First fan fiction and I choose France to be the subject? I am so weird, anyway… Allons-y!

Arthur stood in front of the room, yelling at the teacher.

"Why'd you pair me up with that psychopath Alfred? He's just so… improper!"

The teacher just shrugged and sent them to their lab station.

"Some help he is," muttered Arthur. "I guess we'll just have to work together."

Alfred nodded, currently sitting on a stool, picking his nails with the probe.

"Dude, I don't mind if I work with you, just stay out of my way. I don't need some priss trying to keep me from poking to hard or something."

Arthur glared in his direction, "It doesn't matter just get Francis set up."

Alfred pulled the dissection mat out. "This is gonna be fun. I've been waiting for this all year." He slipped the gloves on his hands like an evil scientist.

He slowly cut the scissors up Francis's abdomen. Then pulled the skin back.

They began to diagram the internal organs. Alfred stuck a probe in here, Arthur cut there, and they continued to dissect Francis for about an hour. Then the class was over.

The organs were placed into separate bags, the gloves had come off and the remaining cadaver was disposed of.

Matthew whined. "Guys, why did you name your frog Francis?"

The real Francis sat on his stool and stared at the two boys. "Oui, tell me. It is an icky name for a dissection frog. It fits me like a glove, though… ohonhon."

Arthur and Alfred laughed. "Awesome idea naming the frog, dude."

Arthur added, "I just couldn't resist naming the frog after our biggest frog!"

France and Mattie whined together, "Not funny, fluages signifier."

And so it ends, for those who don't get it, review and I'll tell you. But pretty much, Alfred and Arthur name their in class dissection frog Francis, after France.

Thank you for reading. I hope to get a longer one up.

Loolie