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France stood outside his tent with his arms crossed across his chest as snow glazed the terrain.
He was currently in an alliance with this ‘Sweden’ and France has come to learn that this ‘Sweden’ is not very talkative.
“Bonsoir, Sweden!” He greeted as the tall blonde passed by. The tall man simply glared at him, nodded and walked off.
“Hmph. Rude.” France pouted as he proceeded to follow the Swede.
The Swede’s stride was fast as he was quite tall for his physical age, but France fortunately caught up to him.
“Hey! Uh… Hi.” France said as he panted, a little exhausted from trying to catch up to Sweden.
“Mm?” Sweden mumbled, confused.
“I uh, I just wanted to talk. We’re allies now! We should talk, right?” France explained. Sweden stared blankly for a moment then nodded slowly. France was unsure what to make of his body language.
“Uhm, well, what do you like to do in your free time? When you’re not out on the field or working, you know?” France asked, Sweden then pulled out a small notebook then flipped to a page containing a rather nice sketch of a small man.
“Is that… Finland?” France asked, Sweden nodded. “Ah, you like… doing Finland?” France smirked and Sweden stared for a moment, then realized his implications and blushed a bright shade of red.
He profusely shook his head as France laughed at his surprise. “I'm just joking, Mon Ami! Calm down!” He laughed as Sweden looked away in embarrassment.
France took a deep breath as his laughing died down.
“Why do you like him so much anyway?” France asked, curious to Sweden’s infatuation towards the man.
“He’s pretty.” He responded simply. France raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Well, Don’t you think I’m pretty too?” France asked, whilst doing a little pose. Sweden stared at the man blankly.
“Mm.” He shrugged. France chuckled at the response.
“No need to be shy. You can keep a drawing of me in your notebook too if you want.” France remarked flirtatiously as Sweden continued to stare blankly at the Frenchman.
“Hmph… Nevermind.” France pouted, a little annoyed and disappointed that he didn’t get the reaction he wanted from the Swede like earlier. “I’ll be in my tent if you need anything. You probably don’t though.” France said as he walked off back to his tent. Sweden stared as he left.
“Did I do somethin’?” Sweden muttered to himself, confused at his quick leave.
France sat in his tent, scribbling in his diary frustratingly when he suddenly heard approaching footsteps outside.
He got up and poked his head out the tent, to find a rather tall Swede staring down at him.
“Mon Dieu- You really are tall, aren’t you?” France commented as Sweden stared back blankly, handing him a piece of paper. France took it curiously and unfolded it.
“Aw, Mon Ami, Did you draw this for me?” France asked as he admired the sketch of what looks to be himself.
“Y’seemed mad.” Sweden muttered to the Frenchman.
“Mad? Oh, no no, I wasn’t mad..” France said, putting the drawing away in his pocket.
“Just a little disappointed…” He mumbled to himself.
“Huh?” Sweden glared, confused. “Oh, Ahaha! It’s nothing! Don’t worry!” France nervously laughed as the tall man stared down at him.
“Well, since you’re here…Uhm, Why don’t we have another chat?” France asked, Sweden shrugged but sat down right outside the tent. France sat down with him.
“I really like your coat. It suits your… Giant of the North thing.” France commented. Sweden nodded his head, acknowledging the compliment.
“However…” France trailed off as he dug through his small pouch.
“This would make it look better.” He said as he pinned a small broach to Sweden’s coat.
It was a small French broach decorated with silver, gold and some small jewels.
“Thanks.” Sweden responded, examining the broach. France smiled. “Anything for a handsome man such as yourself!” He replied as poking the broach playfully.
France took a deep breath. “Ah, doesn’t this snowy weather make you feel romantic?” France asked as he reached his hand out and caught a snowflake.
“Oh, to sit here in the snow with your beloved. Admiring the white landscapes and cuddling with each other to keep warm.” France remarked as he scooted himself a little closer to Sweden.
“‘M used t’ the snow.” Sweden answered.
“Well, that doesn't mean you can’t still appreciate it, non?” France asked, leaning onto Sweden a bit. “Ja.” Sweden replied, closing his eyes and thinking of holding Finland in the cold. France let out a sigh.
“Speaking of the cold, I really am cold. Ugh…” France said as he shuddered, holding himself tight.
“Wait.” Sweden said as he got up from his spot and walked somewhere. France raised an eyebrow and pouted a bit. He was thinking he could snuggle the giant but there he goes again!
After a bit of waiting at the same spot, Sweden came back with a big wooly coat. He wrapped it around France and France felt his face get warm at the sudden gesture. He didn’t expect this level of hospitality from someone tall and menacing like Sweden. But then again, he did make him a drawing to apologize when he thought France got mad at him.
“‘S better?” Sweden asked. France held onto the coat tighter and nodded.
“Merci, Suède.” France responded with a gentle smile, unlike his usual teasing smile or smirk. Sweden found himself letting a small curve appear at the corner of lips as well.
Seems like they’re going to get along alright.