Writing fanfictions at midnight is fun.
"That damn cheese eater!" England exclaimed, staring at his assortment of 'magical potions.' They had been replaced with wine bottles, all with fairly suggestive images with France on the labels. "That twit didn't even leave any wine in the damn bottles!" England's eyes had been scarred by France a few too many times for these photos to bother him, but he would still prefer to drink it all off. England was busy trying to clean up, when a strange noise came from the darkness.
"Hon hon hon hon"
England knew that terrible smell of wine and cigarettes from anywhere. It was the filthy baguette man, "How did you get in here?" England yelled demandingly. The French man hon hon honned again. "My presents are merveilleux, non?" England's large eyebrows furrowed. "Get out of my house you bloody wanker!"
France began to emerge from the shadows, he was holding a single, red rose. "I brought this for you, mon amour~" He looked down awkwardly for a second, then made intense eye contact with England. "I just want to be with you, Monsieur England. Is that too much to ask?" England's eyebrows looked ready to stab the French man. France just raised an eyebrow in a slightly seductive but mostly questioning manner. "In your dreams, snail slurper!" England exclaimed.
"The funny thing is, this is a dream, Monsieur England."
England woke up, and sat up with incredible speed. Cold sweat dripped down his eyebrows.
"I really need to stop drinking so much, maybe I should stick to the tea."
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Hetalia One Shots
FanfictionRandom one shots based on Hetalia :D Some will be serious, some will be ships, some will be a joke. All of them will probably be a joke honestly. Enjoy? You can request a story if you want, I might not do it but I might.
