The one for me

02: Waking up.

I awoke with a stretch and a yawn. I turned to find France still asleep next to me. I smiled, before quietly getting up and putting the bedsheet back properly for her. I quietly walked out of the room and went down the stairs.

Once I got down the stairs, I walked into the kitchen. My kitchen was rather large, with beautiful designs on the wall tiles, and equally as nice cutlery, but then again, my entire house was nice, as I was incredibly wealthy. I then had a thought. Should I surprise France with a breakfast in bed, or would that be weird? I then realised that if I did, I would be able to awaken her with a very loud air horn. I smirked mischievously. That is what I'm going to do.

I opened a cupboard and reached inside for the bread. I took two slices of bread, a plate, and a knife. I then shut the cupboard and opened the fridge. I took out the jam. I shut the fridge before putting the two slices of bread in the toaster and waiting.

While I was waiting, I went to find my air horn. I found it in my basement after a while. I then went back to check on the toast.

The toast was ready. I took it out of the toaster. The toast was rather hot, so I dropped it back into the toaster against my own will pretty much instantly. I attempted again, this time much more quickly and successful. I shook my hand afterwards, as my fingertips had endured the practically scorching feeling of the toast. I then grabbed the knife (It was a butter knife, not a sharp knife) and spread on the jam.

Once preparation was done, I grabbed a tray and put the toast plate on it, before leaving the kitchen.

I snuck upstairs and opened my bedroom door slowly, ever so slowly, before making my way inside. I snuck up to the bed, right next to France. I positioned the air horn right next to her, before squeezing.

The air horn let out an excruciatingly loud sound.

France startled awake, practically falling off of the bed. She cursed in French. "Britain! Why?!" France yelled, grumpily. I just burst out laughing. "Ahahahaha! Wake up, sleepyhead! Anyways, I made you breakfast!" I replied, teasing her by ruffling her hair. France looked at me, before taking the food. "Thanks, Britain." France replied, now much more calm, and less startled. I just smiled. "It's no problem." I replied.

I then looked into her eyes. I noticed just how beautiful they were. I began to feel something in my stomach. Butterflies. Was this the feeling of love? Of having a crush? I shook the feeling away before looking away awkwardly to hide the blush on my face, hoping that France had not noticed me.

I then sat back down on my bed.