FrIre

(FrIre... Frier... what)

France began to walk up to the house of England. He had decided a few days ago that he hadn't seen his old 'friend' in quite a while, and thought he could drop by for a surprise visit. Sure, it was true they didn't get along well, but they didn't truly hate eachother-- or at least France didn't, despite how many times both never really would admit it. And because of that he wasn't really sure England would take his random visit so kindly, but oh well, we was here now and may as well. He reached the door, and gently poked the doorbell.

(Note to anyone else that England isn't home Heta and I planned things.)

[ohokay-]

Ireland sat in the main room of his brother's home, silently reading one of the books he had taken off of one of the shelves. He had been waiting for England to return home, his brother having left about half an hour ago. He had visited his brother for business reasons, some bullshit their bosses wanted them to do. His reading being interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, he sighed before closing the book and setting it down. Heading over to the front door, he opened it, wondering who the hell was at the door. He blinked in confusion when he saw France. "What are you doing here?" he questioned.

"Eh?" France said, noting that it wasn't England who opened the door but... Ireland? Was he not home? Or perhaps his brother was just visiting and happened to open the door. Who knew. Tilting his head to the side a bit, he continued. "Is Art-- England home? I'd like to speak to him."

Frowning at France, he shook his head. "No, he just went out a while ago. No clue when he's coming back, though," he said, leaning against the doorway lazily.

"Is that so?" France lifted and eyebrow. "May I come in then and wait for him?" It wouldn't be too bad waiting, would it? He didn't have much to do today, and after all, it'd leave for a more surprising visit!

"I... guess?" Ireland shrugged. "Just be aware that my brother will most likely end up attacking you if he sees you." He then moved aside for the Frenchman to enter the building.

"Oh I'm not worried about that" France giggled and he scampered into England's home. "After all we've been through, I'm sure I've already witnessed his worst."

[why does the word giggle amuse me so much omg]

"I'm sure." Ireland closed the door behind him and returned to where he originally was before having to open the door for France.

France waddled over to the sofa, then plopped himself upon it. "So, Ireland was it?" he began, "Has there been anything interesting going on with you?"

Turning his gaze back toward France, he frowned. "Not really," he said. "Though it's not any of your business."

"Aw," France sung, "Well that's no fun. Don't you ever do anything interesting at all?"

"Of course I do, just not much around this time," he huffed, giving the blonde a look.

[hello much late post]

"Oh?" France tilted his head, "So when do you, then, hmm?"

"When people aren't bothering me with questions," Ireland answered, scowling at France.

France laughed lightly. "Oh, of course, of course," he shifted a bit into a more comfortable position, then continued, "And when would that be?"