Je T'aime Means, I Love You (A France x Reader Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter Three: Dirty Dogs

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{ France'sP.O.V }

    I sighed, slowly making my way up the numerous steps leading to Alfred's apartment building. Of course, with my luck as of lately, the elevator was broken, and, Alfred lived on one of the highest floors. The top floor, to be exact.

    Typical.

    Of course the hero would want the best view of his city. He has this complex that he's some sort of Batman, after all. And, he has to watch over all of his citizens like some superhero..

    As I reached the top step, I could nearly feel my heart beating out of my chest. I groaned, leaning against the wall and panting as an attempt to catch my breath. This made me feel bad for Alfred....He had to climb these steps every day. Then again, knowing him, he could probably survive in his apartment for days on end....

     After finally catching my breath, I made my way over to the large, iron door of apartment 221B, only to be met by a familiar set of eyebrows before I even had the chance to knock.

    "You're early....," The owner of said eyebrows stated, blocking the doorway with his lean, pale body, "You weren't supposed to show up for another hour, Francis"

    "I was anxious....Besides, it's not like you were doing anything important....Right~?" I countered, smirking as I shoved past the Brit, forcing my way inside.

    As expected, the place was a wreck. Dirty clothing and empty soda cans cluttered the already stained carpet. Popcorn and various other snack foods were found among various places, such as the couch, coffee table, and bar. And, as I predicted, the lazy American was sprawled out on the stained floor, in the nude, playing one of his various war themed games.

    "Dude, Arthur, what's taking you so long!? I'm about to sneak into the camp and save the children!" The American whined, turning over so that he could see his friend, only to be met by my grinning self.

    He froze, dropping the controller and quickly grabbing the nearest piece of clothing, his shirt, and using it to cover his southern regions.

    "So, you were busy~?" I questioned, turning to the blushing Brit. The way his face lit up like a Christmas tree....It was just too perfect! I couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, which, only earned me a punch in the arm, "O-Ow! Arthur! What was that for!?!?"

    "Just shut your face, frog. Do you want Alfred's help or not!?" Arthur scowled, leaving the room and returning with a laptop I could have sworn belonged to a teenager. It was completely covered in stickers belonging to various shows and bands. Everything from Doctor Who and Supernatural, to The Black Veil Brides and The Gorillaz. Right away, my attention turned to Alfred, who, was just giving me this cheesy, ear to ear smile.

    "What can I say, man? I love this kind of stuff~," He said as he was handed the laptop. After he brought up a few pages, the blonde man looked at me through the corners of his sapphire eyes, one of his eyebrows raised, "What did you say this chic's name was again?"