"Wha..What?!" England stared into France's eyes. They were serious. He wasn't joking or was he? He never knew with France.

"Answer, carefullyEngland," France whispered to him breathlessly, "I don't know what my reaction would be yet. I might just go off again." He got a little bit closer, so close that England could feel his breath and it smelled of wine, a lot of wine.

"Have you been drinking?!" France seemed taken aback by his comment. He eyes became hollow for second until amusement returned. He pushed England flat on his back with France over him.

"Of course England, what else would I 'ave been doing all alone?" Laughing at England's face France pulled him back into a sitting position. "And they say I'm a pervert honhonhon. I 'ave been drinking with America." France walked back to the window. It was unlocked like he said. England swore he locked that window.

"Oh, before I go England, don't zhink you are not going to get what's coming to you. I am still pissed." France winked at him as he went out the window. One last question on England's mind had him running to the window.

"Wait!" France stopped and turned to England. "How did you unlock my window?" France gave another of his laughs though England couldn't quite see his face from the angle.

"I 'ave my ways, England. Au Revoir." With the last shady comment France disappeared from his view. England really didn't want to dwell on the comment. His ways? He could only imagine France's "ways". It made him shudder.

Hours later England was cursing France forever. He was so worried of the last comment that he could not worth the life of him sleep. His mind was too busy to and the chamomile tea didn't even cut the edge of his restlessness. He even tried those sleeping pills that America rudely gifted him.

Part 4

Tonight France was going in act his plan on England. He has been showing no signs of anything to England. Instead of hurting people he was going to smother England with "love". He was going to embarrass the pants off of England. That was the way to get to England. His first attack will be small, then he would keep building up until England couldn't take any more embarrassment and France knew just how to do such a thing. C'est parfait, non?

France went through the same exact window into England's house. He was stuck for a second on what to do. He looked around the room until his eyes set on England's closet. Now zhat gives me an idea. Hurrying France shoved opened it and stole all of England's "wear in public" clothes. All he was left with were ridiculous penguin sleep ware and jeans with holes in the knees with a few t-shirts. Ha! Take zhat England! A sound of England coming home warned France. He went right out the window locking it behind him and dashed off with England's clothes in tow.

Later

England needed to change into better clothes for the party at America's home. This one he believed really had no reason other than the fact that America probably needed some company. Sighing at America's antics England walked into his room.

Nothing was changed at all. England let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. France had him paranoid. He could swear France really wasn't going to do anything. He believed that until he opened his dresser.

There in his closet was a ratty pair of jeans and a t-shirt plus his penguin pajamas. There was nothing but those outfits, if you could call them that, in his closet. Taped to the penguin pajamas was a note it read:

Hahaha!

Love,

France

That stupid dirty sissy frog! He stole all his clothes! What was he going to where now? He couldn't very well show up in these things! He realized though he had no choice. Sighing England took his pick of clothes. He was never going to hear the end of it from America.

England knocked on the door to America's home. The door swooshed open. America stood right in front of the door. It was a moment until America noticed England clothes. America proceeded to crack up then burst out laughing. Soon he was literally on the floor in uncontrollable fits of laughter.