If you've read my other story:"France, Eh?"(https/m./s/13947594/1/France-Eh) Please note the story is the same till the end of chapter 2 where we end with the bad touch trio. After that the story is completely different.
"Hey, France!" A voice called out loudly from behind. "Who do you think you're leaving without, bastard?" England's irritated voice rung out. "You promised we'd go together, wanker!"
Canada turned slowly, looking surprised. "Um, are you talking to me?"
"Huh?" England pulled up short. "C-Canada? I'm sorry, I thought you-" He looked ashamed. " You looked like France from behind." He muttered, embarrassed.
"Eh?" Canada's eyes went round. He'd often be mistaken for America, but never for France before.
England's phone buzzed, and he turned even redder as he read his message. "Ah, never mind. It seems something came up and he won't be able to come today." He looked sheepishly at Canada. "Even though I was waiting for him, that ass." He waved awkwardly at Canada and turned to go. "I'll see you later, then!"
For a moment Canada was frozen, thinking. Then, he looked down at the blue t-shirt he was borrowing from America, and slowly, an idea started to form. What if he... pretended to be France. He spoke French too, he looked similar enough, and while he wasn't a pervert, he did know a thing or two about sex...
"France?" England said in surprise when he entered the room. "I thought that you couldn't come today?"
France smiled knowingly and shook his wavy blonde hair. "Désolé for earlier, Britain. I was able to make time at the last minute." France explained, his French accent seeming slightly different than normal.
England stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what was different. "Did you shave?" England was surprised, staring at his smooth chin.
"Eh? oh, oui!" France winked. "I feel it makes me look très beau." He leaned in closer to England, as though to show off.
Instantly England chopped him in the head. "Stay away, frog!"
France smiled as though he knew a secret, and with a light laugh, France left and slipped into his seat, next to where Canada usually sat. Canada's seat was empty today, which was just as well as Russia came in next and promptly sat down in it. Russia's three vasal nations trailed behind him, timidly as always, but it wasn't long until Estonia wandered off to find Iceland, and Lithuania snuck off to speak with Poland, leaving a terrified Latvia alone with Russia.
Russia occupied himself with feeding the small nation with sweets, which Latvia accepted timorously.
"Bonjour, Russia." France greeted, his arm accidentally brushing Russia as he sat down.
"Do not touch me." Russia responded pleasantly, with a cold smile.
"I didn't mean-" France began, but Russia ignored him, instead reaching out to brush some crumbs off Latvia's face.
Latvia flinched away from Russia, and France noticed the hurt look in Russia's eyes. He gently placed a comforting hand on Latvia's head, ignoring the ever threatening aura Russia was emitting.
"Russia, you are so large and intimidating," He began, trying not to sound nervous himself. "Because of that you must move slower or it will be scary~" he purred, reaching out a hand with gentle movements towards Russia. "You have something in your 'air. " He announced, gently smoothing at Russia's hair and tucking it back, before pulling his hand back. "See?" France offered to the surprised Russian. "If you move slowly and announce your intention it is less scary. Try it~" he encouraged.
Russia blinked, evidently wondering what the hell was going on, before he slowly brought his hand up, though his movements were nowhere near as gentle or smooth as France's.
"You have crumbs on face." He announced, using his gloved thumb to wipe the offending crumbs from Latvia's face.
The baltic country was still trembling, but this time he didn't flinch away. "Ah t-thank you Mr. Russia." Latvia stammered out.
Russia's eyes were wide with wonder. Normally instead of thanking him, the Baltic nations would cry "I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" He stared at his hand in surprise.
"See?" France said in a satisfied tone. "If you only communicate and move a slower, you will be understood better. Well, I 'ave to go, Spain is calling moi. " He swirled away and his cape fluttered a little with the motion. Russia stared at France's back for a moment longer, still comprehending the situation.
"Mr. France seems different today." Latvia ventured cautiously.
"Da." Russia agreed, watching as Spain grabbed France by the arm and pulled him down into the seat next to him.