[Fic] A Small Stroll in the Woods
Title: A Small Stroll...
Aurthor: iamme130
Rating: PG/ K
Prompt: Anything involving Young!fruk with fem!England, whether you use France or fem!France is up to you.
The young french boy was finally done with his afternoon chores and started his evening walk through the woods.
It has been two days since he last saw England, and though it was only a mere 48 hours- he was getting a little bit lonely.
So, off he was to where he presumed his young lapin would be, maybe talking to his invisible friends or something equivalent to that.
A small stream marked their play area, but the english boy was no where to be seen. How disapointing, thought France, I even brought a little hat for the rascal.
Just as the paresian was about to return home, he heard an annoyed grunt come from the north. A small smile played on the blond's lips as he starined to find out where that noise came from. Who else could it be but the english boy he sought for, straining to reach for an unknown object up on a tree.
"Bonjour Angelterre, what could you possibly be doing?" France pipped up, causing the green-eyed boy to jump from his skin. "What are you doing here you frog!?" Ah- how uncute.
England jumped off from tree stump he was on, and looked up angrily at the taller male. "Get away from me your pervert, and leave me alone!" the small nation said with an obvious annoyance to the other, or maybe he was faking it...
France looked at where the young England was reaching towards, and saw quite a delictable looking piece of fruit. He chuckled as he figured that his little England wanted that fruit for his own personal needs....but was tad bit to short to get it.
But, his little connection earned him a kick to the chin from the younger blond. A groan escaped the french boy's throat, and he tried his best to remain with a cool head. "I-I see there is a nice looking apple up there....perhaps you w-want it?" For a little kid, England sure did kick hard.
England looked down slightly upset as France spoke. He hated that he was so small! Now the other was going to enforce his power over the younger, he thought.
The Parisian reached up and plucked the red apple from it's location and observed the fruit like it was a puzzle.
"You wish to have this, right? Well...," the blue-eyed boy looked at the other with a mischevious glint in his eyes, "I will need something in exchange for it then."
England really did not want to find out what the other had in mind, but set his pride to the side. It was either starvation, or a defiled pride.
"All I want, is a....," wait for it...." a kiss". The young England turned around and started walking away. Ya, he would rather starve.
The french boy stared in aw as the other started walking into the woods. His play date could not end so soon! "Fine! have the apple!" he yelled at the cloaked english boy.
The smaller one looked back for a second, as if trying to see the french's face plastered with a lie, but found none. The apple was removed from the parisian hand in the blink of an eye, and was in an english mouth in another. How very uncute, thought France. But, all was not lost thought the soon to future enemy of the english boy.
"By the way, I was at the shop the other day...and I was given this lovely little hat. But, sadly, it is way to small for me. So, ici vous allez"
It was a simple flower hat really,a purple base with two roses cerimoniously placed on either side with lace decorating the edges. It was attractive, but good heavens if England was seen wearing that!
"Hah! No way am I wearing that! That is for girls!" The short scruffy haired boy exclaimed, pointing at it like it was a disease. Which, in fact, might as well could have been; anything with such a french taste to them was like poison!
France just looked at the younger boy, waiting for him to get the message. He HAS to wear it.
England looked up and noticed the playful sparkle in France's eyes. He refused a kiss, so he must wear it....That seemed to be the conditions set out. It were conditions England would respect.
There were two silk strings on either side of the hat, floating, waiting to be tied under the chin of the lucky wearer. Since England was unexperienced with fancy bows and the such, the Parisian took the liberty to tie it himself.
His plan was in certain motion!
The white silk strings were gracefully tied and as England was going to pull away in shame, France pulled the pale face to his owns and stole a innocent kiss from the other.
"W-WH- FRANCE!! You Idiot!"
Said person decided it was time to leave the scene. As France giggled his way out, England fumed by-himself.
"Why does he always do this!? Stupid git..."
Two fingers approached his pink lips and lingered for a moment, before his hating attitude started wiping away the ghostly touch.
Behind a tree France smirked, and layed a basket of treats for England. Ah, if only he could stay a bit longer and have more fun. But- that would risk his neck- non?
"Maybe tomorrow will end a little bit diffrently?"