"Um.. F-Francis?"
You called out, you saw England send a glare at the man who responded.
"Oui! Bonjour, madame." Spoke the Frenchman as he approached you. He picked the thorns off of a rose stem and tucked it behind your ear. He picked you up with a smile.
"We will have to feed you, no?
You're az light az a feazher!"
You smiled weakly.
"Umm, yeah.."
When France took you home, he made sure you were fed, bathed, and comfortable. He french-braided your hair. He put you in a room and smiled.
"It iz getting awful dark outzide.
You should go to bed, no?"
You slowly nodded.
France smiled and sat next to your bed, he pulled out a book.
"Have you ever heard of Beauty and zhe Beast?"
Your eyes lit up.
"I love Beauty and The Beast!"
France smiled and opened the book, he began to read.
By the time he finished reading, you were fast asleep. He chuckled softly and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)."
The next morning you woke to a delicious scent, you followed it to the kitchen, your mouth watered as you saw many different cuisines.
You were in heaven.
