had come to spy on the France's when she sees him. She decides now is a good time to draw on his face and leave...so she does.

moves slightly in his state of napping, causing his hair to fan out, shimmering in the sun. He snored slightly, most likely dreaming of_

perverted things with his counterpart.

he looks too happy, so she steps on his stomach a little roughly.

the most pitiful expression when she does this.

takes pleasure in this.

creaks his eyes open and frowns as he looks at her. "Who are you and why are you so violent towards me?"

it isn't obvious, huh? She had no eyebrows. "England."

"... Angleterre has big eyebrows. And is male. Though it's been a long time so maybe I should check again."

stomps on him again. "I am the female England you twat!"

laughs, catching her foot and keeping it in the air. "Ah, forgive me mademoiselle sourcils."

shakes her foot, trying to get it free since he could probably see up her dress now. "L-Let go frog!"