•Why Does It Have To Be You• (Country Humans)

Part 5. Wait... What?

TW: This part is to show just how screwed up France's mind is in this book (no I don't think all French people are like this). This is only for the book and to show just how messed up France's brain is from all the killing and murderers.
Maybe gore...

                          France's POV

I was walking down the road, in the early morning once again. Of course I had to be quiet, but I really can't be bothered at this point. I haven't done any killings here and two days. Can you believe it?! TWO DAYS! How can a person survive so long without killing? Don't ask me. I'm not sure either. As I walked down the road to get to my favourite café I noticed something in an alleyway. A homeless person with... A cat? Hm... I want that cat...

France started approaching the homeless person with a calm, polite smile. He slowly approached him and looked down at the disulfide looking homeless man. He lightly tapped his shoulder to wake him up, still with a calm yet eerie smile on his face.

"Bonjour! I'd like to know how much for the cat" (Hello)

Homeless person:"w-what? Who's there? No, the cat isn't for sale."

"Oh... But I want it."

France's smile dropped, now replaced with a cold and stern frown. He gripped the homeless person making the homeless person feel threatened.

Homeless person:"it's not for sale, as I said earlier..."

"Well. I said, I wanted the cat. Do not make me get violent."

France's face was as cold as ice. He glared at the homeless person, his grip on his shoulder being tighter.

Homeless person:"sir... Back away. The cat isn't for sale."

The homeless person crawled a bit away while holding the Caligo cat in his arms. France groaned in annoyance and looked down at the homeless person. He shook his head as he took a pocket knife he had with him.

"I just cannot believe how many people would rather die, instead of giving me what I want. And believe me, this isn't the first time this happened. Now... I'll give you only one more chance because, I feel nice today. How much. For the. Cat."

The homeless person looked in fear as he then shook his head. He looked horrified. It took him a moment before speaking out.

Homeless person:"400 euros.... Please don't hurt me."

France smiled. He pulled out his wallet and put his pocket knife back in his pocket.

"See? Now hard could that have been? Not so hard, now was it."

France handed over 600 euros and took the cat in his arms gently.

"Keep the extra, would you? And keep that mouth shut or I promise. I will not be as kind as I were today. Got that."

France got up and glared down at the homeless person. The homeless person shook his head up and down as he took the money. France began leaving the alleyway with the cat in his hands...

Only did he know, Britain had heard everything.

                        Britain's POV

Britain was for once walking down the road. For once he decides he would take a break and go outside to actually take his mind off the case. Maybe he could call France to hang out. Perhaps he could talk to him about the case and the hints so far when...

He heard a few noises from the alleyway he was about to pass. Great... A few gang members once agai- Huh? Is that... France's voice? What is he doing there. Britain took a peek at the alleyway seeing the Frenchman talking to a homeless person... Is he-

"He's holding a knife..."

Britain mumbled and kept his eyes on France just in case he had to step in. He couldn't quite make out what they were saying but he was sure it wasn't something innocent. Once he noticed France coming out the alleyway he knew he couldn't just let him go. He had to do something...

"Ah, France. Nice meeting you here"

Britain smiled and pretended as if he had just walked by. He knew he had to talk to France somewhere private and not just out and about.

France:"oh! Britain... What a pleasant surprise."

France smiled and looked at Britain. Britain noticed how on edge he seemed to be as he was gripping on the cat lightly. His eyes flickered from France to the cat. France must have noticed because he mentioned it.

France:"don't worry... I bought it a second ago from the poor homeless person over there... I made sure to ensure that I'll give her a better home."

France smiled reassuringly and petted the cat. The cat seemed on edge as Britain could tell, but he knew better than to press on France for more information. He smiled and spoke up in a calm way.

"Aaah, explains. I understand. I hope this little guy's alright... Have you thought of a name yet?"

Britain smiled and looked at France. France paused and looked away then spoke up.

France:"mhm... Her name is... Tarte" (Tarte=tart)

"What an... Interesting name that is."

France:"yes. It's my favourite food so... Why not. Anyways, I'll have to get this little guy home"

"Alright... Uh. France? Would you be interested in coming by the evening for... Dinner? I just really like your cooking."

Britain smiled as France looked at him and smiled back.

France:"of course. I'd love to, so this evening?"

"Yes.. see you then"

France started walking away with the cat. Britain knew he to use excuses to avoid such evenings since he really hated having France brag about his food and how good it was. He had to agree it was good but this was also the best excuse to investigate further. But for now, he just walked to a café shop and got some hot tea to drink.