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France part 1

  The sweet, sweet smell of rose and birds singing a sweet melody woke you from a sweet land 

of dreams. 

"Are you awake now, princess?" A voice, thick with a French accent said.

You woke up to a blond haired French man that you know as France from Hetalia, looking down 

at your sleeping form with your head on his lap. You sat up it was all to obvious that your prom 

dress was gone and you now wore a cute (favorite color) skirt and adorable (another color) 

blouse but your dangling earrings, that fell to your shoulders (yes there are earrings like that i 

own a pair) , the ones with the French flag on them stayed the same.

You found yourself in an opened field unsure of where the smell of roses came from, perhaps 

France himself?

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He said kindly.

"Your France, right? I'm (yo-country name) ." You started saying your real name but something 

stopped you and said a country name instead.

"It is wonderful to meet you." He kissed the back of your hand as if you were a princess. You 

giggled, covering your mouth with your free hand.

The sun sets behind you.

"This is almost to good to be true."