{DISCONTINUED} - Countryhuman Oneshots

{Fluff} - France x Britain [PART 1]

I apologise for how long this took me. I hope you enjoy it!

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To say France was excited was an understatement, as he had scored a date! Although he had no idea who his partner would be, as it was a blind date. As he fixed the little ruffles on his white dress shirt, he thought about what his date might look like. Blonde? A brunette?

He then powdered his face for the last time– although the face in the mirror wasn't a flag but the face of his human persona. A woman or man, France wondered. Well, not that it mattered what gender the other person was. What did matter was the location of the date.

The place he was heading to was a lovely river, clear and stunning. France gave a small sigh. Although the river would be wonderful and the restaurant they'd be going to splendid, he wished his partner came from his own country, instead of being one of Britain's people.

If his other were a countryhuman, France could show them his part of the European sector on Pangea– Pangea being a place he and other countryhumans resided. But... there was a 0% chance that out of the 195 countries vs umpteen humans there were, his blind date would just so happen to be one of them.

France scoffed to himself, he needn't sweat the details, a cunning mind was no longer necessary in the modern age– although... he still used his genius for accomplishing things such as teasing Britain.

Easing out the frown that had somehow made its way onto his face, France spun on his heel and made his way to and out the door.

France had already rented an apartment near the meetup spot prior so he wouldn't have to stress making fuss about going from Pangea to his home country to the UK in a rush– and if he was really lucky, he might even be able to bring his possibly significant other back to the apartment.

He embraced the smug look on his face as he waltzed down the narrow pothole filled streets.

"Il ou elle," France hummed out loud, "Well, even so it is not important to me."

Checking the golden framed watch on his wrist, the time ticked by– each moment bringing him closer to meeting the other person. Eh, I've got time. Although... he stopped, admiring the river that sparkled and swayed in front of him.

His eyes followed the flow of the river to meet a lone figure in the distance, sitting on a bench. That must be them! He thought with a thrill chilling down his spine.

Trying his best to calmly walk towards the other, France examined them– or him. Ah, so that answers that question. The closer he got, the more he fell in love. Beautiful brown hair that was partially hidden under a porkpie hat, elegant clothes that fit so close to France's own tastes and– wait. Hold on.

Horror instantly dawned on France as he got closer, eventually coming to a stop, jaw dropped.

"Britain?!" France squawked– the other jerking around, face morphing into a duplication of France's horror and confusion.

"Qu'es-tu doing here?! Where is-?"

"What in the blazes are you talking about, France?! What am I doing here? What are you doing here– in my country nonetheless!"

"That's not– why'd you have to be here of all places! Oh my day is just ruined now!"

"Ruined?! Think about me for once! I just so happened to be having a date in a few, and all of a sudden your ugly face shows up!"

At that France visibly paled.

"Non– no way– this is not happening to me!" France wailed.

"What the devil are you on about now?!" Britain snapped.