Chapter 1: 'Does Your Mother Know?'
[A/N] Ok, this is for Emily, since I’ve promised her this series for… two or three weeks? Ugh, it seems like forever and a day, but it hasn’t. I’ve just been busy with life, and blah, blah, blah, but please, enjoy my attempt to write for France. =)
‘You’re so hot
Teasing me
But I can’t take a chance on a chick like you
It’s something I couldn’t do.
There’s that look
In your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild.
Ah, but girl you’re only a child.
Well I can dance with you honey, if you think it’s funny
Does your mother know that you’re out?
And I can chat with you baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you’re out?’
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‘Does Your Mother Know?’ –ABBA
Emily entered the house that her best friend, Tennessee, or Natalie, shared with her husband Prussia. “Hello?” She called.
“Oh, Missouri, awesome, you’re~” Nat called from the kitchen, short black hair in her face.
“I’m the awesome one!” Prussia called from the back room.
“Quit saying that, already, hun, if our daughter learns to say that, YOU’RE DEAD!” Tennessee threatened. Missouri, or Emily, just quietly left the scene so that Nat could go scold her child like husband.
“Ah! You must be Emily that Tennessee has been telling me about!” a French accent called.
“Ah, yes, I am.” Emily said. She noted that the man was attractive. VERY, in her opinion.
“I am France, it’s quite a pleasure.” He kissed her hand. Very attractive indeed.
“How old are you?” Emily asked, in hopes that he just look a lot older.
“Twenty-six.”
“Oh.” She replied, disappointed, too old. She’s jail bait.
“And you are…?”
She pondered on whether or not to lie. They could still get in trouble, though. All the states knew how old she was, and that’s not good. No good to lie, then, “Seventeen.”
“Oh.” He replied the same way. Looks like he was expecting older, like Nat. I mean, they are friends, so shouldn’t they be the same age? But then again, the eldest state is around 30 something and the youngest is around 10. So they do range.
“Soooo….” Emily tried breaking the awkward silence that grew.
“Mi amigos! I’m here!” the most annoying Spanish accent ever came flowing from the door.
“Tennessee is in the back scolding our dear friend. He’s in a bit of trouble if their daughter learns to say ‘I’m the awesome one!’” France said, mocking Prussia.
“Isn’t that a bit far off?” Spain asked.
“Apparently not.” Emily said, not one to be left out of a conversation.
“Oh! Hola, senorita!” Spain said.
“Excuse me?” Emily retorted.
“He said, ‘Oh! Hello, Miss!’” Nat came out explaining, dragging Prussia by the ear.
“So not awesome…” Prussia commented, making Nat glare at him.
During dinner, the trio talked, as well as Nat and Emily.
“I can’t accept that answer, that I’m too young! I’m tired of it!” Emily exclaimed.
“Relax, girlie! I’ve got your back! I’ll have you with Francey-pants in no time!” Nat exclaimed, “There’s a hot spring trip coming up, and if I can get Alfred to take you, you might just get some along time.” She winked.
“All right, I’m in.” Emily said, and they went back to eating.
Ok. So much for that being over 1000 words, it was more of a drabble… poo. I’ve got the next one longer, hopefully. Oh well, and after that, that one should be pretty long, and the fourth should be about this long, maybe a little longer, depending on how much time I have, and if I’ve been written out… Thankies for reading! ^w^
‘You’re so hot
Teasing me
But I can’t take a chance on a chick like you
It’s something I couldn’t do.
There’s that look
In your eyes
I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild.
Ah, but girl you’re only a child.
Well I can dance with you honey, if you think it’s funny
Does your mother know that you’re out?
And I can chat with you baby, flirt a little maybe
Does your mother know that you’re out?’
-
‘Does Your Mother Know?’ –ABBA
Emily entered the house that her best friend, Tennessee, or Natalie, shared with her husband Prussia. “Hello?” She called.
“Oh, Missouri, awesome, you’re~” Nat called from the kitchen, short black hair in her face.
“I’m the awesome one!” Prussia called from the back room.
“Quit saying that, already, hun, if our daughter learns to say that, YOU’RE DEAD!” Tennessee threatened. Missouri, or Emily, just quietly left the scene so that Nat could go scold her child like husband.
“Ah! You must be Emily that Tennessee has been telling me about!” a French accent called.
“Ah, yes, I am.” Emily said. She noted that the man was attractive. VERY, in her opinion.
“I am France, it’s quite a pleasure.” He kissed her hand. Very attractive indeed.
“How old are you?” Emily asked, in hopes that he just look a lot older.
“Twenty-six.”
“Oh.” She replied, disappointed, too old. She’s jail bait.
“And you are…?”
She pondered on whether or not to lie. They could still get in trouble, though. All the states knew how old she was, and that’s not good. No good to lie, then, “Seventeen.”
“Oh.” He replied the same way. Looks like he was expecting older, like Nat. I mean, they are friends, so shouldn’t they be the same age? But then again, the eldest state is around 30 something and the youngest is around 10. So they do range.
“Soooo….” Emily tried breaking the awkward silence that grew.
“Mi amigos! I’m here!” the most annoying Spanish accent ever came flowing from the door.
“Tennessee is in the back scolding our dear friend. He’s in a bit of trouble if their daughter learns to say ‘I’m the awesome one!’” France said, mocking Prussia.
“Isn’t that a bit far off?” Spain asked.
“Apparently not.” Emily said, not one to be left out of a conversation.
“Oh! Hola, senorita!” Spain said.
“Excuse me?” Emily retorted.
“He said, ‘Oh! Hello, Miss!’” Nat came out explaining, dragging Prussia by the ear.
“So not awesome…” Prussia commented, making Nat glare at him.
During dinner, the trio talked, as well as Nat and Emily.
“I can’t accept that answer, that I’m too young! I’m tired of it!” Emily exclaimed.
“Relax, girlie! I’ve got your back! I’ll have you with Francey-pants in no time!” Nat exclaimed, “There’s a hot spring trip coming up, and if I can get Alfred to take you, you might just get some along time.” She winked.
“All right, I’m in.” Emily said, and they went back to eating.
Ok. So much for that being over 1000 words, it was more of a drabble… poo. I’ve got the next one longer, hopefully. Oh well, and after that, that one should be pretty long, and the fourth should be about this long, maybe a little longer, depending on how much time I have, and if I’ve been written out… Thankies for reading! ^w^