~~~Francis~~~
Where are zey? It feels like I have been standing 'ere forever, just waiting for ze two. Let ze two have their time together. It's not like I care.
But what if something bad happened? What if zey got hurt?
Guilt begins to form in my gut.
Might as well go check on zem. I swing the door open and begin to go down the stairs dashing. J'ai to hurry! What if somezing is wrong? And why does l' anglais have such a long staircase?!
When I reach the bottom, I fix my outfit and brush my hair over my shoulder. I step out into sight. Angleterre and America's lips are stuck together.