It was a sunny but bitter cold Saturday afternoon which saw France in England with said nation right beside him. Snow lay on the ways and on the roads was an indefinable mud with an unpleasant colour. Inside the café they sat in it was warm and the colours were a stark contrast to the white and brown of the snow and the not any more snow. France had no idea why England decided he wanted to talk to him so he interrupted the silence between them.

"So, England, mind to tell me why I'm here? I was busy. My restaurant doesn't work without me" France drawled and earned an annoyed look.

The blonde Nation with enormous eyebrows looking like caterpillars huffed: "It's definitely not your charm, Frog."

"I'm wounded, England" the Frog called Nation said in mock hurt. France and England might not get along quite well but everything they said was taken in stride.

"I was wondering if you could help me" started England and looked as if he'd eaten a lemon. The blonde bearded man could understand this. The nation across from him was very prideful and it would hurt his ego very much if he had to ask for a favour from his least-liked nation.

"What for?" France asked curious and cocked his head to one side. The just eaten a lemon look got worse. "Spill it already, England. I don't have all day for you."

An exasperated sigh tore from England's lips and he dragged a hand through his blonde hair. "It's America" he finally gave up. "He's doing something stupid but whenever I want to talk to him he gets stubborn. I think when I tell him right now and there that Hamburger were the best food on the whole planet he would disagree just to spite me. I swear he came a little … scratch that … very late in his puberty. To be honest I had the hope that you could talk to him. You and I are known for our mutual dislike for the other. He would never think that you were there for me."

The European mainland nation blinked. He expected many things but definitely not the plea to talk with the former colony of England because he went through a phase of pubertal stubbornness.

"Not that it's any of my concern but what is he doing?" France stroked over his 'three day beard' what more like it were three hairs growing there.

"Something that will hurt his economy."

France silently considered the words and thought over recent events in the world which could hint on what America was doing. Suddenly his eyes grew large.

"He wouldn't!" he gasped.

England's deadpan look said it all. "I see you managed to piece together what I was hinting at."

"I can't recall to ever have met this nation personally but I can tell that he will be pissed if America decides to march in there like he owned it."

The deadpan look only grew. "That's my problem, Francis. It is a long time ago that I raised him but like hell I want him to be hurt."

France was thrown for a loop for a second by the use of his human name before he realised that a waitress was at the neighbour table to clean it. When he caught his bearing he nodded. He may have not so strong ties to his former colonies like England to America but he understood fully what the Englishman was hinting at.

"Why me? Why not ask Ireland through Northern Ireland?"

Arthur looked uncomfortable.

"They don't talk to each other at the moment. And even if they did don't you think America would realise that it was set up by me? He may be a little air headed at times but he isn't stupid. Much to my chagrin."

A small smile played at the lips of the Frenchman and finally he sighed and nodded.

"I'll try and talk to him, Arthur, but I can't promise that it will work. If Alfred really is that smart like you say he is then I doubt I stand a chance."

"Only if he wants to, Francis, only when he wants to. Chances are high that he will underestimate you because you are part of … the Bad Touch Trio" England almost choked the last words out. Seemingly the nickname for the trio consisting of Spain, Prussia and him was a no go in the opinion of the Englishman.

"I'll try" France repeated. "But now I'll be gone. Adieu, England." France swept in a dramatic bow and then left the café they were in.

He decided that he could use the time to look a little around, after all when had France the time to look around in England without the annoying Englishman at his side, always yelling and starting pretty obvious fights? Everyone knew that he was better than the small part of a small island. And definitely less of a pervert ... He thought.

Grudgingly France accepted that London was a nice city. When he thought about it the personification of London wasn't as bad as England either. Children weren't always as the parents were, right? Well, the prove was obviously London.

France thought while walking the street down and came finally to the decision that he would just close the restaurant for today and would fly back to his country (yes, he was lazy, he knew he could just use the damn ferry!) from Little Whining. Maybe taking a little walk beforehand?

Happy with this plan he called for a cab and got in.

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It didn't go exactly according to plan, like France called it later on. But nothing had prepared the nation for seeing what he saw. The boy couldn't be older than five years old. An unexplainable rage coursed through his body and then and there he decided that this boy never ever would see those people again who he called relatives.

At this time he didn't even care that practically he was kidnapping one of England's citizens. France didn't know whom he brought with him in the French country. He didn't care either way.

The boy who would grow up in the French household was no one else than the saviour of England, Harry Potter.

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I decided, that this is a good ending for the first chapter but because it's ending so abrupt I will update the next chapter in a few hours, so it will be two chapters in one day!

Adieu, FarenenBlitz

P.S. I will write some words in German, so Prussia and Germany will have their fair share of their own language in there but I will try to not mangle other languages (others than English, which I think you already gathered is not my mother tongue!) so Russia, Italy and everyone else with an own language will talk normal English. It's just, it hurt to read the somewhat no sense making German in other Fanfictions so I will be honest and don't do it to other languages because I don't have an understanding for the finer workings of said language. I speak a little bit Spanish, so keep your hopes up. ^^' And Japanese. ^^''