France was bowled over like he had been in World War Two. “What in the world…?” He groaned.
“Ahh! Big brother France!” North Italy was on top of him and wearing his adorable sailor outfit so it wasn’t France’s fault his hands immediately attached themselves to the country’s cute hips.
“You’ve got to talk some sense into him!” Veneziano pleaded. There was a sweet pink liquid dripping off the country’s cheek and slipping down to stain his white shirt and collar.
France’s eyes dilated and he began to steam.
“It’s Spain!” The brunette declared, freeing himself from France’s grasp. “He started rubbing me with a tomato and saying weird things.”
France smacked his forehead. “Zut alors… Maybe Angleterre wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“Ahhh! There he is!” Italy booked it, somehow managing to retreat straight into an Italian restaurant serving fourteen types of pasta.
France shook his head sadly at his failed conquest but didn’t have time to contemplate further.
Spain ran straight up to him, his face red and breath coming in fast puffs as if he’d run all the way there.
“Which, -huff- way did he go?” The green eyed country asked.
“Mon dieu! Spain!” France chastised. “Don’t tell me it’s true! Rubbing tomatoes? Britain?! Maybe you are moving on in the wrong way!”
Spain chuckled. “There’s no time like the present. You’ve said so yourself. Love is the feeling that roars.” He misquoted. “My passionate heart is a lion France, and it’s hungry!”
France’s eye twitched. “That’s… yes. Alright,” He tried a different approach and grabbed Spain’s face instead of his ass.
The blond held the other nation’s blushing cheeks in his pale hands, cradling his oldest friend’s head with a gentle touch.
“Cher, that is your stomach growling. Let’s go have supper.”
He made Spain nod which in turn made Spain grin. “You’re going to help me, aren’t you?” The Spanish speaking nation stated. There really wasn’t any question about it.
France smiled back. “I do know a thing or two about finding love.”
Of course I'll stick with you, silly anon ♥ I really like how you're writing everything!
And I got Belgium this time! I really love her, I hope to see more of her later :D and England is so fun, seriously! I enjoyed everything, you really deserve heaven, thanks again! ♥ ♥ ♥
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A Tomato Whose Name I Don't Know Yet 3c/?
(Anonymous) 2010-09-03 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)France was bowled over like he had been in World War Two. “What in the world…?” He groaned.
“Ahh! Big brother France!” North Italy was on top of him and wearing his adorable sailor outfit so it wasn’t France’s fault his hands immediately attached themselves to the country’s cute hips.
“You’ve got to talk some sense into him!” Veneziano pleaded. There was a sweet pink liquid dripping off the country’s cheek and slipping down to stain his white shirt and collar.
France’s eyes dilated and he began to steam.
“It’s Spain!” The brunette declared, freeing himself from France’s grasp. “He started rubbing me with a tomato and saying weird things.”
France smacked his forehead. “Zut alors… Maybe Angleterre wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“Ahhh! There he is!” Italy booked it, somehow managing to retreat straight into an Italian restaurant serving fourteen types of pasta.
France shook his head sadly at his failed conquest but didn’t have time to contemplate further.
Spain ran straight up to him, his face red and breath coming in fast puffs as if he’d run all the way there.
“Which, -huff- way did he go?” The green eyed country asked.
“Mon dieu! Spain!” France chastised. “Don’t tell me it’s true! Rubbing tomatoes? Britain?! Maybe you are moving on in the wrong way!”
Spain chuckled. “There’s no time like the present. You’ve said so yourself. Love is the feeling that roars.” He misquoted. “My passionate heart is a lion France, and it’s hungry!”
France’s eye twitched. “That’s… yes. Alright,” He tried a different approach and grabbed Spain’s face instead of his ass.
The blond held the other nation’s blushing cheeks in his pale hands, cradling his oldest friend’s head with a gentle touch.
“Cher, that is your stomach growling. Let’s go have supper.”
He made Spain nod which in turn made Spain grin. “You’re going to help me, aren’t you?” The Spanish speaking nation stated. There really wasn’t any question about it.
France smiled back. “I do know a thing or two about finding love.”
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End Chapter Three
OP
(Anonymous) 2010-09-03 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)And I got Belgium this time! I really love her, I hope to see more of her later :D and England is so fun, seriously! I enjoyed everything, you really deserve heaven, thanks again! ♥ ♥ ♥