. Actually he would probably tackle Ludwig first, just to make up for the time he couldn't when his bruder had needed him. So, he would hug his bruder, then his best friends and finally party hard.

Sounded like a plan.

Except, where did Arthur fit into this plan? He couldn't go through all of this with the Englishman, then get up and leave him. If it ever happens, it will be thanks to England that he would be alive again. Would they go along with life as if none of it had ever happened?

No!

Gilbert wouldn't allow it, he had got too close to the Briton. He was one of the very few who knew he was an angel for gott sake. The Englishman had become sort of like family to him, they both protected each other and comforted one another - although England was the one that needed it more at the moment. They both knew how to make each other laugh and when to take the other seriously. They understood each other.

So what was going to happen if Prussia was alive again? The albino wasn't sure but he was going to make sure that England was a part of it.

"Brother-in-law, you might want to move Artie away from the frog. If the Frenchie carries on like that, he will get a little more than a fucking broken nose," the Northern Irish nation smirked as he punched the Prussian on the arm. Prussia glanced to the teen deciding that the happy smile on his face suited him, rather than the angry expression he had seen him with lately - the teen was around Ireland at the time though.

Taking a moment to actually register what North had said to him, he looked to the Englishman who was getting extremely red in the face. Shaking his head with a smile on his face, Prussia placed his hand on the English nation's shoulder and steered him towards the plane.

"Calm down Birdie, it's just Francis being himself."

"I know that idiot, I was going to say thank you for giving me some space after what happened, then he had to go and be a frog," the Brit almost whined, throwing his arms around himself to stop from shaking from built up anger. Wordlessly, he walked up the steps leading into the plane.

Prussia started at the bottom of the steps for a moment, watching the Englishman sadly. Ever since Egypt, England had been much more withdrawn and quieter than his usual self, but was also rather clingy, like he couldn't bear to be alone. As the Prussian watched, this was only further proven as the blonde hesitated at the top of the stairs, in the doorway of the plane. Where the Brit would usually enter without a moment's thought, he instead paused, waiting for the ghost to follow before he dared to continue. Sparing a brief glance back to his French friend, who seemed to be enjoying hearing a rude joke from a certain freckled nation, the quickly floated up the steps to join Arthur and enter the aircraft.

On entry, the pair found seats where England immediately sank into the central one. Shortly after Prussia had sat down in the chair to the right of the blonde, France and North entered the plane, North at once heading to the cockpit. France went to sit next to England but hesitated and stood in front of the angel. "Where is your friend sitting?"

England pointed to his right so the Frenchman took the seat next to him on the left. The wavy haired blonde waited a few seconds before he placed his warm hand on top of England's cold one and gave it a gentle squeeze. To the Frenchman's surprise, and Prussia's, England didn't slap it away but actually gave the Frenchman's a gentle squeeze in return.

Wondering if he would be pushing it but deciding to try anyway, Francis pulled the Englishman over so his head was leaning against the Frenchman's shoulder. Yet again, the two members of the Bad Touch Trio were shocked by the response.

"Mon petite lapin, je suis désolé (I am sorry) for earlier. I heard what you said to your friend. I am happy that you have someone to help you with all this. Must be a good person non?"

"Aaaawwwhhhh you are too kind Francis."

The Englishman directed a smile to the ghost before looking down at the hand that was still gripping his. He glanced up to study the Frenchman's face to see concern in those blue eyes, which reflected his own dull ones.

Breaking the eye contact, England looked away again, hating that he felt so weak. Still he had people there to help him and a goal he needed to complete. Now was not the time to wallow in self-pity.

"Yes he is, I think that he would use the term awesome," the Briton murmured, looking somewhat guilty as France's eyes widened. The Frenchman stared at the spot where he knew the ghost to be, not knowing that Prussia was staring right back at him equally shocked.

"Mein gott Birdie, don't just drop it on him like that! Maybe he didn't catch the hint, calm down Gil, Francey Pants doesn't usually pay that much attention to Brows. Gott, who am I kidding?! Francis always listens to Arthur, it's part of the whole big bruder to everyone thing. Damnit Arthur, the awesome me wasn't ready for that." Prussia started to ramble, pacing up and down the length of the plane, England's eyes following the Prussian. Hands tangled in his snowy locks, the ghost tried to think about how to face the Frenchman, he hadn't thought about what he was going to do once his old friend actually knew. He couldn't talk to the Frenchman and France couldn't see him. How on earth was he going to do this?!

France had turned rather pale. The Frenchman had at first looked down at his hands, trying to (unsuccessfully) collect his thoughts, then up to the Englishman, to see that the younger nation's eyes were following something. Was the ghost really Gilbert, or was he just jumping to conclusions?

If it was true, it would explain a few things, like how England seemed so comfortable around the ghost if it was someone he had known for a long time. It would also explain why Arthur's eyes had gone red in that meeting - Ireland had explained what had actually happened at that conference - and why England didn't seem as affected as the others by Prussia's death even though the two were friends.

"Angleterre… What is the name of ton ami (your friend)?" the Frenchman asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He studied the Englishman's face, making sure that the Brit wasn't going to lie to him. Seeing the angel slump and a sigh escape his lips, France knew that England was going to tell the truth.

"Gilbert."

That one word caused the Frenchman's eyes to swell up and his mouth to fall open, a flurry of emotions crossing his face. Arthur studied the Frenchman, and took hold of the elder's hand with both of his, as if to keep him focussed on what was happening in the here and now. Prussia floated horizontally by England's shoulder, waiting for France to react.

A few seconds passed and Francis's face had stayed frozen in shock, his brain seeming to have gone on strike. Two minutes passed before a smile stretched across France's face, tears flowing freely from his eyes like waterfalls.

"He is still here? Gilbert is still on this earth? Mon ami, that is wonderful news! I can't believe that you are still here mon ami. You are right here but I can't see you or hear you. You're dead but you are still here."

The Frenchman said more but the words were lost in sobs, Prussia tried to reach out for his friend, only for his hand to go straight through the other. The ghost cradled his hand that had just passed through France to his chest with a pained expression on his face as a shiver went up France's spine.

"I'm useless to help those I care about yet again. How can I claim to be awesome if I can't even help mien freund? Verdammt!"

England examined the anguish that had painted the two next to him and wondered what he could do to help with the situation. He couldn't perform the spell that would allow France to see Prussia as it has to be in a fixed spot, and as they were currently flying that wasn't possible.

"Gil," England spoke quietly, as if the world would break into chaos if he spoke any louder. His dull green eyes looked up to the ghost who was currently floating above France, crimson eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The Prussian's eyebrows furrowed together, a look of concern took over his face as he turned to the fragile looking Englishman.

How could he get so worked up about not being able to help one friend who couldn't even feel him, when there was one right here who he could actually help. A friend who had not been himself for two days now, one that looked like he wanted a hug, but didn't feel comfortable asking.

"Ja Birdie?" he managed to breathe out, his voice only just hitching. He wasn't sure what the Englishman wanted him for, he assumed some sort of encouragement in handling France, he did not expect the real reason.

"Take over my body."

It was only a short sentence but it was enough to change the mood completely of the room. Francis's head snapped up, staring at the Englishman with bloodshot eyes, while Prussia shook his head violently and stepped back from the English nation.

"Nien Limey, I am not taking over your body like those other creepy ass ghosts we are working so hard to stop. Gott Arthur!"

"What do you mean by 'take over my body', Angleterre?"

Both France and Prussia started to rather loudly voice their opinions on England's statement, causing the Englishman to get a headache. The angel slumped back into the chair and closed his eyes, attempting to block the pair out, but it was futile.

"I'm tired. I said take over my body not my mind you twat. I won't listen to your thoughts, I'll be asleep. I can even use a spell to make myself look like you if you want. Just do it," the Briton nigh on whispered with his eyes closed so he did not have to see the pair's reactions.

"You haven't been sleeping, how long has it been?"

"Not since Patrick knocked me out. Whenever I shut my eyes, I see it all over again. Connor has been lying with me at night and it does help a tad, but it's not enough," the English nation replied grimly as he opened his eyes. France nodded in understanding, guessing correctly what Prussia had asked England, he had been about to ask the same thing.

"Will it help you sleep if Gilbert takes over, mon cher?" France asked gently, though he was still devastated that he couldn't see Prussia despite the albino being right there, he needed to help the exhausted nation.

"His thoughts will create a distraction, it will only be a sort of buzzing noise in my subconscious if I don't concentrate on them, so, yeah, it would." The angel gave a dry laugh before plopping his head back against France's shoulder.

Francis watched the younger nation with worry before looking up in search of Gilbert, knowing that the ghost was going to be near the angel. Seeing that France was trying to locate him, Prussia lifted England's arm and made the scruffy blonde wave. This action caused a small yet annoyed smile spread across Arthur's face.

Now knowing where the Prussian was, France looked in that general area to address the ex-nation, "You should do it Gil, it will help mon petite lapin."

"As if I couldn't figure that out on my own with my awesomeness. Don't change your appearance though Birdie, that will just make you even more tired, ja?"

When the Prussian received a tired nod in reply, he took a deep breath and jumped into the Englishman. Arthur's body suddenly went as stiff as a board as Gilbert first dived in, but immediately then turned incredibly relaxed, slumping so much in the chair it was dangerously close to falling off and onto the floor. A few seconds passed with France watching with curiosity, before England started to sit back upright.

After righting himself, the Brit leant forward and rested both elbows on his knees, his head resting in his left hand. This same hand then ran through his hair, causing his head to fall off. It was only then that he looked up to the Frenchman. Silence fell upon the two as Francis stared into crimson eyes. Hesitantly Prussia reached forward and poked France's shoulder, a grin spreading across his face when he didn't pass through.

"Prusse?"

"Ja," the sandy blonde replied with a huge smile. "I sound so posh." He laughed and started to experiment by saying a long string of German swear words in England's voice. This action just confirmed to the Frenchman that this was indeed Prussia and so threw his arms around his dead friend.

Prussia all too happily returned the hug, thrilled that he could actually feel it - Arthur had completely given his body over to Gilbert, unlike last time when Prussia had taken over, so he had his sense of touch. He could vaguely feel Arthur in the back of his mind, but the Englishman had been true to his word and was leaving Gilbert's thoughts alone. Prussia could hear the distressed thoughts coming from the Brit but they were all jumbled as if England was dreaming.

As the pair laughed loudly, Prussia laughing his signature laugh but in England's accent, Northern Ireland came into the seating area to stretch his legs while the plane was on autopilot. The teen watched the duo, looking rather puzzled at what appeared to be his older brother hugging France crying tears of joy, while laughing in a way that wasn't his normal one. It was a shame really, Connor really liked Arthur's laugh.

The auburn haired nation continued to spectate the scene in front of him, figuring out pretty quickly that it was actually Prussia in control of England's body, due to the red eyes and Prussia not being visibly around. The Northern Irish nation was a bit annoyed that he couldn't actually talk to his brother, but he was happy that the Englishman was finally resting, at least mentally. England's body would get energy from Prussia's soul so, even though his body was moving, it was still regaining energy while he slept.

Not really having the heart to separate the two reunited friends, Connor left the room and went back to the cockpit, where he turned on his phone, scrolling through the contacts. Grinning widely when Australia's number came up, North pressed the call button - he did say that he was going to keep the nation up to date on England, might as well fill him in now.

It was only when France was basically on top of Prussia did the Prussian feel a sharp jolt of pain shoot up his back. With a gasp, Prussia tried to push the Frenchman off, only to use a bit too much force and push France off the seat completely. The wavy blonde looked up from his new spot on the floor with a frustrated look, which quickly withered down to concern as he looked at Prussia's/ England's face. Pain was evident in Prussia's expression, as well as confusion.

Gilbert laid a hand on the bandage that still covered his chest, the wound had almost completely healed, but was still tender. He then looked over his shoulder at the wings - which were now no longer covered by a jumper like they had had to be the entire time Norway, Romania and Belarus had been around - and focused on them. To his surprise they moved a bit, only flexing out slightly, but it still amazed the Prussian.

"This is so seltsam (strange), but also awesome. They are so fluffy," Gilbert mused as he started experimenting with moving the wings, it twinged a bit but he didn't really mind, smiling wildly when he figured out how to hug himself with the feathered appendages. He then skipped over to his friend who was still sitting on the floor and knelt down next to France, much like a bird on its perch.

"Feel them Francis," Prussia demanded, before basically dragging the Frenchman into a hug and wrapping the wings around them. France chuckled at his friend's actions, the fact that it was in England's body made the whole thing even more amusing.

"I'm not sure that you should be moving the wings so much mon ami, I'm pretty sure that they are still sore for Angleterre. But yes, they are très fluffy." France laughed again as he gently pushed his friend back, catching Prussia off guard. The Prussian fell back, the wings flapping in an attempt to stop him falling. Unfortunately, he still fell but landed on his bottom rather than his back.

"Ja, maybe you are right. Don't need Birdie moaning that I threw his back out, or something when he wakes up." Gilbert smiled and made himself comfortable on the floor, finding it incredibly hard to stop now that he was talking to his friend.

"So how is ~Birdie~? You to have got very close non?"

"Gott Francey Pants, why do you have to do that? Ja we have got close but not in that way."

"Ohonhonhon~ Of course, but why does he call you 'Duckie'? Our dear Arthur is not one to give people nicknames."

"Pfft, he calls you Frog, are you banging him then? Duckie was my awesome codename for when he was talking to me in front of you all as you weren't awesome enough to know that it was me. The limey kept calling me Teutonic Wanker for a while."

"Oh oui, cause Frog is such a loving name. Angleterre's pants are quite hard to get into, le sigh~. Irlande told me that Duckie is a term of endearment. You have been spending a lot of time with him Prusse, you carried him when he passed out and comforted him."

"You sound jealous Frankreich (France), wish Arthur was closer to you?"

"Non I'm not jealous, I am happy that Angleterre has someone to help him through all this, though I do like his cute ass. I am already close with mon ange, I was the first other than his three older brothers to find out about this form."

"You saw him after the first change, ja?"

"Oui, I also helped with looking after him when he was très petite. You should know, you helped moi every now and then, as well as Toni. I just wanted to know how close the pair of you have got and don't lie to me. Je suis (I am) the country of l'amour."

Prussia rolled his eyes as France managed to materialise a rose out of thin air and wiggled his eyebrows. Next to England and his family, France was the most expressive person with his eyebrows that Prussia knew.

"Nien, go and chase some other made up couple."

"Don't lie to me, you two are as close as people can get, you mon ami, are currently inside Angleterre. Ohonhonhonhonhonhon~"

"Was (what)?! Now you have turned possession into some pervy thing."

"I will now let that play on your mind while you are controlling Angleterre's body." France had the biggest shit eating grin on his face knowing that the thought was indeed going to play on Prussia's mind.

The Prussian scowled at the Frenchman, deciding whether he should punch him or not. Instead, he just gave Francis the middle finger, which caused France to laugh, it was such a typical response for England. It was funny to see England acting like himself, but know it was actually someone else behind the actions.

The Prussian smirked evilly, which caused France to become weary. As quickly as the smirk had appeared it disappeared and was replaced with an innocent smile, the fact that Prussia made his wings hug his sides only added to the image.

"Did you get any help in removing all that cling film?"

France's eyes flared when he understood what the Prussian was talking about, it only made matters worse when Prussia started laughing. "You bastard! How did you get so much cling film to cover all of mes doors? I blamed Angleterre for that! You're the one who took all of mes hair products as well you merde sac!"

Prussia faked looking hurt but as he was in England's body still the expression caught Francis off guard. "Cool down Francis, it was to say danke to Arthur. He did something nice for mein bruder so I needed to do something, and nothing says danke to an Englishman better than pranking a Frenchman."

"Oh really?" The Frenchman's tone of voice made it clear he didn't really believe his friend but had decided to indulge him, "So what did mon petite lapin do for ton frère?"

Prussia smiled fondly at the memory and started to retell what had happened when he'd gone to see Germany. France listened carefully, not interrupting once, and offered comfort when the Prussian started to get emotional.

Soon the pair started to talk about everything they had done, France found that he had to do a lot of listening. They talked for hours, not noticing the time go past them. It was peaceful.

That was until England woke up screaming, but only inside his mind. This caused Prussia to scream in surprise himself, the shock causing him to jump out of England's body. The sandy blonde slumped forward only to be caught by France who was worriedly searching the other nation for wounds.

"Birdie! It was just a dream, you're ok now." Prussia didn't hesitate before he gently took England out of France's arms, both telling France where he was and comforting England. He knew what had frightened the Brit after all, so he would be best at calming him down.

"Come on Arthur, we'll go see Connor to prove he's safe. We can call the others as well to check on them, ja?"

Arthur shook his head then looked up from the ground to the Prussian, his face looked neutral apart from the fear evident in his eyes. He pushed off from the ghost and looked around the plane, feeling a bit lost.

Before he was able to speak, North darted into the room holding what looked like a cup of tea. (France wondered where the teenager had got it, but just assumed that all the Kirklands had powers to summon tea at will.) The teenager seemed to understand how to soothe England better than Prussia as he guided England to the seat and handed his brother the cup. He instructed France to take over flying the plane, they would be able to land in half an hour, but the plane was currently on autopilot. The teen then carefully took hold of England's uninjured wing and pulled it over him like a blanket, snuggling into his brother's side.

Arthur calmed down quickly and started to absently stroke Connor's hair while drinking his tea. Gilbert watched the pair, not really wanting to interrupt the scene. This reminded him of the time America got into England's bed when he was distressed, it seemed like nothing could defeat England when he was in mother hen mode.

Although North didn't need to be calmed in any way, England couldn't show any signs of distress around his former charges or little brother. Connor knew about this and used it to his advantage often for Arthur's sake, purposely sitting with him just so he could have time to calm down. It also probably helped on this occasion as the nightmare had included a dying Connor and seeing him perfectly fine was extremely reassuring.

"Get your arse over here as well Gil, it's weird you just standing there staring at us," the teen called from his spot by his brother, a cheeky smile stretched across his face. Jumping a bit at the attention, Prussia focussed on the younger nation before looking up to England. The blonde rolled his eyes and looked to the seat next to him, his way of telling Prussia to sit, to which the ghost complied.

"What do you want to watch until we land?"

"I don't care Artie, something fun."

"How about some Top Gear? I've got some of the challenges episodes here, do you fancy trying that, Duckie, Poppet?"

"Sounds awesome, what challenges have you got?"

"The Botswana special or the Vietnam one, I believe. Any preferences?"

"Nah, just put on either Artie."

"You know, when I first started helping out with that show, I never realised how popular it was going to become," the Englishman mused, scratching his neck, as they stalked closer to Spain's house.

Northern Ireland smiled softly up at his brother, while Prussia's turned a shocked face to the angel, "Don't tell the Awesome Me that you were actually involved in that?!"

"Well yes, I've actually been at least partly involved in a lot of the shows from my country - the good and the not so good - though sometimes I'm not sure how I get roped in."

Apparently North couldn't help but laugh at this last statement. "Some say that it's because they complimented your skills Artie?! You're a fucking sucker when people compliment something you do," the teen snorted with his arms crossed over his chest. He smirked triumphantly when his brother's face went bright red, his wings raising a bit as if he was going to either wrap himself up in them or fly off.

"Good thing you get teased more than you get complimented, huh Artie?" Connor teased even more, going so far as to nudge his brother in the side. At this France materialised between the two looking rather flirtatious.

"I will have to complement you often then mon cher, I have certain things I would like you to do. Ohonhonhon~"

"Gott, I would run if I were you Birdie, I know what sort of things he's talking about. They are not awesome." The ghost started cackling, doing the backstroke above them.

The Englishman frowned, knowing that he was the butt of the joke again, and stormed ahead before suddenly halting and hiding up against the small, waist-high wall. The other three immediately silenced and copied the Englishman's actions, remembering where exactly they were. The group all hid up against the wall next to England, even Prussia, possessed nations could see ghosts after all.
Being the closest to the end of the wall, France peaked round the corner only to pull back immediately, face pale. "Mon Dieu! Someone is coming this way!"

"That's it France, give away our fucking position," the freckled nation hissed, pressing up closer to the wall as if that would make him turn invisible.

Taking a chance, Prussia looked over the top of the wall, he cocked his head to the side before floating back down. England raised a questioning eyebrow at the ghost, waiting for the albino to tell him what he'd seen.

"It looked a lot like Spain, but I don't think it was him. He didn't see my awesomeness."

With that said, the English nation smiled and stood from his spot. This action caused Francis to latch onto Arthur's trouser legs and pull him back down. Ignoring the French nation, England perched himself on top of the wall, grinning.

"Arthur, you don't need to bother sneaking around my amigo. I took care of my irmão, he was starting to creep me out a bit so I hit him in the back on his head with my guitar. Obrigado (thank you) for enchanting that by the way, his hard head would have broken it otherwise," Portugal declared as he rested on the wall, looking down at the kneeling nations. He smiled widely at them, blowing the few stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes from the action out of the way. "Olá (Hello) no need to hide amigos, I knew it was you outside due to this," he pointed to a beaded necklace that hung around his neck, "You are not bad spies." The Portuguese nation had a playful smile on his face before he looked up to his friend, looking serious.

"Nice to see you Joao, I'm glad that you have kept that necklace after all this time. I'm a bit surprised that the charm still works on it, I did rush the spell."

"What spell was that Birdie? And why the hell is he so causal about hitting Toni round the head?"

"It just glows a certain colour depending on who is coming, gives him a bit of a warning if an enemy is nearby. Also Joao's relationship between his brother is a bit like mine with my brothers. We hit because we care."

France felt like saying that England must care about him a lot but stopped when he saw the serious look on both Portugal and England's faces. Usually when the pair were together, they were very relaxed. They could spend hours together and not say a word, just enjoying the other's presence.

"I'm glad that you are here Arthur. Antonio has been acting very strange, I know it isn't actually my Irmao, but the ghost is seriously worrying me. He has been asking a lot of questions about what I feel like being a nation.

"After I knocked him out, I had a look around his house. All of his guest rooms have been turned into several cells with our human names on then, all of them contesting what he has labelled as 'toys'. Arthur, his basement, it has been turned into one big cage. It has your name on it my amigo, and is full of torture equipment. I'm worried about you for when you face this ghost." Portugal spoke in a hushed tone as they walked to the house, trying to keep it so only the pair of them could hear.

Although Joao couldn't see the ghost, he could feel that the ghost was near his friend and, judging by the shape of England's hand, the ghost was holding it. The Portuguese nation allowed himself a small smile, it was nice to know he wasn't the only looking out for his friend.

"Don't worry Birdie we will face this together. We have Chickie with us as well and that kid won't let anything happen to you."

England squeezed the hand back, showing that he understood. He couldn't help but chuckle at Connor's new name. "So we are Duckie, Chickie and Birdie, are we the poultry trio or something?"

Portugal's small smile grew at the names, finding himself laughing alongside Prussia unknowingly. The ghost sat crossed legged in front of England, though still at eye level, looking deep in thought. "Nien, that's not awesome enough, I'll get back to you with an awesome name."

"You should call yourself the flock, mi amigo."

"Maybe, we'll sort that out later, right now let's go deal with whatever idiot thought they could possess your brother, a nation, and get away with it."

And there you go another chapter. I'm happy that I can finally have North not yelling at someone (Ireland) I said that he was a happy go lucky person but all he has done so far is yell at Pat.

I also like Portugal and I feel that I need more France...

errrrmm there was something else but I can't remember now...

Oh, if you ever go to France with a friend and they say lets climb the Eiffel Tower, keep in mind that there are a lot of steps.

review if you like and other things. I will probably remember the other thing for next time