A/N One specific review inspired me to write an epilogue. Hope you guys like it!
Epilogue
The man sighed as he was finally forced to pay the annoyingly pricey bill. Scrawling his human name onto the receipt he grit his teeth at the aggravatingly high price for a disgusting meal. The two stood and bade farewell to each other.
Francis pushed open the glass doors and came out onto the pavement. The asphalt littered with gum and trash of different sorts. He stowed his hands deep into his pockets as he walked over to the small silver Citroyen that was parallel parked in a reserved area.
He yawned, walking over to the drivers side of the car. He dug around in his pockets for his keys, an unlit Gallois* dangling from his teeth. Francis drove the keys into the key hole and stood by to light his black cigarette. Head down, hands covered his mouth as he lit the cigarette he saw something scratched into the beautiful silver paint job of his car.
Scowling the man bent down and read the keying: "Allez au diable, vous pervertir visqueux. N'est-ce pas ne mess avec le Texas. J'ai pris la liberté de mettre de la colle dans la serrure." Translated it said: "Gotohellyouslimypervert. Ain't no one messes with Texas. I tookthe liberty ofputtingglue in thekeyhole."
France immediately tried to pull the key out of the lock; but the glue held fast. Bracing a foot on the drivers-side window he tried to rip the key out. This sadly resulted in the window cracking and Francis yelling angrily in French.
"Seems like you got some trouble with your car their, Francis." A smug looking Texan said perched atop his Harley, the engine thrumming almost happily. Francis glared at the man, the Texan had purposely made his voice sound even more Southern style than usual. Just to annoy him, the American probably knew he hated the English language.
"Oui, my car is stuck." He glowered at the American who let out a snort;
"I might have offered assistance if I wasn't the one who did it in the first place, amigo."
The Frenchman finally wrenched the key out of the lock. Almost falling backwards as he did so.
He could hear the Texan chuckling in the background. Straightening out his clothes he inserted the key once more and turned it; the familiar 'click' sounded out as he opened the door.
Getting in he turned the car on. He could hear the roar of the Harley as the Texan sped off. Sighing in annoyance he put the car in reverse and pressed the gas pedal down lightly. Backing up he maneuvered out of the small parking lot and onto the road.
Fin~
A/N I think France learned to not mess with Texas. XD Go! Push that button that say review! I want to hear what you think!
*= A Gallois is a type of French cigarette, instead of it being made with white paper it's made with black paper.