"Francis, please stop hitting on me. You've tried so many times," you muttered, shooing the annoying Frenchman away with a hand while closing your eyes out of irritation. Francis whined, "Aw, but [Name], Mon amour! You're such a pretty little lady, and I'm just asking you a small favor to have dinner with me at my house!" You shook your head for the last time and put your head down onto the table as the havoc began to rampage in the World Conference Room.
"Look, Mon amour!" You turned at Francis' voice as he waved at you, running over to you in his red velvet suit, blue eyes glittering and blond hair swaying romantically. You shook the image out of your head and instead swooned at the object in his hands.
"Look, [Name], Mon amour!" Francis said, holding it out to you. "I'm a chick attractor, oui? Take a look at what is in my hands, and fear its glory!" You squealed and then took the tiny white carrier pigeon out of his hands, and you nuzzled its yellow beak with your nose, crooning sweet nothings to it. Francis' expression quickly turned sad as if he were regretting the fact he brought the bird over to get your attention, and then whined, "Mon amour, why not give some of that attention to moi?"
Your eyes glared daggers at him as he shrunk away from you, but quickly he was behind you and in a flash, you were cradled in his arms. You paled instantly as the small Pierre pigeon fluttered to Francis' shoulder, and froze in his grasp.
" Francis crooned into your ear. "You should just become French territory!"
At those words, you quickly flushed a bright red and elbowed the Frenchie in the stomach. He fell to the ground, acting all dramatic; as you began to run to the bus stop another block down to avoid him further, as thought flashed into your mind. What if you'd actually hurt him? You kept running, however, as the desperate chirps of Pierre faded from your mind.
"Aw, ha, Francis," Antonio said with pity in his voice, Romano hiding behind him because after all, Francis was in his presence. Francis didn't respond, but the Spaniard kneeled over and asked, "Francis, did you get rejected by that little tomate [Name] again? Well, that's life's lessonnever set your sights on only one girl! You have to want all of them!"
" Francis sounded truly dejected as he got up and brushed the dirt off his suit.
"KeseseFrancis got rejected? Again?" Duh, it was Gilbert. He ran up to the Frenchie and patted his back. "That's a surprise! But don't feel down! You've got your chick!" He pointed at the small Pierre who sat on Francis' shoulder loyally.
"I got my chick!" Gilbert declared triumphantly, pointing at Gilbird on his head, which was cheeping happily.
"I got my chick," Francis grumbled, slouching. He prodded Pierre as it squeaked indignantly, flapping its wings.
"And I got my chick!" Antonio shouted happily, pointing at Romano. Romano growled and head butted him as Antonio choked.
"So," you said shrugging as you approached Francis. "Are you uh, okay?"
" Francis sniveled into the table. He had his head down on the table, his hair cloaking his face. You couldn't tell if he was crying or not.
This is for you," you mumbled, putting something on his head. But just before you left, you called out softly, "Je t'aime, and I'm sorry about yesterday." You left the conference room with a small smile on your face as Francis put his head up, the object you'd placed on his head falling onto the floor.
He picked it up and inspected what it was as a delighted smile spread on his own face. He began celebrating and hollering victory phrases in French as Arthur Kirkland began to swear curses at him and everyone else got at least 10 feet away from the crazy France.
What was the object you left, exactly? It was a red carnation, the symbol of love.