My Perfect Somebody (PruCan)BoyxBoy

Chapter 7

Yo! It's hetaliakawaiicat and finally! I can do the intro! Just letting you know some "special people" appear in this chapter! Hope you enjoy~ kitty out!

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Chapter 7 ~

When France finally arrived at America's house he thanked and paid the taxi driver. He walked out the taxi and started his way up the driveway to the front door. There he was met with the sight of a doormat that said "Home Of The Hero". He immediately smiled at the memory when him and Canada went to go buy it for America as a birthday present, but he immediately felt disheartened from thinking about the "missing" nation. He just sighed and rang the doorbell.

"Ding dong"

He heard a bunch of hitting noises, "bloody gits" and the occasional "ouch" until the door swung open and a disheveled America stood behind the opened door rubbing his head with England scowling and standing right behind him with the same messy look.

"Hey dude!" America yelled and smiled to mask the pain that was inflicted by the english nation behind him.

"Bonjour Amerique, and I have a name you know!" France reminded slightly annoyed at how America just calls him "dude".

"Who cares! It's a free country and I'm as free as an eagle broski!" America laughed obnoxiously at that line like it was the funniest thing in the world. France just rolled his eyes and walked in making himself at home.

"Bonjour Angleterre!" France greeted to the very annoyed English man.

"Shut up bloody frog," England scoffed glaring at France. France just placed a hand over his heart acting like the words actually wounded him. But France was used to it. 'How long was he called that by the British gentlemen? Over 500 years probably.' France thought.

"So dude," America started, sounding very uplifting. "Where is my little bro?" His face then darkened as a creepy look washed over his features.

France stepped back, frightened by the look America was giving him. "It's not like I know anyzhing about zhis!"

"Hmph. Ok, but if anything bad happens to my little bro I'll break your face." America threatened causing France to gasp and touch his face.

"Not my beautiful face!" France exclaimed making England roll his eyes.

"Yes. I'm sure the git said face, frog." England casually said not looking up from his book. France placed the back of his hand against his forehead pretending that he was fainting. But no one did anything since they knew he was just being his dramatic self. America returned to being his extremely happy self and laughed, patting France's back making the frenchman tumble forward, almost falling on his face. It took a while for France to recompose himself since he kept complaining about how his clothes were all dirty and wrinkled, but the three nations managed to all sit down for a cup of tea. Or in America's case soda, and France stuck with wine. So only England had tea to be honest.

"So, Mattie's missing? Did he get kidnapped or something? In that case the hero will got to save him!" America cheered jumping up scaring the crap out of England who spilled tea all over himself.

"BLOODY HELL AMERICA!!" England yelled, scolding America who just nodded and smiled not listening to a word England was saying. England huffed and marched upstairs to change his new dress shirt that was now covered in tea.

"Anyways, Gil and I went to the airport to fly over to your house Amerique. But... it turns out that Gil didn't come here." France explained.

"Did you try calling him?" America asked.