Galehus

Part 2

"No."

"Prusse—"

"No. No fucking way."

France sighed as he stared into the depths of his wine glass, hoping that it might give him an idea of how to get Prussia to agree to the idea. It didn't. So he took a sip from it instead before glancing over at Spain. Maybe he could get assistance from hi—

That idea died before it even had a chance to burst into life. As he realized that Spain was very happily sitting in his seat, in a pub, drawing on his napkin with a red crayon that had probably been left by a child who had been sitting here earlier.

"Look, Francis!" And he suddenly lifted the napkin and shoved it into France's face, beaming like the oblivious idiot that he was.

France's eyes took a moment to adjust to the fact that the thing was only an inch from his nose, but after a few seconds was finally able to make out that he'd drawn a tomato. With a scowling face. And a curl sticking out from the left side...

"It's Lovi!"

Note to self: Never even think about asking Spain for advice ever again.

"There is no fucking way that I am doing anything that the frying pan-wielding devil-woman asks. Besides, I told you that I didn't want to do anymore matchmaking when you came up with that crazy scheme involving England and America! I got fucking punched in the face because of that!"

"But, mon ami, I also got punched in the face while I was helping bring you and Mathieu together."

Prussia flashed France an irritated glare at that remark. "One, you got punched in the face because you kissed Artie while America was in the building. Two, I didn't need your advice. I could have gotten together with Mattie awesomely without you sticking your nose into my business."

France grinned slightly at this, resting his chin in his palm as he took another sip from his glass. "Really, Prusse? How far have you gotten with mon cher Mathieu since then?"

Prussia immediately tensed up, amusing France greatly. Ah, how simple it was to rile up his friend. Almost too easy. He did need a challenge right now and, even if Prussia refused to admit it, matchmaking their fellow nations was an incredibly entertaining hobby. And gave them something to do besides bother England or Austria or one of their other neighbours.

France grinned slightly as he stared into Prussia's face, before reaching over to take another sip of his wine and finding the glass empty. At least his favourite little human waiter just-so-happened to be passing their table. "Garçon! More wine, si vous plait?"

The man blushed immediately at the Frenchman's voice, but he hurriedly nodded and ran off toward the bar in response.

Prussia frowned at the look France sent after the waiter. "Is he why you keep dragging us into this fucking pub where you can't even get any decent beer?"

"Oui."

Spain was still off in his own little world, now drawing a larger tomato holding hands with the Lovino-tomato; this one with a ridiculously huge smile that matched the one currently on Spain's face.

"Anyway, mon ami," France continued, one eye still on his target. England's citizens were so fun to seduce. "Even if you are having trouble with own love life, that doesn't mean you should deny l'amour to cher Denmark."

"I am not having trouble with my love life!" Prussia jumped to his feet at this, glaring down at France with an interesting expression that somehow mixed intense embarrassment and obvious fury. It probably would have reminded Spain of his precious Romano if he'd actually been paying attention to anything besides the napkin-picture, which now contained three little tomatoes holding hands under the two larger tomatoes.

France made a mental note to steal that picture later and mail it to Romano. His reaction would be priceless.

"But you and Mathieu aren't even sharing a room, oui? You moved in with him almost a month ago and you haven't done anything." France sighed, as if this was the worst thing that could possibly have happened. "How l'amour changes people. I thought you were the mighty Prussia who used to run around Europe 'seizing vital regions' or whatever you called it."

"I'm still as awesome as I was before!" Prussia shouted this just a bit too loudly, earning an irritated glare from the bartender, who looked as if he quite wanted to just walk over to them and bash one of them over the head with the bottle of rum he was currently holding. "I just—I mean—Mattie wants to take it slow and... I just don't want to overcome him with my awesomeness is all! It's hard to take this much awesomeness in at one time!"

...You knew you'd been spending too much time around America when the first thing that popped into your head at that statement was 'that's what she said'. France immediately shook his head to rid his mind of the incredibly immature thought. He needed to stay away from America for a few months. Or years...

"Prusse, mon cher ami..."

"No! I already said that I'm not helping you!"

France sighed. All right, it was time to bring out his trump card then."What if I could get you something that would make mon cher Mathieu incredibly happy with you? Something that Mathieu would kill to have?"

Prussia hesitated, staring at France with a rather suspicious expression that was entirely unjustified. Had France ever done anything to justify that sort of look?

Don't answer that question.

"What sort of thing? If it's some sort of sex toy, I swear that I'll bash your head in with this fucking table."

"Non, mon ami." France grinned as he leaned forward onto the table that he'd just been threatened with. "I have in my possession, two tickets to a hockey game that I know for a fact Mathieu has been dying to go to. Unfortunately, the game was sold out when he tried to get tickets and he's much too good of a nation to use his special privileges to get tickets some other way."

"How'd you get tickets, then?" Prussia questioned, still staring at him suspiciously, although not quite as badly as he had been before.

"I'm not as good a nation as Mathieu is." France glanced back toward the bar, where the bartender and waiter were engaged in a conversation, the bartender pointing toward their table every few seconds.

Really, what horrible service.

"So, you'll give me these tickets for Mattie if I agree to help you?"

Ah, France could already tell that he had him. "It's a fair trade, oui? You get to make cher Mathieu incredibly happy and you get to spread l'amour to two dear nations who are in desperate need!"

Prussia still didn't look convinced, but he was definitely thinking about it. And that's all France really needed.

"Although, I suppose that I could always take mon petit Mathieu..."

The response was surprisingly immediate. "Fine!" And now Prussia grabbed his mug and gulped most of it down before slamming it against the table. Breaking the handle off in the process. "I'll fucking do it!"

Ah, France loved how easy it was to rile his friend up. "Magnifique! Then we shall start planning immediately, oui?" He glanced at Spain. "Right, Antoine?"

Spain looked up, seemingly startled that he'd suddenly been brought into this conversation. He probably had no idea what they were talking about. "Ah, right about what?"

"It's right that the three of us should spend more time together, oui? Why don't you come over to my house tonight, Antoine, and we'll spend lots of time together in the hot tub?" He scooted closer, taking advantage of Spain's complete confusion and denseness to slide his hands down to the Spaniard's belt and begin to tug the leather free.

Spain blinked once and then laughed before shaking his head. "But I already promised Lovi that I'd make him churros tonight!"

"How unfortunate." France rested his face against Spain's neck, breathing in the scent of his friend. How he enjoyed his dear Antoine and his incredible ability for not noticing things. There needed to be more people like Spain in the world.

"Um...sirs?"

France glanced up to see the waiter standing beside their table, eyeing them with an expression that couldn't decide whether it should be shocked, horrified, or intrigued, so it kept switching between the three.

France grinned back in response, holding out a hand for the wine he'd brought. "Ah, lovely. Merci."

"Is that all you need for now?"

France smirked back, earning a flush in response. How cute. "For now, oui. I'm sure I'll be able to think of something else later, perhaps? Closer to closing time?"

"Ah...yes..." He took a step backwards, his flush darkening, before he hurriedly spun around and moved on to one of the other tables.

France chuckled to himself as he watched him go. And then returned his attention back to his captured Spaniard. Until he noticed that Prussia was still glaring at him.

"I hate you."

France shook his head in response, resting his chin on his free hand as he stared in amusement at his obviously irritated friend. "Non, non, mon ami. Just think of how happy cher Mathieu will be once you hand him those tickets."

"I still hate you. Although I do know someone else who hates you more."

"Qui?"

And then the screech came from the front door, startling most people in the pub so that they all turned toward the infuriated Italian who'd just walked in. "Where the fuck are you, Spagna? You're supposed to be making churr—What the fuck are you doing to Spagna, fucking wine bastard!"

And France sighed as he removed his hands from Spain's pants. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

And Spain, in typical Spain-fashion, just beamed when he saw his precious Romano in the door. "Lovi! Come look at the picture I drew of us!"

A/N: Yay! Guess what I'm doing tonight? EUROVISION PARTY! With tea! Lots of tea :D I'm excited. *happy dance*

Anyway, soooooo... I would just like to say... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE FEEDBACK! 40 reviews and I've only written 1 chapter? *jaw drops* Ah. Ah. Yeah, I don't know how else to respond. Except to say that I will try my hardest to make this story worth your attention! *determinedly pounds fist into hand*

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