A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! This is my special gift to you. Feel free to cram yourself with food and enjoy a nice fan fiction today!
That same afternoon, after a few failed tests at England's newest attempt at good food, he and Avalon sat down for some embroidering.
"This can really get your mind off how badly I cook." England sighed as he pulled the needle through the fabric and back again.
"Eevee!" Avalon agreed, sitting on a chair to watch.
"What is this?" The sudden, unexpected voice directly in his ear made England almost fling the fabric across the room.
"What are you doing in my house, frog face?" England stood up and turning around, screaming in France's face.
"I came over to mess with your needle work again, of course. Bt now I want to know that this is." France scooped Avalon off the chair. "Is it one of your… friends?"
"Get your bloody hands off him!" England snatched the poor Eevee from the other nation's arms.
"Oh, so it is one of your imaginary friends!" France made a dirty, knowing face that made Avalon shudder in fear and England hold the Eevee closer.
"H-he's mine and that's all you need to know!" Scowling the best he could, England curled one of his hands into a fist, ready to attack if you needed to. "Now get out of my house!"
"Fine, fine." France opened the front door and left. A plan developing in his mind, he smiled evilly and started down the street.
"Open the door!" The door rattled with each impatient, hammering punch. France had been knocking for ten minutes now, shivering on the Canadian's doorstep. Finally, some form of life shifted the shifted curtains on the inside. A fluffy white polar bear, about as tall as the doorknob, answered his knocking. "Hello, Kumajiro. Where's Canada?"
"Who?" The little polar bear scratched his head, slightly confused.
"Your owner?"
"Oh, him! He left to go to America's house six hours ago." Kumajiro gestured to where the missing car would be in the driveway. The phone rang again from the living room. Kumajiro left to go get it, leaving the door wide open. While he was on the phone, France took the opportunity to go inside and warm up by the fireplace. "Okay. See you then, Bye." Kumajiro walked over and curled up by the fireplace.
"Who was that?" France shivered, crossed his arms and tucked his hands under his arms.
"Who was who?" Kumajiro stared blankly at the fire.
"On the phone." France shifted from foot to foot, restless.
"Oh. Canada."
"What did he say?" Frances pretended not to sound too interested, but was really paying rapt attention.
Kumajiro had to think for a bit, trying to remember what his owner said. "He's on his way back, and will be here around dinner time. It wasn't an important enough reason to stay over at America's house." Kumajiro scratched behind his ear.
"Um, can I stay for a bit? I have nowhere to be today, and I haven't seen Canada in forever." Warm now, France takes off his coat and hangs it on the rack at the door.
"Sure." Kumajiro responded sleepily as he fell into a light nap by the fire.
It was eight o'clock at night when Canada finally arrived home, Snowflake riding promptly on his shoulders. Getting out his keys, he noticed that there was already a light on inside. Canada was also surprised to find that the door was unlocked. Cautiously opening the door, he was a little surprised to find France sitting in his living room, waiting for Canada to return home.
"Ah ha! It's just as I expected! You have one of those things!" France got up from where he was sitting and pointed at Snowflake.
"What? Do you mean that you didn't get one too this morning?" Canada dropped his stuff and took off his coat to put on the coat rack. Snowflake jumped onto Canada's head to avoid falling to the floor.
"Oh, so there's more than one of these things?" France sounded a little offended, and very jealous. He angrily strode over to the door, still pointing at Snowflake.
"Eevee!" Snowflake, insulted, tensed her muscles and prepared to jump.
"Calm down, Snowflake." Canada reached up to pet her reassuringly.
France's evil plan was blossoming in his head. "You even named that thing? It looks like it should be in a circus or a zoo!" France tried to hide a smile as his insults took the expected reaction.
Snowflake could no longer control herself, and she launched off the Canadian's head. Both people underestimated Snowflake's abilities. Not only did her powerful launch send Canada's head snapping backwards, but she landed the flying blow square in France's chest, knocking him to his butt with an audible "Oof."
But Snowflake's attack backfired on her. After her tackle, France quickly took hold of Snowflake by wrapping one arm around her legs and using the other hand to hold the back of her neck. Before Canada could react, France had his coat and was out the door. All Canada could do was watch helplessly out the window as France took off in his car, Snowflake struggling against her restraints and calling to him from the backseat.
He watched in shock until the car turned a corner and was gone from sight. He watched silently as the choking snow began to fall, blotting out all other emotions until all he could do was cry.
A/N: Well, that just about wraps it up for this chapter! Don't worry; France won't be the only antagonist in this story. I hope the next chapter won't take so long to write! Yet I get the same strange feeling that this one was super short too... Is it just me? Anyways, be shure to give thanks and enjoy yourself!
Other than that…
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-SA ;P