It seems like a lot wished for team Hungary and Japan, but it needs to be Francis. But don't worry, Japan will appear. 8D;;

If you're wondering why I use country names in my A/N but use human names in my fics, I just feel more comfortable using country names.

I just, you know, think they sound more human with their human names.

…anyway, enjoy~

Francis listened intently on the other line. A smile crept on his face as he imagined what was going to happen.

"Ah, ma cherie—"Francis held the phone away from his ear, twisting his face into a pout. "Mon dieu, Elizaveta, it isn't a sin to be called dear in the language of l'amour." He braced himself for another outburst, but as the other line kept silent, he continued. "As I was saying…Elizaveta, this plan of yours, it is, ah, a tad bit drastic, non?"

"Yes," Elizaveta impatiently replied, "But those two are as dense as rocks. No, screw that. Roddy's density's way more than a rock. At least we know Gilbert can make the first move."

"Ah," Francis smiled, "He isn't a heartless vital region taker as you think, ma cherie—non, I shall call you ma cherie, dear Gilbert also has a bit of…shame, too. He takes vital regions for the sake of expanding his land. Now that, well, he's no longer a nation, "he paused for a moment, "He no longer has a need to take them."

"Well," she replied, "Then if Gilbert really returns Roderich's feelings, he wouldn't mind taking them again."

"Ohoho, slow down," The Frenchman chuckled, "we don't even know if dear Gilbert likes him or not. But I suppose this is where I enter the equation, non?"

"Yes…"

"What do I get from this?"

"…What?"

"What will I get from helping you? Of course, I don't usually help for free."

Elizaveta's face twisted into a cruel smile. "I'll tell Arthur about last night."

Francis, on the other hand, paled considerably. "W-What are you talking about, Eliza?" He chuckled nervously. "Nothing happened last night." A laugh followed. Oh dear, this is bad. "I bet you don't have proof."

"I have a photo." Elizaveta smirked, playing the phone cord. "All I need now is Arthur to see it."

"I-It wasn't intentional! We were both drunk and—"

"Will you explain that to your dear lover, hmmm?"

"…Fine, I'll help out."

"Good," Elizaveta agreed. "Tell me when he agrees, will you?" With that, she hung up.

"Eh?" Was all Roderich could say. He was just kneading some dough for pastries when Elizaveta just waltzed in and asked him if she wanted to have a camping trip.

"It'll be fun!" She promised. "It's been centuries since we've done anything together, it'll take your mind off things too." Roderich sighed, this was getting troublesome.

"If I agree—"He began, until he was interrupted by the Hungarian "Yes! So you agree? Then meet us—"

"I'm not done," Roderich frowned, "How long will this outing last?"

"Hmmm…a week or so," Elizaveta concluded. Upon seeing the increasing frown on the Austrian's face, she smirked. "It's not like you have anything else to do."

Roderich pondered about it. If ever he went, he would have to endure countless stories of her 'research' (If you thought about it, her research was basically x-rated experiences) on the other hand, it's really been centuries since they've spent time together. Perhaps they could spend it in peace.

Plus, it would really be a breath of fresh air from his thoughts circulating about Gilbert.

"Eh?" Gilbert said in disbelief. "You want me to go and do something un-awesome like camping?"

Francis nodded, tracing the rim of his wine glass, with his finger. "Yes, dear Gilbert, so what do you say?"

"No." He said flatly, setting his tankard down. "I think it's not awesome enough for my time." As he ordered another round of beer, Francis raised his eyebrow.

"What if I said Roderich was coming?"

When Gilbert visibly stiffened, he chuckled.

"Mon dieu, how come whenever you hear his name, you always act all stiff? Relax." Francis laughed, sipping a bit of his wine. "What is it about this Austrian, hmm?"

"Nothing," The Prussian said through his teeth. He took a swig of his beer, then continued. "I just think it's pretty surprising that someone like him would actually do something that would get himself dirty." He had a small smile on his face as he said this.

"Do you like him?" Francis smirked. He took pleasure in seeing the albino before him choke on his drink.

"WHAT—NO!" Gilbert (awesomely) shouted. "He's a prissy, stuffy, always needs to get things right, has a stick up his ass, and—"

"But you always go to his house." Francis pointed out.

Gilbert turned pink, which was quite easy to spot, since he was pale as is. As it was because of that statement, or the alcohol, Francis didn't know.

"It's fun teasing him." He retaliated. Francis smiled and sighed.

"I hear people take fun in teasing the ones they love." He said suggestively. The said Prussian glared at him and drained his tankard before continuing.

"Stop being such a prick, Francis." He muttered under his breath.

"So will you go?" Francis prodded. He finished the remains of his red wine, savoring his taste as he waited for the other's reply.

"God damn it, fine." Gilbert sighed irritably, setting his tankard down. "But this better be worth it, Francis."

"It will, mon cher." He replied, standing up.

"Oh, and I have a question."

"Oui?"

"Why isn't Antonio with us?"

"Oh, because he said something about picking Lovino's tomatoes."

Gilbert chose to not say anything.

I wonder if Prussia seems too OOC here :\ oh well, it's my head canon that he shows his true nature when people talk about personal things. His true nature is all serious and stiff like his younger brother 8D;; of course, that won't stop him from cussing and being egoistic.

Reviews are love, loves. 3

EDIT: trolol, my french sucks, so thanks to cake-error for the heads up!