Icy Heart and Warm Love

Chapter Thirty-One

One rule that every country in the world had always forgotten about France was to never make him angry.

On the outside he may have looked slightly harmless, but on the inside he was a raging storm, waiting for its next victim.

If someone was France's enemy, they would be forever the victim of the storm that never went away.

Britain had obviously forgotten about that rule, and Kalda knew firsthand the dangers of France's anger.

"I seriously cannot believe zhis!" France continued on. "Why did you two share a bed togezher? I zhought zhat you hated each ozher!"

"In my defense, Kalda came to me."

"In his defense, I came to him."

Kalda and Britain blushed once they realized that they had admitted their answer in unison, earning even more shock and anger from the Frenchman.

"If you zhink for one second zhat I am going to believe you, you are sadly mistaken!" France kept on yelling. "Also, I made breakfast downstairs if you want some."

Kalda rolled her eyes at the sudden change in France's attitude at his second sentence, so she just got out of the bed and walked downstairs.

"I'm still in my pajamas!" she called to him. "If we did the thing, my clothes would be off!"

Britain busted out laughter at France's horrified face, getting out of the bed as well.

"She got you there," he said, walking out of the room.

"I swear, if you gave her even half of a kiss," France threatened, "you are a dead man." 

"Oh, and like you know anything," Britain replied with an eye roll. "Weren't you the one who was trying to persuade me once to get her into my bed with me in the first place?"

"I was just teasing you!" France answered. "I wasn't actually serious! I would never put my niece into a situation like zhat!"

"You did when you were drunk," Kalda stated, grabbing some breakfast.

"Zhat was one time!" France defended. "I had no control over zhat!"

"What's going on?" America asked, joining the conversation.

"Kalda and Britain slept togezher!" France accused again.

"WE DID NOT!" Britain and Kalda answered in unison.

"Yeah, I'm leaving this conversation," America stated, walking into the kitchen as well.

"I think that I'm going to eat outside where I don't have to hear you two arguing and America yelling "Shut up!" over and over again," Kalda explained, walking outside with her breakfast in her hands.

She closed the door, all three men just staring at it and expecting Kalda to come back in, but she never did.

"Yeah, I'm also gonna' go outside," America stated. "She'll need someone out there to protect her."

He walked outside as well, leaving France and Britain alone in the house together.

That was, until Russia appeared.

"What happened?" he asked. "I heard yelling."

"Nothing," France and Britain flatly replied in unison, looking away from each other with crossed arms.