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France was walking home from the World Academy with his friends Prussia and Spain. The group laughed and boasted about their day to each other.
“I’m telling you, Hungary is totally into me!” Prussia declared as he gave a thumbs up to himself. “It’s probably because I’m so awesome!”
“Gil, all she did was wave and say hi to you.” Spain spoke sheepishly.
“Before she wouldn’t even utter a word to me! Just trust the process!”
“Hon hon hon! You fools, everybody knows I’m the master of love! If you ever need me for anything romantic I’m always here!” France offered.
“You sound like a pervert!” Both Spain and Prussia shouted. They bickered for a few more minutes until they came to their usual stop.
“Well, Adios! I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“See ya! Kesese!”
“Don’t forget to update me on Hungary! I always have rubbers to spare if you know what I mean!” France called out. He could hear laughing from Prussia and Spain as they drifted off into their own directions. France sighed and began the rest of his journey home. He had quite an eventful day and couldn’t wait to get some work done and rest.
He stepped up onto the doorstep of his home and unlocked it with his keys. He glanced around and shrugged. I suppose nobody is home… He began to walk up his stairs and stretched as he reached the top. He rubbed his eyes as he opened the door to his room and his eyes widened in shock.
England was practically naked and was taking off his panties in front of France’s window. He hummed before coming to a realization that he was walked in on and screamed, covering the chest he didn’t have.
“W-wait! Britain, I’m really sorry I didn’t know you were here! I must say those panties look cute thou-”
France was cut off by his head being blown off with a white bludgeon and blood spluttered out from his head while his body fell to the floor.
“A-ah! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” England quickly apologized, his halo sinking down a bit. A haze of green and sparkles surrounded him as he changed back into his clothes which was just a white night gown hanging loosely off his shoulder. He clapped his hands and a magic wand appeared in his hand.
“Iggi iggi iggirupi!” He sang out while spinning and zapped France’s body with his wand and France came back to life. England hit France’s head with the wand and France winced, rubbing the bump on his head.
“You bloody pervert! You know I need my privacy when I’m changing! Have you ever learned to knock!? I was practically nude in front of you!”
England continued to scold France as France zoned out into his own thoughts.
Ah, I forgot… this is the angel called England that’s been living with me for the past week… how could I forget?
France had come home one day to be met with a rather cute yet bratty British angel sleeping on his bed. He had to hold back many urges that day but it didn’t matter since the minute the angel woke up he killed France before bringing him back to life again as he accused France of somnophilia. France denied such claims and was left with many questions left unanswered. He didn’t know why this angel was here, why it was tormenting him, what it wanted or its purpose. England looked even more outraged when he found out France wasn’t listening to him.
“You twat! Aren’t you listening to me!? I bet you’re thinking of something dirty right now! Frog!”
France snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head.
“Non! Stop assuming such things. I am simply tired and have school work to do, that's all. If you will excuse me I need to set my belongings down and get to work.”
France walked past England, desperately trying to avoid staring at the short nightgown he wore and grabbed his textbooks and headed for the kitchen. He sat down and began to review his Government class notes for about ten minutes uninterrupted before England came by and sat next to him at the table.
“Hey, Frog. I’m bored.”
“Then go watch TV.”
“There’s nothing that suits my taste there.”
“Go drink tea.”
“I already did that today. I don’t want any more.”
“Listen, Britain… I’m very busy… could you leave me be?”
“No, you Frog! I’m bored and I demand attention!”
Mon dieu… He is so annoying… France thought to himself angrily. He was taken aback by England getting on the table and smirking, his knees atop of France’s textbooks.
“B-britain, what are you…” France huffed with a blush on his face.
“If you won’t give me attention then I’ll make you give it to me instead.”
England then grabbed the bottom of his nightgown and slowly lifted it up, revealing a pair of light pink panties that barely did anything to hide his length. France gawked and was taken aback.
“I- Britain- we shouldn’t- my parents… they’ll…”
“Will you give me attention now, you git?” England said with a smirk.
“Y-yes! Yes, I will! Just please pull that thing back down and we can do something!”
England smiled sweetly in contrast to his previous actions and pulled his nightgown back down, hopping off the table and towards France’s room. France was confused and stood up himself and walked back to his quarters.
“What are you here for? You’re here everyday doing whatever pleases you.”
England rummaged through a box of France’s belongings and huffed.
“Shut it. I was wondering about something I found earlier while you were gone.”
Hey pulled out a dusty book before blowing the dust off of it and wiped it with his hand.
“What is this?”
He held the book up to France’s direction and France laughed bittersweetly, smiling.
“Ah, that’s my yearbook from when I was a first year.”
England blinked. “A first year? As in school?”
The angel was surprisingly innocent when it came to day to day things, which was another thing France was confused about.
“Uh… yes.” France said flatly.
“Wow! You look so much more different…” England mumbled as he flipped through the pages.
“So wonderful… the World Academy is what you go to is it not?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“Then it wasn’t the wrong one, phew…”
France was perplexed. “Wrong what? What did you do?”
England closed the book and smiled brightly, closing his eyes as he did so.
“I’m enrolling tomorrow and attending your school!”
France stood in silence, the news dawning on him like doomsday.
Oh no.
Oh no.