7Francis Bonnefoy was, unlike most French, a very happy person, so, it's with a big smile on his face that he got out of his house on this bright french morning at seven am to get his daily baguette at the bakery in front of his house.
- Bonjour ! he said brightly to his neighbor.
- Tais-toi, il est sept heures du mat' (Shut up, it's seven am), answered said neighbor, annoyed.
Unbothered, Francis crossed the road, already sniffing the delicious smell of just-out-of-the-oven croissants.
- Belle matinée, n'est-ce pas ? (Beautiful morning, isn't it) he saluted the baker.
- Bonjour Mr Bonnefoy, ce sera comme d'habitude ? (Good morning Mr Bonnefoy, it will be the usual?) she asked.
- Vous me connaissez si bien (You know me so well), he answered with a wink.
He quickly after left the bakery, three baguettes under his right arm, holding with both hands a bag of still warm croissants and pain au chocolat (because as any good French person, he said pain au chocolat, and not chocolatine (just thinking about it gave him headaches on most days)). He now had to go to work, at the world meeting center. Sadly this place was too far for him to walk and he had to take the Metro. Bracing himself for the smell, he entered the underground place, now wearing his special "metro face", so far from his usual charming smile. Obviously, like any good french respecting themselves, he skillfully dodged the fare, sneaking into his wagon, praying a god he certainly didn't believed in (in public at least) that the controller wouldn't be in it. At the next stop, a familiar face with very recognizable eyebrows made it's way in his wagon.
- Frog ! Is that you ? I think i lost myself in that… FraNCe ArE YOu oK ?
Francis watched him with a blank face and did not answer. He lowered his eyes back to his phone without even bothering to take out his earbuds.
- France ? Are you seriously ok ? You are worrying me.
Faced once more with a complete silence and a few glares, England braced himself and switched to French.
- France, tu vas bien ? Tu veux que j'appelle de l'aide ? (France, are you ok ? Do you want me to call some help ?) He asked, with a slight accent.
France looked at him with utter annoyance, scrolled a bit through his phone and unplugged his earbuds, his loud music breaking the heavy silence of the wagon.
- AH SI TU POUVAIS FERMER TA GUEULE(If only you could shut the f up) (1)
The whole wagon started to scream loudly the lyrics of the song, some laughing, some mocking England, mothers covering their children's ears, but still humming the tune themselves.
England was terrified and promptly got out of the train at the next stop, watching France re-plug his earbuds with a small smile and the wagon falling once again in an uncomfortable silence.
- Never again, swore England. I will never ever again put a foot in this hell.
A/N :
1 : This is a famous French song from the even more famous Patrick Sébastien. Everybody knows and loves him in France
English isn't my first language so please, notify me any mistake you find so I can correct it and learn.
Si t'es français(e), n'hésites pas à m'envoyer tes propres headcanons sur la vie quotidienne de notre chère nation, que je me sente moins seule ;-; (et oui, j'ai besoin d'un peu d'inspiration aussi)
Si vous êtes team chocolatine, je suis désolée, ne me tapez pas svp ;-; Je n'ai rien contre vous, j'ai même des amis qui disent chocolatine.