Hetalia One-shots!

France one-shot for CodeRed

*OC info*

Name: Tiffani Kirkland

Age: 23

Country: Ireland

Personality: Sweet, caring, gentle, pervy

Looks: Long orange hair that goes down to the back of her knees, bright orange eyes, kinda pale

Family: England *brother*, Scotland *brother*, Wales *brother* 

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"Ireland!" 

"What? I'm listening." 

"How do you feel about this proposition?" 

"We need to be tighter about our enforcement of the environmental protection laws as a whole, in an effort to keep our world safe for future generations. If we don't we'll have to live with unclean air and dirty water. We don't want that. I don't want that." 

"I agree with her. Onhonhonhon~" 

"Shut up France! That's my sister!" 

"It makes it all the better. I agree with your sister. She's good looking too!" 

"Don't talk about my sister like that!" 

"Oh, England. If the ladies like, why stop it?" 

"Will both of you stop it? I don't like fights!" 

"Anything you say, mon chere." [1] 

I sighed. He was such a flirt. Why did I have a crush on him? We couldn't have a real relationship. He couldn't be trusted to stay with one girl... I let my mind go back to the meeting I somehow got back on track. 

*A week after the world meeting* 

"Scotland, can I talk to you? Just for a little while?" 

"Of course you can, sis. What's eating at your head?" 

"I, well..." 

"What's it? Your not pregnant are you? England will be so pissed if you are!" 

"I'm not pregnant! I have a crush on... well, France." 

"Oh, well that's a relief. Be careful with him. He's a jumper." 

"Thanks, Scotland." 

"No problom. Wouldn't let England hear about this though." 

"TOO LATE! What are you drunk from Ireland? Did Russia give you his 'special' vodka again?" 

"No, I am not drunk. Just because your my brother doesn't mean that I'm a horrible drunk like you!" 

"Hey, I am not!" 

"Yes you are," Interjected Scotland, "You're terrible! Everybody thought I was the femminine one because of the kilt! You really wear a skirt! 

England stormed off. I sighed. For weeks, England wouldn't even let me out of the house. Then France came over to our house. 

"Where is mon chere? Ireland, I haven't seen her in weeks. You didn't send her away, did you... you, you BLACK SHEEP OF YORK!" 

"Don't call me that, FROG!" 

"I am much too beautiful to be a frog you nitwit!" 

"That's why I don't want her around you!" 

"Ohonhonhon England, she is no child." 

"He's right, I'm not a kid anymore. I thought I was clear about that when I fought for my independance." 

"I don't care! You're always going to be my little sister!" 

"I'm not little anymore. I'm an adult now, brother." 

"Yeah England, let the las do what she wants. It's her life." Scotland winked at me. 

"Her life, her body," France rationolized, "Unless you lock her away you can't control what she does with it." He thought for a moment, "Even then you still couldn't." 

"Shut up France..." 

"Shut up England." France said with a terrible british accent. 

The list goes on for miles. I was just one more thing for them to fight over. 

"Will you quit fighting already! I'm so sick of it!" 

"What?" 

"I can make my own choices in life. I may be a Kirkland, but I love France!" 

"Oh, mon amie. I had no idea." [2] 

"Sure, no idea at all." 

"No, really. I didn't know. You know I'm just afraid of true love. I'd stop my hopping around for you." 

"Sure you would." 

Well, he did. We got married and had a wonderful wedding. The reception didn't last long though, he couldn't wait for the honeymoon, but neither could I! England was pretty pissed at us. We had a little girl, and named her Victoire. She was our little victory, so the name fit. England's reaction to when I told him I was going to have her: WTF? YOU'RE PREGNANT?

[1] "My dear" 

[2] "My friend" I wanted France to show he has a heart by calling her this.

Ohonhonhon~ CodeRed, I hope you like it. I had a lot of fun writing it!