Sorry this took longer than before! I was on holiday in France (note this chapter's POV XD) and there was no computer to speak of over there since my dad forgot his lappy. -_- Now I have a buttload of homework to catch up on, but I'll try and speed up!

Change 3 - I've seen France's little censor rose. It needs to be bigger than that.

France lay back on his bed, petals surrounding him from when he had absent-mindedly picked at his roses. Dieu, these Anglophones... they were so oblivious to love! After the meeting today (which had been incredibly boring due to England moping about America the entire time) he had managed to coaxCanada into spending the afternoon together. France sighed happily as he remembered Canada's relaxed expression from earlier. The nation was so much more carefree when he wasn't fighting to be noticed. And other than maybe England (albeit very occasionally), France didn't know anyone else who could bring out that side of him.

Unfortunately, Canada hadn't seemed to notice any of France's romantic advances, and had simply acted the same as he usually did. Maybe that couldn't be helped; France was aware that it was possibly his own doing that meant Canada didn't take his flirting seriously.

But it was also possible that Canada was in fact just as oblivious as his brother. France preferred that theory.

Ah well. He was the country of love; he wouldn't give up so easily! This years meetings would last until the end of the week before him and Canada would go back to their respective homes.

Speaking of the meeting, considering that he was showing his presentation sometime tomorrow afternoon, maybe he should look over it one more time... France leant over his bed to rummage in one of the small bedside drawers.

Oh? What was this?

France picked up the small green notebook in his drawer, puzzled. Where had this come from? He hadn't had anyone over in his hotel room, and it had been lying over his stuff so it couldn't have been from the last occupants...

Very strange.

France barely had a second thought before he sat up and opened the notebook. He was bored, and it was fair game if the book was in his room, no?

England rested his head on the table, clearly frustrated .What was with him today?! Usually he had little problem focusing on Germany's long, drawn out speeches, but today...

Ah, so this was Hungary's book. France easily recognised the handwriting and subject matter (it would be worrying if France didn't recognise a love story when he saw one). Well, it wouldn't do to pass up this chance! He had seen some of the gay porn Hungary was famous for, and he was very interested in what the personification herself could come up with.

"Rise and shine, Angleterre!" laughed France, grabbing the Brit's chair and pulling it back. A surprised yelp from England was cut short when his chin impacted with the table. Loudly.

France snickered at that, remembering the cute little squeal that came from the Englishman's. Yes, he would probably, as America would say, 'pay hell' for it, but that was nothing new.

But first, he went to the shop and got some awesome German beer to give to Amerika ca. Then he changed his mind and got some gross unawesome vodka for him because it's really strong.

Oh? This was Prussia's handwriting... why the sudden change? Were they working together on this story? France doubted it; Hungary wouldn't have been too happy with this development.

He could always ask Prussia later, he supposed.

After he bought the alcohol England ran up to America's room and shouted "Step aside, Canada, I need to do something with America here!"

"Okay," replied Canada. "I'll go to the awesome Prussia's room then. I'm feeling kinda horny anyway."

Feeling... kinda...

...

"Quoi?!" shouted France, to a level that had angry neighbours knocking on their walls.

How... how dare Prussia write about Canada like that?! Son petit Canada?! To write him as being so... so easy... Prussia was definitely getting a good talking to tomorrow. With possibly a slap or two.

Canada left to go to Prussia's room. We'll get to that later ;)

Make that three slaps.

England waited till the awesome Birdie left before turning to America with a grin. "Here, I got some unawesome vodka for your cold~" America drank it, since he always falls for stuff like that.

Despite his annoyance with his best friend, France allowed himself a chuckle at this. Although he had the vague hope that one day the two Anglophones would realise their undying love for each other (with his help, of course) and engage in a long night of love making, (maybe inviting him along for a round or three to learn his insight into l'art de l'amour- ahem) he did at times wonder if England would one day get fed up of stalling and deal with the problem like he did back during his wild, hoodlum days. France shuddered at the very idea. For America's sake, hopefully that wouldn't be the case.

England took out the lube he keeps with him all the time since he's perverted like that and tried to prepare America. However, since he's a total fairy he couldn't figure out how to do it, so America flipped him over and took the lube from unawesome England.

Well, maybe that was a bit harsh. England did have wonderful hands after all; any clumsiness in the kitchen was easily made up by the intricate details England was able to pull off when embroidering. And from what he could remember from their drunken escapades, England was well aware of this too.

Meanwhile, in Prussia's room, Canada rushed in with a look of, "FUCK ME NOW," on him.

France drew out a sigh. His friend was so bad at this...

Prussia knew what Canada was on about and said, "Even though I'm kinda busy right now, you're awesome little birdie, so one round, okay?"

France scoffed, 'Kinda busy.' He would be an awful lover! Canada deserved someone much better than this... this brute!

At this point, there was a large mark on the paper, as if someone had grabbed the book from its writer. Thank God for small blessings, thought France. He should go to Prussia right now and-

Actually, no, he had a better idea. He'll just write in this himself! After all, the characterisation was completely wrong! Canada would never date Prussia... right? No. No, bad thinking, France. Of course he wouldn't.

Well, that was his first task, then. Have this Canada see sense and go to someone who would treat him right! After that, he would need to take care of England and America's love life too. Not that the drunken sex wasn't hot, but they needed something more fulfilling if they really were to get rid of their sexual tension.

Like a romantic date! Of course, a quality Parisian restaurant would be just what they need! Especially England; maybe trying some good food would help improve the stubborn Brit's taste buds.

Grabbing a pen from his suit jacket, France started writing under Prussia's segment. He thought for a moment to change the language to French, but decided that this time; he would use English, since the last two segments used it. He relaxed on his queen sized bed, making sure to take his time describing in detail.

He knew the art of romance much more than his dear Germanic friend, after all.

Son petit Canada - His little Canada

Okay, I'll admit, I'm not entirely sure who else is going to read this. Gossip Queen Poland? Innocent little Liechtenstein? Maybe even one of Iggy's brothers... that would be a laugh, I guess XD

In other words, suggestions would be much appreciated. Hope you've enjoyed this far!