10"Since when have you not been violent, mon amour?" France asked. England smirked.
"I direct most of my violence toward you, and that's because I hate you." she growled. France chuckled.
"Oh, I know you don't really hate me, mon cher. You just pretend you do so you don't have to share America's attention with me." he laughed. England cocked her head.
"What? That doesn't make any sense, toad!" she hissed.
"Oui, it does! If we were to be married, I would help in raising Amérique, so he would not give all his attention to you! Tu es un porc attention, en Angleterre!" France answered, laughing. England glared at him with dark eyes.
"What did you say!?" she demanded. France shook his head and put a hand up.
"No, you have to learn French if you want to know what I said!" he laughed. England glared at him.
"Git." she muttered. America tugged on his sister's sleave.
"England! Oh, I mean, uh, Angleterre!" he whined, only adding the second part when he got a look from France. England sighed in annoyance.
"Yes, America?" she asked.
"Will you get back to the story, please?"
Well, the next morning was very tense. France was laughing and trying to speak with me all morning while I ignored him the very best I could. It wasn't until I left to go check on the militia that I actually spoke to him.
"France, would you like to come with me? I have to check on my militia." I growled. France grinned, happy to have me speaking to him.
"Of course, mon amour! I would love you come with you!" he chuckled. I nodded as I turned and left the house. France quickly followed me and walked beside me. We were silent for a while as we walked. "So, where is your militia, Angleterre?" France finally asked.
"Outside of London, wouldn't want to be surrounded by too many spies. We don't have many here who we trust." I replied, looking around. France chuckled.
"Mon cher, you truly are paranoid." he teased. I glared at him.
"France, this is serious! I am trying to get away from an older brother who has no problem with beating the bloody hell out of me if it means I have to stay with him so he can force me into marriage! He wants to make money off of me, and he won't just back down. I am fighting for my life, so I would appreciate it if you would take this more seriously!" I snarled. France blinked at me.
"Okay...Fine, mon amour. If it's that important to you..." he mumbled. I glared away from him him, annoyed yet surprised. He was actually gonna listen and take me serious... I think. Even if he doesn't, at least he decided to shut up about how paranoid I was.
("Haha, you admitted how paranoid you were!" France laughed, but was ignored.)
We made it out of England with most of the day still ahead of us, which was great. I led France over to my militia. "Men! Get your lazy asses up!" I ordered. I tried to yell and act tougher around them, just so they would take me seriously.
They were up and on their feet in seconds. Most looked confused to see France, and others seemed annoyed that I had woken them up. I ignored the emotions in the croud, and just continued with the task at hand, which was introductions.
"Men, this is France. He has decided to become our ally in fighting Scotland! Anybody have anything to say about that?" I demanded. Nobody spoke up, which made me have hope. Nobody was questioning the decisions that were being made by me, their leader, so everything was running smoothly.
"Alright men. We need to get to training for the day! France, will your army be joining us?" I demanded. France laughed. "Well, they won't be here until next week..." he admitted. I glared at him.
"WHY WOULD YOU COME HERE TO BE MY ALLY IF YOU WEREN'T EVEN PREPARED!?" I snarled. France laughed.
"Well, I am prepared... I just came earlier than my army, mon amour..." he pointed out. I glared at him, annoyed. Then I heard a few of my soldiers snickering at the sight of me and my 'ally' fighting.
"Wow, is there flirting on the battle feild?" somebody taunted. France winked at me as my eyes widened and I looked at my soldiers with stunned eyes. Did they just say...
"BLOODY HELL NO! I HATE THIS FROG!" I snarled, annoyed with them. I heard a few more snickers and growled. There goes me being taken serious. Just because I'm a woman, I'm flirting because I hate a guy and yell at him, huh?
("Oui, Angleterre-")
I'll show them with making training hours longer. We'll see how they like that! "Alright, men, lets prepare by training until the moon is it's highest in the sky! Oh, and no breaks for you either! How about that!?" I hissed. Everyone instantly shut up and I smirked. "Good, then training will just be until nightfall." I added, hearing a few groans. France looked at me with big eyes.
"Angleterre, they were just teasing-" he began.
"I don't care. There should be no joking on the battlefeild!" I snapped. I knew that wasn't really why I was forcing the training, that I was really just mad at them for saying I liked France, but I was still to annoyed to really be upset over making them do extra training.
So, today was going to be miserable for them.
There was one thing I forgot to plan about when I forced extra training on everyone. How were France and I going to go home in the middle of the night? I didn't trust that frog enough to walk through the dark with him, so we ended up having to stay the night with the soldiers.
Guess what else?
We had to stay in the same building to sleep BY OURSELVES. This is great, JUST great.
I quietly walked into the little cabin-like building. France followed me in of course. I glared at him. "You better keep your dirty hands to yourself, you bloody frog." I threatened. France laughed.
"Mon cher, I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to." he replied, the perverted look on his face annoying me. I crossed my arms, growling quietly in annoyance.
"Are you implying that I would want you to do such inappropriate things to me, toad?" I demanded. France chuckled.
"You said it, not me!" he replied. I growled and my hands balled into fists.
"I'm just saying what your face is telling me, you damned toad!" I snapped. France smirked.
"And I'm just trying to read your body language, mon cher." he replied. I smiled a falsely sweet smile.
"Oh? And I'll bet it's telling you that I hate your guts and want you to jump of a cliff, you bloody fool." I replied. France grinned pervertedly, looking up at me.
"Actually, it's telling me that you just don't want to admit what you want me to do to you!" he laughed. I'll be honest... I snapped again. I grabbed him by the throat and throttled him. Unfortunately, a soldier had come to check up on us and managed to pull me off of France yet again.
I swear, that damned Frenchman had a death wish, but he had people watching out to make sure I didn't kill him.
This is definately not fair.
Bing Translate :
Mon amour : My love
Mon cher : My dear
Oui : Yes
Amérique : America
Tu es un porc attention, en Angleterre! : You are such an attention hog, England!
Angleterre : England