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Taking Over 4

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"What iz This?"

"Dinner.."

"Why does zhe boy's mush look more appetizing?"

"Because the boy's food was created in a lab by overpaid men in white suits and inflated egos. This was created out of the goodness of my heart, which is currently running off four hours of sleep, a bran muffin, and a very low opinion of the world at large.

France poked at his food apprehensively, "I don't believe I 'ave to suffer just because you cannot separate fact from fiction."

"Those are real problems people face!" England retorted jabbing his fork across the table at France.

"I doubt it! It iz a Soap Opera!" France reasoned shrugging his shoulders while eyeing his son's fruit cocktail.

England blushed but fought to defend himself "art reflects life!"

"Oui, but whose?"

"There are more people in this world than you, you know." England reflexively saved America's cup as it was sent spinning to the edge.

"Oui," France smirked and winked as he speared a peach off of Canada's food tray. The blond boy frowned up at his father who clucked him under his chin playfully; evidently this action appeased Canada who went back to analyzing his meal, reminiscent of the older nation.

"Why do you have to make everything sexual?"
"Et ez more fun, non?"

"Or maybe it's because Seychelles hasn't returned any of your phone calls, and you're getting a little blue?" The Englishman waggled his eyebrows, but the other side of the table remained mute.
"I wonder if she's having an affair." He waggled his eyebrows some more, this time achieving a reaction.

"You know, in stead of living vicariously zrough my conquests, perhaps you should look into 'aving some of your own!" France got out of his chair mumbling something about 'whose blue now' and took his dinner plate to the sink, as three pairs of eyes watched.  "And just because I 'aven't told you she's called back," he said over his shoulder as he sent his inedible slop down the drain, "doesn't mean she 'asn't."

"So, she has?"

"Non," he cleaned off his plate, then turned to look back at the table "but if you zay another one word about 'er 'aving an affair I'm calling zhe cable company and 'aving it shut off."

America, Canada and England watched France storm out of the kitchen, then two pairs of cloudy eyes turned his way, both began pointing and using their newest phrase: Uh oh.

England was fairly certain where ever France was brooding, he could hear the repeated lament of "Uh oh, Papa! Uh oh Papa!" As bad as the situation seemed to be, it would be a fool indeed whose spirits weren't lifted by their tiny cries of concern.  Perhaps, after a bath of course, they would go cheer their Papa up.
Is that a plot I see? Good heavens how did that get in there. :D

No worries, there are still many drabbles left to be had, but now we have something to look forward to.

It's been brought to my attention that I've left France and Englands relationship a mit fuzzy.

Here the gist fellas: In my head, France and England are fairly new Fathers, for reasons I'll let you all come up with, they have started living together. Moral support maybe? They have seperate bedrooms and, more or less, seperate lives.

I know I know, I can hear you. Yes this isn't technically "FACE"

... but it will be.

You just be patient, and I'll grant your wish as soon as I feel like it :D

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Part 7 [link]

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aw noes! not the peach! :iconshycanadaplz: