A/N: Thank you Koukoutsi for helping with my French and Greek grammar! I seriously appreciate it! Unfortunetely, I'm still stuck with Google translate so if the sentences have errors (most likely) I apologize. Anyway, enjoy~!

The two nations walked out of the house and France closed and locked the door. France took Greece's hand, to which Greece blushed and gave it a squeeze, and began to lead the way. The two walked hand in hand down the walkway leading into France's capital. People paid them no mind, understanding of other's love. A couple of people would wave to France and give him greetings. France would wave back and speak words to them in his native tongue. Greece had always heard French was the language of love. It certainly sounded beautiful.

After a few more minutes, France came by a good friend of his.

"Bonjour, Francis!" The man waved to his friend, "Comment allez-vous1?"

"Bonjour!" France answered, "Et bien, merci2."

The man smiled and asked, "Qui est ce brave homme regardant avec vous3?"

France smiled in return, "Il s'agit d'Héraclès. Il est mon jour4."

The man nodded and said in shaky English, "It is good to meet you."

Greece smiled, "It's nice to meet you, too."

The man took Greece's hand and lightly kissed it before releasing it again.

"Au revoir," The man said with a wave. France waved as well and his friend walked off.

France turned to Greece and said, "Zat vas my friend Pierre. 'E doesn't speak a lot of English."

"He was very nice," Greece looked at his hand, "But why did he...?"

"Oh," France said, "Zat's just 'ow Frenchman act. It's pretty normal. Zey can do zat all zey vant. Only I can do zis."

Greece was about to ask what he meant when France leaned down to kiss him. Greece's eyes slipped shut as he wrapped his arms around France's neck. France wrapped his arms around Greece and held him tightly. France pulled back and opened his eyes to look at Greece. Greece opened his own eyes and France could see the slightest beginning of a haze. His face also had a slight red tint to it.

France smiled and said, "Je t'aime."

Greece couldn't help but smile as well, "Ki ego s' agapo."

France lowered his arms and took Greece's hand again, leading him to a small cafe.

"I love coming 'ere," France said, "I do so a lot. It seems like ze perfect place to go on your first full day in my country."

Greece blushed and smiled, "Yeah. It is perfect."

France smiled and gave Greece a quick kiss before opening the door for him, the bell giving a light ring.

Greece's cheeks became a light pink as he said, "Efchristo." and walking in. France closed the door, the bell ringing happily, and walked up behind him.

A young girl behind the counter saw France and smile, "Bonjour, Francis. C'est bon de vous voir5."

"Bonjour, Joan," France said with a smile, "C'est bon de vous voir aussi6."

The girl saw Greece and began to speak fluent English, "I see you 'ave brought somebody." She turned to Grece. "Vat's your name?"

"My name is Heracles," Greece answered with a smile.

France took Greece's hand and said, "Heracles est mon amour."

The girl smiled, "Je sais que vous devez être sérieux si vous l'avez amené ici7."

France smiled and the girl continued, "I'll take you to your usual table."

The girl stepped out from behind the podium and began to walk down an aisle to the back. France and Greece began to follow the girl and ended up at a small table with two chairs next to a large window.

"'Ere you are," The girl said, motioning to the table.

"Merci," France smiled at Joan and pulled out a chair. He motioned for Greece to sit in it, to which Greece blushed and said, "Efchristo." and sat down.

"Excuse me." Greece turned to Joan at the sound of her voice. "May I ask vat language zat vas?"

"Of course," Greece said, "It was Greek. I am Greek myself."

"Oh I've alvays vanted to go to Greece," Joan said with a smile, "I 'ear it is such a vonderful place."

"It is," France said, "I vent zere vith Heracles ze ozer day and I can safely say it is ze most beautiful place I 'ave ever visited."

Greece blushed but couldn't help but smile at France's words.

Joan smiled and said, "'Ow lovely. Anyvay, I know vat you vant Francis." She turned to Greece. "Vat vould you like?"

Greece was confused as to what he wanted, having never been to France before, never mind the cafe.

Luckily, France chimed in, "'E'll 'ave vat I usually 'ave." He turned to Greece, "Trust me. You'll love it."

Greece smiled and nodded. Joan couldn't help but smile at how much the two of them loved each other. She could see it in the way they were looking and smiling at each other. Plus, Greece couldn't help but blush and smile at France.

"Okay," Joan said, "I'll be back soon viz coffee."

Joan walked to the direction of the kitchen and left the two countries at their table.

"Everytime I come 'ere, I order ze same meal and sit at ze same table." France looked out the window. "I love zis table because I can see vat is 'appening along the streets of my country and ze water in ze distance. Joan knows not to give zis table to anybody else but me."

Greece smiled and laced his voice with sarcasm. "I must be special then."

"Yes." France smiled. "Yes you are."

Greece blushed and Joan came back with the coffee. She set them down on the table. "'Ere is your coffee. Your dishes vill be out shortly." Joan smiled and walked back to the kitchen.

France grabbed some sugar packets and ripped the tops of. He poured the sugar into his cup and added some milk. He stirred the ingredients together, turning the coffee from black to a light brown.

Greece did the same to his own coffee, using cream instead off milk. He took a sip and smiled. "Zis is really good."

France nodded. "Zey 'ave some of ze best coffee 'ere. Vait until our food comes."

Greece nodded and took another sip of his coffee, savoring the taste.

Joan came out soon after, with two plates. "'Ere you are. Two orders of escargo vith strawberry crepes and vip cream for dessert. Bon appetit."

"Merci." France smiled and Joan walked back to the kitchen.

Greece looked at the plate, confused. "Are these snails?"

"Yeah." France knew Greece would be confused and possibly grossed out at first. "It is actually very good. Try it."

Greece looked at it for a second before picking up his fork and stabbing the snail's body. He took the snail out of its shell and cautiously put it in his mouth. He chewed t a couple times before swallowing it. He remained expresionless for a second before smiling. "It is good."

"I knew you vould like it." France smiled and put some salt on his own. "Put some salt on it. It's a lot better viz salt."

France held out the salt shaker, which Greece took and used to put salt on his escargo. He picked his fork back up and ate another one. He smiled. "Wow... It is better."

France smiled in return and continued to eat his own food. The two ate the rest of the snails and France's smile widened. "Now for ze best part."

France took the two plates of crepes and handed one to Greece, putting the other in front of himself. He handed Greece a clean fork and knife and said, "Try zis."

Greece took the utensils and stabbed his fork into the dessert. He cut it with the knife and raised the fork to his mouth, chewing it slowly. He swallowed and paused before his face broke out into a smile. "It's amazing."

"I told you." France winked and began to eat his own. Greece tried to eat it slowly, wanting to savor the taste. France ate his rather quickly, having eaten the food practically his whole life.

Greece saw he was done and asked, "I'm sorry, are you waiting for me?"

"No, it's fine." France smiled warmly. "Take all ze time you need."

Greece smiled and nodded but ate a little faster anyway. Greece finished his and smiled. France left money for the meal on the table plus a handsome tip and they left the cafe.

1 Comment allez-vous?(French) How are you?

2 Et bien, merci.(French) And good, thanks.

3 Qui est ce brave homme regardant avec vous? (French) Who is this good looking fellow with you?

4 Il s'agit d'Héraclès. Il est mon jour. (French) This is Heracles. He is my date.

5 Bonjour, Francis. C'est bon de vous voir. (French) Hello Franvis. It is good to see you.

6 Je sais que vous devez être sérieux si vous l'avez amené ici. (French) I know you must be serious if you brought him here.

A/N: I understand that Paris really isn't all it's cracked up to be but I just made it like this because they're in love and I wanted them to have a nice day. Of course the city is huge so it probably smells like car fumes, but we'll look past that. I only wrote them going to one cafe anyway and I'm sure France has some decent food somewhere. Besides, France is shown as a good cook in the anime so I'm playing off of that. Anywho, reveiws and constructive criticism are nice~!