she better not run around naked.

that is a great idea.

IT ISN'T. OH GOD.

PROCEED TO DO EXACTLY JUST THAT. OUTSIDE ENGLAND'S HOUSE.

WHY HIS HOUSE?

TO THANK ENGLAND FOR THE GREAT IDEA, THAT'S WHY.

DOESN'T WANT THIS.

DOING IT ANYWAY *STRIPS*

IT WAS BAD ENOUGH WHEN IT WAS MALE FRANCE.C-COVER YOURSELF.

DANCES GAILY OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE

THIS IS SO AWKWARD.

THIS IS FUN

stammering and trying not to look. "M-Marianne!! T-This is unbefitting of a lady!"

leans close and winks, "But you don't treat me like a lady, oui?"

backs up, red all over! "Of course I do!"

pouts and wraps her arms around his shoulders. She might be more than a little drunk after some New Year partying. "You don't~ You don't_

treat me nicely at all~"

freaking out. He could feel her chest a-against his! "M-Marianne! T-This isn't funny!"

nuzzles against him. "Of course it isn't~ It's serious~ You should treat me more nicely." She pouts and flutters her eyelashes.

she is being unfair. He tugs off his coat and wraps it around her. "You shouldn't expose yourself so easily."

shivers at the sudden warmth and clings tightly to England. She starts to think that running around naked in winter isn't such a good idea_

after all. "I'm not- I'm.... I drank... a lot..." She hiccups.

still all red, but he scoops her up and starts walking to his house. "Idiot, I can tell."

only holds on to him tightly and continues nuzzling into his warmth. "...don't call me an idiot..."

didn't want to spend his new years with her, but he had no choice now. "I'll call you what I want."

shakes her head. "See, you're not nice to me at all." she pouts and continues clinging.

kicks the door open and kicks it shut, his hands being full. "Well you're not exactly innocent."

"I have to be innocent before you'll treat me nicely?" She really doesn't understand him sometimes.

sets her down on the couch, still oh so embarrassed. "You would be easier to handle."

looks at him through half-lidded eyes. "But I'm not. It's not like I don't have morals, really... I just like to have a little fun..." She_

doesn't feel quite sober enough for a serious talk, but she tries to dredge up her reasoning from the depths of her mind.

wrinkles his nose a little. "You should put your clothes back on. It's not proper."

doesn't actually know where her clothes are, she lost them somewhere in the snow. "Mmm, I guess running naked isn't that proper, but I'm_

respectable enough the rest of the time..." She wriggles until her head is on his lap.

completely rigid! Had she no shame!? "M-Marianne!" He tried fidgetting away.

too tired to care; she just wants something to lay her head on. "Mmmm.."

wearing a troubled expression. He sighs a bit and lets a hand softly pet her hair.

it and wriggles even closer, enjoying the warmth.

so, so embarrassed. How would he explain this tomorrow.

close to falling asleep; this spot is so comfortable... "You're nice now..."

pauses for a minute, almost hesitant to touch her again. "Go to sleep."

makes a little noise of agreement and her arms wrap around him before she falls deeply asleep. "...bonne nuit..."

how the hell to get up...or how the hell he would explain this if anyone walked in.

still clinging tightly to him; she probably won't let go of him as she sleeps.

doing everything to get free without waking her