(Y/N) sat on the park bench, staring out at the ocean waves. She was waiting for someone - rather eagerly at that. It's been a while since he's been in town. In fact, almost a year. She wondered if he remained the same? (Y/N) stood up quickly, cat ears flattening against her cranium at the sound of someone approaching. Most of the other countries knew of her specialty. It didn't mean any normal people did.

      Two hands covered her eyes, causing a small hiss to escape her mouth. A chorus of chuckles swept through the air as the hands were removed. (Y/N) looked behind her at once, (E/C) orbs glaring at the new arrival. Blue eyes stared back. She flushed deeply as she turned around to face the man immediately. It had been a year since the marriage alliance ended. How awkward it was to see France in the flesh. They had only spoken twice over the last year, and both times were over the phone.

      France smiled slightly, "You're still as cute as you were then, mon chéri," he admitted, "Only, more lady-like now."

      Her eyes flashed bitterly, "Well, you're much like a man compared to before," she replied, "Francis, why'd you allow your boss to break it?"

     France pulled her against his chest at this, "Oh, mon amour," he cradled (Y/N), "It had to be done, you can't see? War would've demolished us both, non?"

      "We would've lived through it," she replied, her tail managing to pry loose, "I'm not an ordinary country, as your boss has seen."

      "My boss is blind!"

     France pulled (Y/N)'s face to his, their lips touching immediately. Like a long-lost heart, (Y/N)'s began to beat again. Her heart pounded away in her chest as France continued to kiss her. After a moment, she began to kiss him back, standing on her tip-toes to reach him properly. However, passing people start shouting insults at them in various languages, "Get a room!", "Allez-vous en!(Go away!)". (Y/N)'s country knew many languages, including English and French.

      France chuckled slightly, pulling away from her face. He looked directly at the passing tourists, "Shoo!" he turned back to her, "Look, (Y/N), you've grown up since I've last seen you, non? I'd marry you a hundred times more, and break your heart just as many if it meant I could come to you once in a while and find you still in love with me like the beginning."

     (Y/N)'s ears perked up at that, and her face was a bright red, "F-Francis, that's so cruel," she said, "Why do you do this to me? Is it not enough that I love you more than anyone else?"

      France brushed the hair out of her eyes, "Non, I want you to haine(hate) me as well," he whispered, "I want you to always think about me, whether in love or spite. Honnête à Dieu(Honest to God), Je te aime plus que vous ne saurez jamais(I love you more than you'll ever know)."