Why I had this idea? I'm not sure. Anyways, please enjoy!

France sighed dramatically, focusing on his flawless wavy golden hair and twirling it around his finger.

He could feel England's enraged glare burning holes into the side of his head (he had flirted quite a bit with the Brit in the beginning of the meeting, so much so that the meeting room was torn apart, but somehow Germany managed to miraculously shut everyone up and resume the meeting).

There was only one thing of interest at the moment for the bored Frenchman. He was focused on the sleeping American across him, his head lolled back, drool slowly escaping his mouth. It was simply adorable. As he stared at the American a strange thought popped into his head: What is with that cowlick? Of course I don't mind, I love it as much as the rest of him, but I wonder what would happen if I were to touch it.

"Oi, Frog! Germany said it was your turn!" The Brit screeched, elbowing him harshly in the gut.

France snapped out of his funk. "I-w-what?"

Arthur rolled his emerald eyes in annoyance. "Have you not been listening?! Norway finished his presentation! You're next!"

"A-ah... of course." Francis stood up, gathering his papers of statistics needed for his presentation. He walked up to the front of the room.

He saw Alfred snap awake. The sight made him perk up slightly.

"Bonjour, fellow nations. So my solution to the global economy is..."

(After the meeting because I don't want to write an entire speech on global economy)

Canada sighed softly, picking up his brief case. "Come on, Kum...oji." The whispered to his polar bear.

America ran up to him, his eyes swimming with pent up energy.

"Hi, Alfie, what did you think of the meeting?"

Alfred froze. "Uh... well, Fran had some good points. Fran's speech was really good!"

Matthew's eyes narrowed. "Were you awake for anyone else's presentation?"

"... Maybe not."

"Alfred!" Matthew scolded him as loud as he could (barely above a whisper). "I understand that the meetings are boring, but you can't just sleep through them!"

"I know! I'm sorry! You know how bad I am at long duration super boring stuff like this! I really tried this time too, but Iggy's voice just lulled me to sleep!"

Matthew simply shook his head. "There's no use bickering over the past, I guess. How about we get some dinner?"

"!"

The Canadian walked out of the meeting room, followed by his energetic baby brother.

Francis watched the adorable American leave the premises.

He pursed his lips, eyes fixed on Alfred's cowlick, which bobbed from side to side as he walked, it almost looked like a puppy wagging it's tail in excitement.

It made the Frenchman swoon.

He pulled Arthur out of what seemed to be a very heated discussion with China.

England screeched, slapping Francis. "GET YOUR BLOODY MITTS OFF ME!"

France groaned, holding his cheek. "Angletterre, I just wanted to ask you a question."

The Brit scoffed angrily, crossing his arms. "Fine, but make it quick!"

"If one... theoretically moi, were to say... pull on Amerique's cowlick, what would happen?"

England's expression became more thoughtful than enraged. "Honestly, I have no idea... though perhaps he gets defensive like South Italy, or flirty like Norway." (Those are head canons of mine! Sorry if you disagree! Please don't get upset!)

"So even you don't know?"

"No, but... don't you try anything with him! He's still my little brother!"

France chucked. "Don't worry, mon ami, I love him far too much to hurt him in any way."

England's jaw dropped. "You and... America? That was not what I had guessed." He turned away. "! YOU WON!"

"I KNEW I WOULD ARTHUR-SAN!" He yelled back victoriously, despite the two only being about ten feet apart from each other.

"DON'T GET COCKY! I WAS STILL RIGHT ABOUT CANADA AND PRUSSIA!"

England turned back to France as if nothing just happened. "Anyway, you better be perfect to him, FROG."

"I promise with all my heart I will."

An evil aura surrounded the Brit. "If you hurt him in ANY WAY, I will become your worst nightmare." England growled.

"GAH! I said I wouldn't do anything to him!" Francis screamed, before running away from the Brit.

(A few minutes later)

Francis sighed in relief, looking around him.

It's good that I escaped Angleterre, but where am I now?

All he knew was that the meeting was held in Washington state in the US of A. So, he knew he was somewhere in Washington, most likely close to Seattle because that's where the meeting had been held.

Suddenly, he heard voices behind him, he froze.

"... Alfie, you can't let your crush get in the way of your work! I don't want it to be a repeat of last time!"

"This isn't like last time, Mattie! Amelia was a human!"

Matthew sighed defeatedly. "I just don't want your heart top get broken again, okay?"

"Mattie, I'm like 200 years old, I'll be fine."

"I know, but-"

Francis' sapphire eyes widened in fear. Why did Matthew stop talking.

He turned around slowly to see Matthew glaring at him.

"Bonjour, France."

"B-bonjour, Mathieu; comment ca va?" He said nervously.

"Let's skip the pleasantries, how much did you hear?" Matthew snapped.

France's eyes widened, Matthew had never spoken to him in such an icy tone.

Matthew was about to pull out his hockey stick, but Alfred played a sun kissed hand on his shoulder, his sky blue eyes begging his brother not to smack his crush with a hockey stick.

Matthew sighed. "I guess your blood isn't worthy of staining my hockey stick. Alfred wants to talk to you. Try anything and I'll break your face." Matthew stormed off.

The two blondes looked at each other.

"You saved me..." Francis whispered.

Alfred blushed. "Not really... Matthew's just defensive... he wouldn't have actually done anything to you... I think."

Francis stepped closer. "I disagree. Merci, mon cher."

Alfred's blush darkened. "Uh... n-no prob, dude..."

"Alfred..." Francis smiled softly, caressing the American's cheek softly. "you're so beautiful... do you know that?"

Alfred's face was on fire. "I-I-"

Francis leaned in, their lips nearly kissing. "May I kiss you."

Alfred nodded shakily.

Francis pulled his tie, their lips crashing together, he took this opportunity ti use his left hand to pull the cowlick.

Alfred gasped, pulling apart.

"Agh! I'm sorry, I-"

"You're in trouble now~." Alfred said in a low voice.

It was Francis' turn to blush now. "Wh-"

Alfred pulled him in for another kiss.

"I love you, Francis." Alfred whispered in his ear.

"Je t'aime, mon Alfred."

They continued making out.

After a few minutes, Matthew got impatient and came back around the corner. Let's just say it took Francis of explaining and several hits with Matthew's hockey stick.

Fin!

Here's a cute picture because why not?!Neither picture is mine. I don't own any of these characters, all I own is my writing. That's all!

Au revivor!