～ꗥ ~𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬~ ꗥ～

•F. France x M. Belgium• (~fluff~)

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It was just another normal day in the EU office. Everyone was working, sighing in defeat. There has been a lot of paperwork lately... Some carried their lives like normally, others were more crushed by all the work that was to do.

Some countries, such as Ireland and Denmark, were walking and chatting around.

The Hungary, Poland, Czechia and Slovakia group was playing pranks and jokes on every other country they encountered. Any country unlucky enough to cross them would soon have a good day turned into a bad day in a blink of an eye.

Then, there were countries that were more invested in this union.

France was looking through the window. She sighed deeply.

She had enough of work today. They had been working more since the farmers started protesting. These protests were such a pain too...

She held her metallic blue pen in her slender fingers.

The country fidgeted with it for a while, before she groaned in defeat.

She laid her head on her desk. She was exhausted.

So much work and for nothing!

She drew small flowers on the margin of some documents she had to hand in one hour.

Sure, EU was probably going to get mad at her, but she's been working so hard since she joined this!

Yup. She's not like that British 'gentleman' who gave up because it was 'ruining' him.

And look. Who is it ruining now?

She chuckled at the thought of that man being in trouble.

She can't help it. That man is an old fella who is WAY behind the times.

She remembered his ugly top hat, his outdated monocle, those silk pants- Urgh.

Can you blame her? She's a woman obsessed with fashion.

She knows all the latest trends and she looks stunning with every look.

Suddenly, a dry sound made her jump. She lifted her head from the table and she saw her colleague, Germany.

Germany is fine, she thought. He is an okay person. He is a workaholic though. She pitied him, being left the work that your father didn't do is cruel. Though she doesn't want to get involved in his family's issues.

Especially when it's his family who tried to conquer her... Twice-

He wasn't necessarily annoying, he was just... Well- How to say it gently... Uhmm...

A nerd? A goodie-two-shoes for EU?

...

Yeah, that. She won't ever tell him that to his face tho, except if he insults her cooking again.

Not even his bread can save him this time.

Germany was looking at her. He had on his usual work attire with his huge purple eye-bags.

"Frankreich. Are you okay?"

He was not really putting in too much effort to fake a comforting tone.

"...I'm fine, Allemagne... Just a bit tired..."

She looked at him tiredly.

The man simply looked at her unimpressed.

"I see. Then stop being tired."