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Chapter 3: Deciding Breakfast and the Conversation with the Frenchman

3rd POV

Antonio and Francis watched as the girl who was to be their owner, walked down the hall, up the stairs and into the room they could only guess to be her room. Antonio looked over to Francis with a smile on his face and said: " She seems nice". Francis was unable on how to respond to such a simplistic statement, not that it was difficult just...he had seen or rather heard said girl spend five to ten minutes beating the box he was in with a crowbar then trying to pry it apart. He had seen said girl calmly talk to him in his native language and asked politely for him to let go when so many times the engineers had either yelled at him to stop, or willingly gave in. This gave a feeling of warmth through him because for the first time someone had been kind to him besides his friends Gilbert and Antonio. Francis soon walked to his box and grabbed his belongings, he looked around what he assumed to be the living room. While looking around the room he soon found his manual on the floor between a couch and the coffee table. He bent down and picked it up. While Antonio had apparently become a ninja, because during that short time frame that Francis took to grab his things from his box. Antonio had grabbed his belongings, went upstairs, found a room and put all the things away in an order that he liked and had come back downstairs right behind Francis as he was just standing back up from picking up his manual. Francis while still looking at the manual turned around not realizing that someone was behind him and when he did finally look up and let a girly screech in fright and dropped his belongings when he saw Antonio. " Mon dieu! ( My god) Do not scare me like that Antonio, I almost had a heart attack". Antonio just continued to smile while looking at Francis for a few seconds before finally speaking " I'm sorry mi amigo (my friend) I didn't mean to scare you I just thought you wanted to put your things away in one of the rooms upstairs". Francis finally calming down, grabbed his things from the floor, including his manual and went up the stairs to find an empty room for himself.

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After Francis and Antonio put their things away, both of them started to wonder what to do. It was only 10:05am, so they decided to ask Alice what she would like to eat. Francis started up the stairs and quickly looked for Alice's room. After a few minutes, he soon found her door which he had passed several times, her name was even on the door and he still walked passed it. Francis overall was thankful no one else saw him make that mistake, especially if it had was Arthur. Arthur would make sure he never lived it down. But he wasn't here so Francis decided to stop thinking about him for now. Francis being the polite gentleman he was, knocked on the door a few times and waited patiently for a response.

Alice POV

As I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, dreaming some weird stuff. As I always did when I actually did have dreams rather than an endless void of blackness, like most people. I was awakened by a light knocking on my bedroom door. Don't know how that can wake me up when people shaking and yelling at me takes either a few minutes or does nothing at all. I got up and stumbled to the door, and tried to open the door. After a few tries, I remember that I had locked the door. I stood still for a few seconds before facepalming at my idiotic actions, not that I had any other actions besides that half of the time. Unlocking the door, this time, I finally opened the door to see Francis standing there. "Antonio and I were wondering what you would like to eat for breakfast?" he said with a smile. I, like the weird person I was, hid behind the door a bit going into what I liked to call my 'Shy mode' which like the name suggest means I become very quiet and shy-like. "I've actually always wanted to try a crepe…" I said quietly. I hated going into this "mode" as it always happened when I tried ordering something or generally meeting new people which is what prevented me from making friends as a child. Making my life up until 5th grade pretty sad, but the teachers were always nice to me because of how I usually stayed quiet when everyone else caused a racket. And how I usually gave up my free time to help the teachers, but that's in the past. Francis seemed to get a strange look on his eyes and went into his own little world and had begun to lose the smile. Which made me nervous thinking I might have done something to upset him in some way. "W-what is it? You've got t-this weird look in your eyes" I said stuttering over my words. Francis snapped at of his little world, and focused on me again and seemed to notice my nervousness. As he gained a soft look in his eyes and a small smile on his lips, before he slowly raised his hand and gently patted my head. And because of my height, I had to look up at him, and without my knowledge had gained wide innocent eyes. Francis seemed to notice and gave off a light chuckle. "It was nothing, I'm just happy that you would like to try food from my country". I gave him a weirded out look "Why wouldn't I want to try your food? I've read online French food is really good, despite the eating of the poor frogs and snails…" I said trailing off at the end. Francis gave me a surprised look as if he wasn't expecting that sort of response from me, which usually happened when I talked to people. The look soon went away and chuckled again " You are too cute for your own good" he said quietly, almost as if he didn't want me to hear. I simply blinked owlishly in response as I, myself didn't expect that sort of answer from him. Francis saw the look in my eyes, and chuckled yet again, "You chuckle a lot don't you?" I suddenly asked him, apparently startling him. " I guess I do chuckle a lot," he said while rubbing the back of his neck, "I suppose I should go downstairs, and get started on the crepes for all of us," he said while turning around and going towards the stairs that was a few feet away from my door. Just before he went down the stairs I called out his name to grab his attention, " By the way, try to remember that my bedroom is here. Don't want you passing it by four different times just trying to find it again" I said with a smirk as I watched Francis begun to blush at the fact that I had known. I giggled quietly and retreated back into my room, and slid in my still slightly, warm bed and decided to get some more sleep while the food was being made, and cooked. It only took a few minutes, but I was soon sleeping dreaming of fluffy crepes.

Author's Notes: I bet some people thought I was going to make Francis a pervert of some kind...I don't know why people think he is. I mean I get how his character is in the show, but I think he would act that way with the other countries because he has known them for a long time. And it is normal for people to act a certain way around certain people. I mean you don't go up to the Queen of England or the President of the United States and ask them for a hug or fist bump….I mean at least I hope not. Sorry, I'm rambling, anyway, the point being is I think of France as a character that's very gentlemanly, and only flirts with people when he knows that they are interested in some way, whether as a friend way or in a romantic way.

Anyway sorry, it took so long for this chapter. I had an idea of what was going to happen but it took me some time to figure out how to write it out in a way that makes it not seem like I rushed it...though it's kinda short I hope you guys like it. I'm going to start working on the next chapter by the time this is uploaded so hopefully it won't take as long!

If you didn't know a crepe is a very thin pancake made from wheat flour made in France.

BYE! Thank you for reading this chapter.