by ~FailKitten on deviantarts
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let you be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed you to personify his capital city of London just so long as you would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', you were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
You remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, you remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how you found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see you standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" you greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are you again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
You didn't think to much about that before he invited you into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the sopa just before he went into the kitchen.
You examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... you thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
You hadn't the faintest idea what he had just sinabi to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," you sinabi shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could you please tell me why you are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know you better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start sa pamamagitan ng getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," you replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted you guys to be mga kaibigan because I heard that you fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
You nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do you keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
You found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if you don't mind, Sir, could you please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, you asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. You have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for you to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
You smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have you been?" England greeted automatically as you walked in the door.
You smiled at him. "I was helping you improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with you in the first place!" you snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he sinabi calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! You aren't the boss of me!" you yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! You are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and you follow them! Is that clear?!"
You had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, you growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his pagbaba as soon as you left the room. Little did he know that you were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
You were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are you back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to you anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like you very much! I think you could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear you think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
You smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, you know."
"I know," you sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see you escape."
You giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see you later."
You nodded once more, heading tahanan again.
Of course, the fact that you had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until you opened the front door. You began kicking yourself immediately when you saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," you pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the sopa to stand before you with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though you would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" you said, thinking as fast as you could.
"What did you have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are you happy now?"
"I am. And, susunod time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told you with a smile.
You sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. You weren't too happy with him, but you couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, you always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh buwan - April - you entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, sa pamamagitan ng now you two were close enough so that you could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as you lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France sinabi as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, you often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. You were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed you to the couch. "I will be right back!"
You nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm you up, <First Name>. I hate to see you shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," you assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the sopa susunod to you wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" you started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." you tried. You settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what you wished to. "I...know we've been mga kaibigan for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." You started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if you don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind you got when someone started creeping you out.
Well, basically, you discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before you came back tahanan at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, you inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since you left at eight that night.
"And where have you been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed you in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call you that?! He'd never called you that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" you asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told you not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put you on house arrest or something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of London on lockdown and leave you there until you can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at you for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, you should get some sleep...follow me."
You obeyed reluctantly, and he led you to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If you ilipat just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
You nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as you lay down. Your big brother lay down susunod to you, and you were both asleep soon.
The susunod day, you were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when you finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
You nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes you found. You started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, you abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, you and England were on the plane. You were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: You never sinabi good-bye to Francis, told him where you were going, or even let him know you loved him.
You slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
You woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he sinabi gently. "We're finally here."
You nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Hapon was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
You curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being mga kaibigan with that frog."
"I see." Hapon turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a ligtas trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward you and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing you for a while now."
You nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before you knew it, you could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted you up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, you hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," you whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
You simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set you back down on your feet. "I'll come visit you sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
You nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
You just wished that you could tell France where you were at. He had never ibingiay you any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, you spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but you still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the araw that Hapon decided to take you to a world meeting. All of the nakaraan times, you would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
You were the first two at that meeting. Hapon didn't seem to mind that you abandoned him to wait sa pamamagitan ng the door. You also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
You were so overcome with every sort of emotion that you could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for you were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his upuan at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, you opted for the susunod best option: You grabbed hold of his damit and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," you murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed you so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing you sa pamamagitan ng the shoulders and halik both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never sinabi anything!" you started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see you anymore! I had no way to contact you because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
You still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant you were his something or other. You didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There you go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now you can talk to me whenever you want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, you embraced him.
"I pag-ibig you," you blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled you away and held you out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't you know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" you asked sadly, you cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let you be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed you to personify his capital city of London just so long as you would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', you were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
You remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, you remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how you found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see you standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" you greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are you again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
You didn't think to much about that before he invited you into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the sopa just before he went into the kitchen.
You examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... you thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
You hadn't the faintest idea what he had just sinabi to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," you sinabi shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could you please tell me why you are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know you better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start sa pamamagitan ng getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," you replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted you guys to be mga kaibigan because I heard that you fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
You nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do you keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
You found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if you don't mind, Sir, could you please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, you asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. You have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for you to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
You smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have you been?" England greeted automatically as you walked in the door.
You smiled at him. "I was helping you improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with you in the first place!" you snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he sinabi calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! You aren't the boss of me!" you yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! You are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and you follow them! Is that clear?!"
You had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, you growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his pagbaba as soon as you left the room. Little did he know that you were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
You were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are you back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to you anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like you very much! I think you could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear you think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
You smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, you know."
"I know," you sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see you escape."
You giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see you later."
You nodded once more, heading tahanan again.
Of course, the fact that you had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until you opened the front door. You began kicking yourself immediately when you saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," you pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the sopa to stand before you with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though you would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" you said, thinking as fast as you could.
"What did you have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are you happy now?"
"I am. And, susunod time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told you with a smile.
You sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. You weren't too happy with him, but you couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, you always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh buwan - April - you entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, sa pamamagitan ng now you two were close enough so that you could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as you lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France sinabi as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, you often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. You were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed you to the couch. "I will be right back!"
You nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm you up, <First Name>. I hate to see you shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," you assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the sopa susunod to you wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" you started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." you tried. You settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what you wished to. "I...know we've been mga kaibigan for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." You started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if you don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind you got when someone started creeping you out.
Well, basically, you discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before you came back tahanan at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, you inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since you left at eight that night.
"And where have you been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed you in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call you that?! He'd never called you that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" you asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told you not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put you on house arrest or something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of London on lockdown and leave you there until you can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at you for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, you should get some sleep...follow me."
You obeyed reluctantly, and he led you to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If you ilipat just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
You nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as you lay down. Your big brother lay down susunod to you, and you were both asleep soon.
The susunod day, you were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when you finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
You nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes you found. You started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, you abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, you and England were on the plane. You were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: You never sinabi good-bye to Francis, told him where you were going, or even let him know you loved him.
You slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
You woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he sinabi gently. "We're finally here."
You nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Hapon was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
You curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being mga kaibigan with that frog."
"I see." Hapon turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a ligtas trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward you and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing you for a while now."
You nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before you knew it, you could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted you up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, you hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," you whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
You simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set you back down on your feet. "I'll come visit you sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
You nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
You just wished that you could tell France where you were at. He had never ibingiay you any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, you spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but you still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the araw that Hapon decided to take you to a world meeting. All of the nakaraan times, you would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
You were the first two at that meeting. Hapon didn't seem to mind that you abandoned him to wait sa pamamagitan ng the door. You also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
You were so overcome with every sort of emotion that you could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for you were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his upuan at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, you opted for the susunod best option: You grabbed hold of his damit and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," you murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed you so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing you sa pamamagitan ng the shoulders and halik both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never sinabi anything!" you started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see you anymore! I had no way to contact you because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
You still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant you were his something or other. You didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There you go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now you can talk to me whenever you want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, you embraced him.
"I pag-ibig you," you blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled you away and held you out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't you know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" you asked sadly, you cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~