Francis throws a bitch fit

Germany stomped down the halls of the elaborate mansion, hearing muffled screaming growing clearer and clearer. France had stuck to his word and thrown a huge fit over not getting paints, and was now having an enormous tantrum. "FOR ZHE LOVE OF GOTT JUST SHUT UP!" He bellowed at the French nation, bursting into his office, red faced and with a vein in his forehead dangerously close to popping. "I have jour paint, now shut zhe fick up." He handed over a box of paints to France, who set down the vase he was about to throw. Francis looked through the box, nose wrinkling when he saw the German man's choice in color.

"I don't 'ave any paper." Francis whined, a calculating glint that Ludwig failed to notice in his eyes. Ludwig slammed his head onto the desk and groaned, voice slightly muffled.

"Just take any paper und get out of my sight." Francis nodded, grabbing a stack of forms and orders with rather official looking seals on them. Just as he was about to exit the room, Ludwig spoke up. "Jou are really more trouble zhan jou are vorth, jou know zhat?"

Francis paused with his hand on the doorknob, smirking cruelly even though Germany couldn't see him. "Merci beaucoup, I try." he shut the door behind him and got to work.

~Small time skip~

"VHAT ZHE HELL IZ ZHIS?" Germany screamed, staring with wide eyes at the paper in front of him. Francis had taken the liberty to paint some rather lewd pictures around the borders of the pages, and was now skipping around, looking far too pleased with himself.

"My merveilleux paintings! Do you like eet?" The Frenchman asked, batting his eyelashes.

"Nein! Get zhose avay from my sight! Burn zhem I don't care vhat jou do but don't let mein bruder see!" He yelled with a red face, shoving the papers back at France. "Mein gott, jou are even vorse zhan Italy!" France took the papers and hurried out, laughing to himself. After giving them to Pierre to send, he sat at his desk, awaiting a call from England. The phone rang about five minutes after he had sent the papers and he picked up, grinning.

"Allo?"

"Francis what the fuck."

"Ah so you got the papers."

"Yeah and the information is priceless but bloody hell Francis did you really have to draw dicks all over the pages? I can't give that to my boss!"

"My dear that was the only way to get those papers. Poor Germany was so embarrassed he begged me to get rid of them. I'll help isolate the region to disrupt communication ok?"

"Be careful. I'll get Alfred and Matthew to help in Normandy. Omaha, and Utah are for Alfred, Juno is for Matthew, and Gold as well as Sword are mine."

"Matthieu is strong than you realize, that boy will go far, and must Alfred use the names of his states for me? How horrible."

"Oh shut it frog. Apologies in advance for all the pain. Francis?"

"Yes my dear?" Francis asked, about to hang up, he used the paints to disguise his face, and put his long blonde hair up into a cap. He was about to explode a few German information carrying trains to isolate the region where the attack was going to be. It was dangerous work, but the nations were the closest beings to immortal there were, and he did not wish to see his brave citizens die when he could do the job himself. He heard Arthur take a long, quavering breath and Francis had to blink back tears.

"I love you. Please don't do anything reckless, I couldn't live without you. This blasted war will be over soon, but it will all be worthless if I can't see you again. In case I never hear your voice again, I want you to know that I love you."

"I love you more than words can describe, my dear Arthur. Not a single second has passed in all these centuries where I stopped loving you. I shall see your beautiful face soon, don't worry. I love you, Arthur Kirkland, England, Albion, Land of the angles. I always will." With that France hung up, eyes watery and blinking away tears as he exited through a secret tunnel that led into the catacombs and out of Paris, heading on his mission.