I sat bored in the meeting room. America, or Alfred, was going on about his heroes again. England, or Arthur, was shouting at him, and Canada, or Matthew, was trying to get them to be quiet without being seen at all. "France, why don't you help?" Arthur shouted at me.
"Angleterre, zis is ze same every time we arrive. Just let ze brat talk about 'is 'eroes. Maybe we'll finally get somewhere..." I sighed. Valentine's Day was coming up, so naturally, as the country of love, I was under some stress. Especially because the one I want to be my Valentine was completely oblivious.
Arthur stared at me, his green eyes sparkling. "Fine. Maybe we will," he sighed and sat down in his seat next to mine, and Alfred continued his speech. Arthur's lips pouted naturally, but his frown made them pout more than usual. Arthur, how I wished he'd be my Valentine.
"And that's why I think that creating super soldiers is perfect for defense against WWIII instead of Atomic Bombs!" Alfred finished. Everyone nodded and he sat down. Next up, in world issues, England.
"Hello. I'd like to discuss the-" I tuned him out. I was bored to death by meetings already. I didn't need anymore facts to make sure I went to the grave.
I went to Lala land and thought about all the happy things Angleterre and I could do if we just stopped fighting for an hour or two.
I was awoken from my thoughts for the second time when everyone began applauding. I clapped stupidly with them all. "W-well done, Angleterre..." I whispered to him as he sat down. He smiled weakly, his face red, and the meeting continued with far less fights than usual. Odd.
When the meeting ended, I stepped out onto my highly familiar roads, and saw they were covered with snow. I smiled as I pulled my scarf on tighter. "Francis!" I heard someone call. I turned ad saw Arthur walking up to me.
"Bonsoir," I smiled. "What do you want, Arthur?"
"I just want to know why you weren't listening to me," he glared.
"I apologize. But 'ow could you tell?"
"You had a distant look in your eyes, and clapped. Idiot,"
"I'm sorry, Arthur," I said. "Would you like to grab some dinner togezer so I can make up for it? Authentic French cuisine!" I chuckled.
"Yes. That'd be nice," he said. "But only if you pay, frog," he added.
"Oh, alright! If I must!" I joked.
"Shut up, frog. Let's just go," he said, not even attempting to hide the annoyance in his voice.
"Yo! Artie! Francis! Can me and Mattie tag along?" I heard a familiar voice yell. The American Idiot.
"Bonjour, Al. Mattie," I said. "Would you really want to go wiz us 'old men' to get 'snobby food?'" I asked, remembering Alfred insulting us and my food.
"Oui, I do," Mattie said quietly.
"I know you do, mon petit Matthew, but your brother. I zought 'e 'ated frog legs et escargot!"
"I do! But I heard about this stew from Iggy. He said it was awesome!"
"Don't call me that blasted name, you twat!" Arthur shouted.
"Fine. You can come," I sighed. Feeling dejected, we all called a cab to my favorite cafe that was close to the Eiffel Tower.
About 10 minutes later, we arrived at the cafe. "Woah! The Eiffel Tower is so cool!" Alfred shouted when we climbed out of the cab and I paid.
"It's nozing you've never seen before, Alfred," I shrugged. He and his brother had been to France many times before. This was nothing new.
"Yeah, but it's still awesome! Not as awesome as Miss Liberty, the hot green chick you gave me though!" He laughed, and I smiled.
"Ah, Oui! 'Ow is Liberté De Dame?" I asked.
"As beautiful and awesome as ever!" He smiled.
"How's Big Ben?" Matthew asked Arthur.
"Still running. Still amazing," he smiled. We all had pride in our special areas. Some, like America's (though he made several of his own), were made by others, and some were made by ourselves, but are still special, nonetheless.
"Welcome to my favorite cafe!" I smiled and lead them in.
"This is very nice Francis," Arthur said as we sat down.
"Merci," I smiled.

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"Thanks for dinner, Francis!" Alfred shouted as he and Matthew went back to the hotel in a cab. I'd invited Arthur to go to the Eiffel Tower with me.
"Au revior, mon chéris!" I waved.
"See you boys in a bit," Arthur said, and waved to them adieu.
I grabbed Arthur's wrist once the boys left, and pulled him towards the tower. Luckily, because of the snow and how chilly it was, the line was short. I quickly tightened my scarf, and Arthur did the same. Soon enough, we were at the top, and looking at the beautiful city of Paris from a bird's eye view. "It's still as beautiful as ever, non?" I asked.
"It is...God...I wish I had something this extravagant..."
"Is Big Ben not extravagant?"
"It is...just not like this..." He mumbled. A cool wind suddenly blew the falling snow even faster, and it got colder. He shivered so I pulled him closer. "W-what are you doing, you bloody frog?!" He shouted.
"You seemed cold!" I smirked.
He sighed, "whatever...I don't want to ruin this view with fighting..."
"Oui, please don't," I laughed.
"Frog"
"Punk"
"Wanker"
"Mon amour"
"W-what?!" He stuttered.
"Pardonnez-moi! Slip of ze tongue!" I said, trying to get myself of the corner I was in.
"Oh...ok then..." He said, and his face fell as he stared out over Paris. I sighed and we left soon enough. He called a cab and went back to his hotel, while I went to my apartment that was nearby. I really messed that up.

Translations:

Angleterre ~ England

Bonsoir ~ good evening

Et ~ and

Liberté de dame ~ Lady Liberty

Merci ~ Thank you

Au revior, mon chéris ~ good bye, my darlings

Mon amour ~ my love