He got back down and looked around the bar. Eva was not there yet. However, there was a chick with the cutest bottom he had seen in a while.

A hot Frenchie at nine o'clock. I guess sis will have to wait, he thought as he ordered two glasses of champagne.

"Excuse me, Miss, will you hold this for me, please?"

Hynek's preferred seduction strategy (which he copied from France*, by the way), was to order two drinks (classy ones), hand one to the victim (who was just trying to be polite) and clink glasses with her. Ladies were usually too taken aback and/or impressed to react so they just went on with the game.

This time, however, it was him who jumped in surprise as the girl turned around.

"Hyňo! Oh my god! That's so sweet!" she squeaked, taking hold of the glass.

"Errr… Hi, Eva," he managed, still recovering from the shock. The weight of the things he imagined doing to her a second ago was crushing him. He gulped, trying to push those ideas into some abandoned corner of his brain, never to be retrieved.

"I… I don't know what to say. That's so thoughtful! Thank you, big brother!" She smiled, eyeing him lovingly.

The Czech's heart jumped. She hadn't called him that for at least a century. He quickly got back to his old, collected self.

"You know, I thought I've been a little harsh lately and I wanted to make it up to you. I noticed you have grown to like French wines. I thought you might enjoy this."

And it isn't a complete made-up-on-the-spot lie, he reflected. I don't really care which kind of alcohol seeps into your blood as long as you're having a good time.

"I'm sure I will," she replied, still grinning from ear to ear.

"By the way, what's with the new look? Not bad at all."

The whole makeover story made Eva think a lot about whom she was and whom she wanted to be. In the end, she decided to keep the clothes, use only basic makeup and wear her hair tied into one thick plait, the way her people used to.

"Thank you." She looked timidly down, then up at him again. "Anyway, I wanted to meet up to tell you we received the decision earlier today. We are officially separated now." She handed him a letter with a big stamp on it.

"Well, let's drink to that, then!" her no-longer-husband suggested, raising his glass.

"Actually, brother," she ventured. "If you don't mind, I think I'd much rather have a beer."

A warm feeling took over the young man. I haven't completely lost her after all.

"The beer it is then!" He ordered two and they toasted.

Eva had a gulp and almost choked.

"Eww… I forgot what French beer tastes like," she commented, but his attention was already aimed elsewhere. She turned her head to see two drop dead gorgeous women sitting down at a nearby table.

"Say." She leaned in. "I might go greet them and drop something like 'My brother there has just divorced and is feeling devastated. Would you please cheer him up a bit?'," she purred in mischief.

Hynek raised an eyebrow, but quickly put it down. Manually.

"No, Eva, today is brother and sister time," he said, serious.

She couldn't help smirking.

"Look at you, acting all smug and everything! We can meet up any time, but what are the odds of you hooking up with them again? Good night, brother." She pecked his cheek and left to speak to the girls. A minute later, they looked at him, two of them smiling hungrily, one winking.

You're the best. Sister. Ever, he thought later that night as he fell asleep with two naked beauties cuddling closer.

*Reference to the movie Les gamins (Brats), quite funny and watchable compared to most French movies :)

-THE END-

EPILOGUE (contains some very light man-to-man action)

"Tchèquie?" Walking through a corridor, Hynek suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Not you again… What do you want this time?" he sighed as he saw Francis coming towards him.

"I've got some business with you, mon ami. And you should really try to be more respectful, you know." the blond teased again.

"Not in a milion years," Czechia snorted.

"You seem so sure about that. I suppose that you do not wish to apply for membership in EU anymore, then?"

Oh shit, Hynek realized. It's true that this moron was one of its founders. I completely forgot about that.

He bit his tongue, trying his best to mind his manners.

"What is it you need then?"

"That's more like it." France winked.

I don't know for how long I can keep this up, mused the Slav. Looking at him, I just want to hit him in the face with something heavy and… Nice, Hynek. Be nice.

"As a potential future candidate, I need to collect some data on you. For starters, Slovakia decided to separate from you, but she is much weaker economically than yourself. What are your actions in order to facilitate the transfer?"

"I'm glad you asked," he replied with confidence. "Our biggest initiative is to divide the former country's debt unequally, that means that I remain responsible for the major part of it." The whole scheme was a tad of messy, but the young man was extremely proud of his engagement.

"How interesting," France muttered, grabbing the other man's jaw and forcing him into a rather hungry kiss.

Hynek froze, his existence suddenly flooded by a confusing mixture of unknown feelings. What the hell was that pervert doing?! He wanted to kill him on the spot. Yet at the same time, he didn't. The man's lips were soft as a woman's, but seductively rude and demanding. A tingling sensation took over his body, preventing him from fighting back.

Finally France broke the kiss, thus setting the brunet free again.

"Why the FUCK did you do that?!" Irate, he did his best not to strangle the older man.

"You said you were paying some of your sister's debts. It so happens that when you were still one country, she promised me a kiss. She didn't seem eager to pay, so I figured you would," Francis sneered.

Czechia sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes. Somehow he ended up doing that every time that guy was around.

Eva, we need to talk.

-THE END-