Unfortunately for England, the American Revolution wasn't easily crushed. He thought it was embarrassing that he had to pay Germany for back up all because, in his mind, America was being a child and throwing a tantrum. The whole world had their eyes on them, and France was annoyed.
"Ugh, everyone is so focused on England's failing colony rearing, and no one is paying attention to me! I am France, the country of amour. Everyone should pay attention to me, instead of that black sheep," France was pacing around his living room ranting to no one in particular. "But how can I get back the attention I deserve?"
He paced around and stopped in front of his fireplace mantle. He looked at the pictures he had there and stopped at a certain one. It was a photo of him and England as children, he had been poking fun at the young England and while he was laughing, England was pouting. France's eyes grew wide as he had an epiphany.
"I know, I'll just annoy Angleterre like I used to. Except on a bigger scale! Then the world will see moi in the spotlight again! And if that doesn't work then I'll figure it out!" France pranced around his living room with the picture laughing at his 'perfect' plan.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
France stopped and put the picture back in it's place. He walked to the front door and answered it. There was a messenger boy who held out a note for him. After paying the boy, he closed his door and opened the note.
France,
We have just received word that America has won a battle against England. After thinking it over, the French government has decided to join in and help America. We are sending you across the ocean along with supplies and troops.
King Louis XVI of France
"Honhonhon~ I guess I get my chance sooner than I thought. The world will notice me once more!"
"Go away you frog! No one invited you," England yelled. He was irritated that France had the nerve to show his face in his colonies.
"Oh~ But I am here to help," France said pretending to be hurt by England's words.
England softened, "Really? You're helping?"
"Oui. But I'll go if you really want me to..." France turned around and started to leave.
"No! Please, stay and help," England said reaching out to France.
France turned back towards England, "If you say so, I'll stay."
England smiled, "Thank you, I could really use your help against America. Little wanker won't stay down."
France smirked, "Oh, you thought I meant that I would help you, the black sheep of Europe. No, I'm here to help Amérique." He turned and pranced away. "See you on the battlefield!" He called back behind him.
"Why you- FRANCE!"