Title: The Frenchman in the Fireplace
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia nor Doctor Who.
Rating: K+
Genre: Humor
Pairing: FrUk
AN: This can be taken as either a lover's spat FrUk or frienemies debate FrUk. Whatever your little heart desires. c:
The following contains Doctor Who references so either know your Whovian stuff or laugh and nod your head, pretending to understand. ;D
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England comfortably sat at one end of the circular table while France occupied the spot opposite, making the table some form of a wooden English Channel. The were arguing; nothing unusual except for the fact that England had the upper hand on his southern neighbor.
"Mon dieu, I do not wish to hear anymore of your rambles about a mad Martian with a blue telephone box!" France whined, covering his ears from the English accented strings of information about moving statues and gifts of air.
"Blasted! it is not a bloody telephone box, but a police box. Remember those things I would shove you in for public harassment? And The Doctor is from Gallifrey, not Mars!" England defended, thoroughly enjoying the discomfort the Frenchman was in.
Upon hearing the escalating argument across the room, America decided it was his duty to intervene. He approached the two elder nations and sent a quick glance at France before settling his mirth-filled eyes on the other. Smacking his palms on the table as if his booming voice didn't draw enough attention, America asked, "Hey Artie! Is Francis your Madame Pompadour?"
France had no idea what America meant by that reference to his past court member, but judging by the stuttering red mess across the table this is one Doctor Who element France was willing to learn about.