France's Daughter // Hetalia

Chapter Twenty- Save Room For Dessert

// a longer chapter than usual. Just a heads up.

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Charlotte (Charlie, Lottie)

Two weeks later..

5PM

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"I don't-a like airplanes, Germany usually flies withme, I don't understand why you're-a making me do this!"

"It's Ludwig. You know I don't understand that game. I'm making you do this because you're the only one who can talk sense into Papa. He likes you."

"Big brother France won't-a listen to me!! Let me off! I want to go hommeee!"

"Quit squirming!"

I hold him down, praying that the plane starts moving sooner rather than later. We're headed to Paris, and Feliciano, despite volunteering to fly with me, is about to have a panic attack. Granted, the plane isn't the best. German airports are a bit rusty, but It's whatever. I'm used to flying- but Feli's used to flying with Ludwig. 

He's going to have to suck it up. 

Three days ago, I spent four hours convincing Papa to give Bryce another chance. We arranged a fancy dinner in a fancy restaurant in Bordeaux, and if Bryce impresses Papa, he'll get off my back and let me live at home again. This was the quickest plane to France.

I was perfectly content with flying alone, but Papa insisted I take one of the guys with me. I love Ludwig to death, he's like a buff teddy bear, but he's just as against Bryce as Papa is. Kiku would stay quiet the entire ride unless I brought up some American merchandise or food, so Feliciano was the best choice. He loves love, just like Papa, so I assumed he'd take my side on this. Plus, he's talkative and bright, and cheery... 

but getting him on the damn plane was impossible. And now, I have to physically hold him down, and slap my hand over his mouth, because he's disturbing all the other passengers- and German people are scary. 

"FelI! Do you want these germans to kill us!?" I whisper, cupping his cheeks and forcing him to look at me. "Because they will unless you calm down!"

He stares at me with those closed eyes.. somehow.. and nods understandingly. There's still a fragment of a tear in the corner of his eye when he looks away, focusing on the rhythmic bouncing of his knee and the light hum of the engine. I feel bad, but then again, he's always like this. Though, Ludwig told me he's not really a scaredy-cat when it comes to serious matters- just unmotivated. Relatable.

I know Papa wanted me to bring Ludwig, just so he'd have backup. Maybe talk me out of the dinner- but he adores Feli. Maybe he'll really change his mind. 

I really miss Papa, though.

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France (Francis)

7PM

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Things have been tense since that night with England. That morning, he tried to cook breakfast for me. 

I had to put out the fire. 

The next day, he made me a scrapbook of Charlotte when she was a little girl. It just made me depressed.

 He's been unusually nice to me, and we haven't gotten in a fight. If I throw an insult at him, he laughs it off. If I try to irritate him, he just smiles and nods. 

It's so.. Annoying.

When he's not kissing my ass, he's in his room, doing god knows what with his imaginary friends. Of course, I still feed him. What kind of man would I be if I let him starve? However, I don't strike up conversations anymore. He's been trying so hard, it's flattering, really...