Uk opened his eyes in the morning. The warm sun rays trickled in through the window, creating a golden light in the room.
He sat up in the bed ans stretched his arms up over his head. He glanced beside him quickly. France was already out of bed.
He hopped out of bed and walked to the bathroom to do some basic washing, such as face wash and putting all needed perfumes, aswell as brush his teeth.
Like always he slicked his hair back and tied it to a small man bun.
He then walked back out and put on his usual clothes, just a fine suit.
After he was done with the basic mourning routine, he walked downstairs where the others were already having a morning breakfast. He sat down next to his father England who greeted him with a kiss on the forehead.
"Morning Britain." Scotland nodded from the other side of the table.
France was sitting next to his mother, quietly just picking on his food but not really eating. France's mother instead looked stern and irritated.
"So, what are we doing today?" Uk asked giving his fathers a small glance.
"We were thinking of maybe paying a small visit in Paris. We have to get you new suits tailored uk." Scotland said between sips from his tea mug.
"Oh wow, Paris huh?" Uk sighed. He had been to Paris center a couple times before, it was a beautiful place but very crowded and a bit- messy if you could say that, hard to find things in there.
"Yes Paris. Francisco has kindly lend us one of their horse carriages, and France is going to be coming with us as a guide an I right?" England asked turning to look at Francisco who nodded.
"France will come with you all. Feel free to keep in place, if he starts acting up just sternly give him a warning." Francisco said coldly.
"You too Uk, feel free to be a bit stern." She added.
Uk looked at her amused. Be able to boss France around? Sounds like a good dream come true.
"Yes ma'am." He nodded. He glanced over at France who was gripping his spoon so hard his knuckles were white, he did not seem happy.
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The time to leave rolled around. Uk sat next to France in the horse carriage, his two fathers on the other side talking to themselves.
Uk glanced down at France next to him. He was still not very happy looking.
"Well...any good shops in Paris?" He asked trying to make small talk.
France ignored Uk's question and looked the other way.
Uk frowned. How rude. Just then a small smirk formed on his lips. He reached over and put one of his hands onto France's thigh.
France flinched and looked down at his lap, watching as UK's fingers gripped around his thigh.
"I asked you a question did I not France?" Uk asked coldly.
"Answer me France."
France's face flushed red and he quickly swatted UK's hand away from his thigh.
"Y-yes there are good shops!- happy??" He hissed and shuffled away from uk.
"Great. You better show me the good ones, in need new shoes after all."
France just grumbled something like 'spoiled brat' before turning to look away out from the window to the gorgeous Eiffel Tower in the distance as they closed in to the centre of Paris.
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~Dance with me monsieur~|MLM|CH|Brifran|
Fanfiction~Uk (Britain) is the son of England, and Scotland. He comes from a royal family household as an only child. His family is respected and rich, and his father England is the King of Britain and Northern Ireland. France is the son of Kingdom of France...
