America's boss has told him to be entrepreneurial to get through the economic slump (and strongly hinted about cut allowances and debt, etc). And thus, America starts one of his patented schemes that could go either very well or very badly.
America's plan is to open a nice restaurant. France somehow gets word of these plans and is very interested in this...Cue a few months later. And America and France now have a restaurant together and they're determined to make it the best restaurant of all time. It's too bad there's a new rival club/restaurant/hotel as competition and trying steal all their business
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I think I have a reservation in your pants~ [2/2]but possibly more~
anonymous
March 2 2010, 07:21:27 UTC
god this was just. too hard to resist. srsly. and Framerica is a favorite pairing of mine<3 --- "Angleterre. Strip, s'il vous plait."
"What?!"
"C'mon Iggy! Take it off! Go go go! And put this on!"
"I am not stripping! No! Get your bloody hands off me, frog!" England smacked France's hands away, a furious expression on his face.
"Why the hell are you giving me just an apron? I hope you aren't thinking I will just wear that."
France grinned, opening his mouth to remind him of last years Christmas party but was instantly silenced by the look on the England's face. America looked at both of them with an exasperatedly amused half-smile, a silver platter, it was actually metal- but don't tell France, under his arm.
"But Englaaaand," America brought the platter to his chest and crossed his arms over it, looking unintentionally cute, "You look good in the apron! And we need customers! Badly! Poland and Canada ended up starting a restaurant a few stores down and they're stealing our customers!" He frowned, his sky blue eyes widening
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I think I have a reservation in your pants~ [(THEREAL)2/2]but possibly more~
anonymous
March 2 2010, 07:23:39 UTC
America bit his lip, and began to drum absentmindedly on the platter, unable to quell his worries. France glanced down at him, and sighed with a small smile and a slight shake of his head. He went in front of America and pushed him down on one of the cushier couches in the lobby. The boy, a few years younger than himself and therefore deserving of such a nickname, was so worked up. France had learned long ago that to be successful, you had to be confident and calm. He knew that America was confident. But was he calm?
He noted the slight shaking in America's arms with the confusion in his eyes after France pushed him to sit down. France smiled again, his teeth not quite showing. He stepped forward and leaned over to bring himself face to face with America.
America looked at him with bright, curious but confused eyes, and France resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. Taking a deep breathe, France moved their faces closer together until their noses brushed and he stared into those blue, blue eyes. He trailed his fingers over the folds
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Re: I think I have a reservation in your pants~ [(THEREAL)2/2]but possibly more~
anonymous
March 2 2010, 22:37:37 UTC
This was incredibly fun to read and I'd enjoy it even further if you consider continuing! But no pressure. Even if you decide not to, the bit of dialogue at the ending is perfect.
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America's boss has told him to be entrepreneurial to get through the economic slump (and strongly hinted about cut allowances and debt, etc). And thus, America starts one of his patented schemes that could go either very well or very badly.
America's plan is to open a nice restaurant. France somehow gets word of these plans and is very interested in this...Cue a few months later. And America and France now have a restaurant together and they're determined to make it the best restaurant of all time. It's too bad there's a new rival club/restaurant/hotel as competition and trying steal all their business ( ... )
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"Angleterre. Strip, s'il vous plait."
"What?!"
"C'mon Iggy! Take it off! Go go go! And put this on!"
"I am not stripping! No! Get your bloody hands off me, frog!" England smacked France's hands away, a furious expression on his face.
"Why the hell are you giving me just an apron? I hope you aren't thinking I will just wear that."
France grinned, opening his mouth to remind him of last years Christmas party but was instantly silenced by the look on the England's face. America looked at both of them with an exasperatedly amused half-smile, a silver platter, it was actually metal- but don't tell France, under his arm.
"But Englaaaand," America brought the platter to his chest and crossed his arms over it, looking unintentionally cute, "You look good in the apron! And we need customers! Badly! Poland and Canada ended up starting a restaurant a few stores down and they're stealing our customers!" He frowned, his sky blue eyes widening ( ... )
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He noted the slight shaking in America's arms with the confusion in his eyes after France pushed him to sit down. France smiled again, his teeth not quite showing. He stepped forward and leaned over to bring himself face to face with America.
America looked at him with bright, curious but confused eyes, and France resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. Taking a deep breathe, France moved their faces closer together until their noses brushed and he stared into those blue, blue eyes. He trailed his fingers over the folds ( ... )
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HOT GUYS. WAITERS. ENGLAND. STRIPPED. FRAMERICA MOMENT. GLITTER.
I'LL GIVE YOU ANY ORGANS YOU WANT FROM ME ANON PLZPLZPLZ.
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