A smug air skidded across France's ego as he sauntered up to the vaguely familiar silveret. "Prussia! Five years! Five years and all I get is a 'will you join my army?' How rude!"
The Prussian gave him a devious smirk and tilted his head to the side. "But you came anyways, didn't you France? Thank you for that; do you know if Spain is coming?"
"How should I know? Spain and I do not live together. As I'm sure you know, Prussia, my love is reserved for ladies like, oh let me think, Hungary." France's voice was low and smooth and he loved it.
A smirk danced onto France's face as he watched Prussia give off an angry and horrified look. Ah yes, jealousy had always been France's favorite tool, but admittedly it was much more fun when he was telling the truth…
France was pulled out of his thoughts by the rustling of leaves, and without thought jerked his head towards a near by tree. Prussia did too, and before they knew what was happening, the well-tanned blur that was Spain's face popped into view above the shaded yellow leaves. "Hi guys!"
France shook his head, clearing his disbelief away before falling into an indignant tone. "Spain, what the hell are you doing up in a tree?"
"Looking for you, of course." Spain had on that jovial smile of his; it was always there gleaming with overwhelming happiness. God that smile pissed France off.
Prussia just gave off his equally constant smirk and spoke in a challenging voice. "So, have you come to help me?"
"Well, not if you're going to say it like that." Spain began slithering his way down the tree as he talked. "You know when Romano talks to me in that tone he gets sent to his room for a time out." France couldn't help but snicker at the thought of Spain sending Prussia to his room. He kept listening.
Prussia shot Spain a pout. "I'm not a five year old!" "And nether is Romano." Spain was on the ground now, walking towards his argumentative friend. "But I still help him; if you're nice I'll help you defeat Austria. How about it?" He held out his hand to shake, and Prussia accepted eagerly.
France couldn't help it any more. "Oh! Me to, me to! I'll help!" He knew he sounded childish, but he didn't care, and the others were laughing so it was worth it.
France had never liked war. But with friends by his side, this one might just be acceptable.
AN: i finally updated! also Spain's a bit OOC in this, i know so please don't hate me.
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