A/N oh Francis XD

In case you guys were wondering, (well, I know some of you were) I usually update everyday for this story, but I might need some time soon to write more chapters. Don't worry, I'll tell you when and I won't leave you with a cliffhanger! I hate those, mygosh!

The five travelers were able to reserve rooms fairly quickly. Francis flashed a card at the man behind the desk and he immediately straightened up, asking Francis something in French. Alice tried leaning to see what the card said, but Francis put it away too quickly.

"How many rooms should we have?" Francis asked the group.

They all voiced their opinions at the same time, and each was different.

"Alright, honhon I'll just ask for one, then."

"No way! There needs to be at least three rooms." Arthur objected.

"Three?"

"The ladies need their own room and I am not sharing a room with you."

"Why not?"

"Because!"

As they bickered, Emily whispered something into Maria's ear. Maria suppressed a laugh and walked up to the front counter. Once there, she told the man in French that they would like two connected rooms (she had learned some basics of French while she lived in Nice). By the time she had come back to the group with two key cards, Arthur and Francis were still fighting.

Maria cleared her throat, "Ahem?"

Arthur and Francis turned to look at her. She held up two key cards. After handing one to Francis, she turned and led the other two girls into an elevator.

"Honhonhon, she is a clever one," chuckled Francis, leaving a speechless Arthur frozen by the counter as he strode toward the others. Arthur eventually snapped out of his daze and followed them into the elevator, shaking his head.

They piled into the space and Maria, looking at the key card, pushed the button for the tenth and top floor of the hotel. After they all came out onto their floor, they walked down a spacious hall which featured paintings every now and then. They soon found their rooms, 10A and 10B, and they unlocked them quickly, eager to relax in a nice bedroom.

Immediately, the girls heard Arthur shout from the other room. Expecting the worst, they rushed through the doorway which connected the two rooms, only to start cracking up.

There was only one bed.

"What is the problem? We have known each other for years," Francis said.

Arthur ignored him and shook his head. "I don't care, I'm sleeping on the floor." He turned to his giggling audience. "I don't suppose you have an extra bed in your room?"

Alice answered, "No, there's one twin bed for each of us."

"Perfect." Arthur turned back to Francis. "When will Emily's car be here? There are some things in it that we absolutely need."

"It should be here soon," he answered. "They will call me when it does."

"How about we get some food? I'm starving!" Emily said. Maria and Alice both nodded.

"We can order room service," Francis said. "Here, let me show you the menu."

After someone had brought up their dinner (you can probably guess what they ordered), Arthur realized that this would be a good time to tell Francis more about what was going on.

While the girls ate, Arthur went up to Francis and told him he needed a word with him. After Arthur told the girls he would be right back, Francis got up and followed Arthur into their own room, shutting the door behind them so that the others couldn't hear their conversation as well.

"As I was going to say back at the Eiffel Tower, I'd like to tell you about these girls," Arthur started.

"What about them?"

"They...are different, I suppose. Here, let me start from the beginning." Arthur told Francis what had happened after the World Meeting up until they had gone to Paris. "See, on the files, those were country names, and there were other people on it with 'Human Names', and the age of the girl we looked at was over 2,000 years old. And the girls remind me so much of some of the other nations. Emily acts so much like America, Maria acts like Prussia, and Alice reminds me of...myself, I guess."

Francis was silent for a moment, taking all of this in. "Now that I think about it, they do act like those nations. But what about their memories being taken and the USC?"

"Well, we haven't exactly figured out that part yet," Arthur answered. "That's why we need to take a closer look at the files."

"I see," Francis said, actually being serious. "If there are all these people who supposedly act like us, then do you think there is someone like me?"

"Unfortunately," Arthur said.

"Hey!" Francis glared back.

Arthur just said, "Let's go back to the other room. The girls are probably wondering what we could possibly be talking about."

"Let's go back to the other room. The girls are probably wondering what we could possibly be talking about."

When Emily heard that, she motioned for the other two to get back on their beds and away from the door, and Emily flung herself back onto her own bed right as Arthur and Francis opened the door. They saw Emily fly onto her bed, and looked at her confused. She just turned to Maria and Alice and said, "And that is how you do the 360 Liberty Routine of 1976."

Maria and Alice politely applauded then looked expectantly at the two who had just reentered the room.

"So what were you both talking about?" Alice innocently asked.

"If I thought you should hear, I would have talked in here."

"Darn it," said Emily, but she didn't actually look that disappointed.

"What time is it?" Maria asked.

Arthur glanced at his watch. "Nearly midnight."

"I'm tired," Emily said. "Let's get some sleep."

Everyone seemed to agree with that suggestion, and they all tucked into bed right away, having no pajamas to change into. The three girls briefly whispered about what they had heard Arthur and Francis talk about, but they didn't understand why they were referring to the girls being similar to countries. They soon gave up and fell asleep. Once Francis and Arthur had gone back into their room, Francis' phone buzzed.

"Oui?"

"La voiture, elle est ici Monsieur Bonnefoy."

"D'accord, merci."

He hung up the phone and told Arthur that the car had arrived.

"It's about time, too! I guess we can get the files in the morning."

Arthur sat down in the reclining chair that he would use for his bed. After attempting to get as comfortable as possible, which wasn't very comfortable, he pulled on the chain of a nearby lamp and cast the room into darkness, except for the twinkling lights of the city shining outside the balcony window.

La voiture, elle est ici Monsieur Bonnefoy= The car is here, Mr. Bonnefoy.