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Eighteen: Reasons.
"Because there are forty-six reasons I shouldn't!" England exclaimed in irritation, dragging a hand through his hair.
France raised an eyebrow and leaned back on his chair. "Forty-six?"
"Forty-six."
"You've counted?"
"Yes, I've counted."
After a long pause, France shook his head. "How much free time do you have, anyway?"
Rolling his eyes, England resorted to scowling out the window. "It's something I've had on my mind a lot lately, okay?"
"And you really came up with forty-six reasons?"
"Yes."
France whistled quietly. "That's a lot of reasons."
"I know."
"What kind of reasons, exactly?"
Sighing, England began to count off on his fingers. "He's too naive. There's too much competition. He's an idiot. We have yet to carry on a civil conversation since his independence. He's never had a boyfriend and wouldn't be prepared for… well, me. I don't have the time. He thinks I'm a tosser. I live halfway across the world from him. We don't have anything in common. He could have any nation he wants. My reputation would be shot. He—"
"Okay, okay, I get the point," France said, waving his hands for England to stop, which he did, lapsing them into a silence that contrasted sharply against the noise of the restaurant in Paris they were currently in. A moment later, France took a sip of his red wine, apparently in deep thought, then set it down and looked at his best friend. "What if I gave you one reason that you should do it, that was worth forty-six reasons on its own?"
England looked at him speculatively. "If such a reason existed, they would balance each other out and I'd be back to where I started."
France grinned. "Reason Number One: Because you love him, Angleterre."
England sank into his chair, muttering, "That's not a reason."
"It is! It's probably the best reason to do anything! Mon Dieu, it should be worth forty-seven reasons, easy!"
Shrugging uncomfortably, England said, "Forty-five."
"Forty-six."
"Fine, forty-six, therefore it's a tie and doesn't matter anyway!"
France sighed. "So I just need to come up with one more reason for you to tell America that you love him and the scale will tip?"
England glared. "There are no other reasons."
"Sure there are," France said, winking. "Reason Number Two: Because he loves you back."
D'awwwww. I like it when France and England can be civil with each other, I think of them like the best of friends. Hope you liked that cute one-shot! See ya tomorrow! Takk deg, LucyMoon1992 x