Francis adjusted his armor briefly before the gilded floor-to-ceiling mirror, making sure the insignia for France was showing clearly. He then picked up the habit he had adopted that day, previous to his endeavor with the mirror: Pacing.

"What is taking so long?!" Francis asked himself, quietly. Finally, the wooden door that he had been waiting for to open all day, did just that.

And out stepped a person dressed in armor similar to his own—only this person was much smaller than him.

"What took you so long?!" he exclaimed, this time to the person that had been on his thoughts for the past many hours.

"My, my, how impatient you are!" a feminine voice exclaimed, before the helmet was removed. The face that belonged with the voice was strangely beautiful, heart-shaped, with dark almond eyes. Short and wavy dark hair rested on her head, swooping across her forehead. "Monsieur France, you must learn patience!"

Francis Bonnefoy—as he was known to most people as—or the representation of France—as he was known to all other representatives and the girl before him as—pouted, crossing his arms.

"You were in there for so long!" he whined. "I've been waiting out here for you for hours! What were you doing anyway?"

She held her arms up, flexing. "I've been trying to better my body. None of the drills I have tried seem to work too well, though..."

Francis smiled briefly, kissing her forehead. "You are PERFECTLY beautiful as you are, mon chere~"

Joan of Arc blushed deeply, pulling away. "Monsieur France! Don't say such...vulgar things!"

Francis laughed. "Vulgar? You haven't heard me after a copious amount of wine, then?"

She ignored him, in favor of adjusting her own armor in the mirror. "Beauty doesn't win wars, Monsieur France."

Francis suddenly laughed. "Onhonhonhon~Tis true, mon chere, for if beauty did win wars, we'd be unbeaten~"

Joan of Arc rolled her eyes. "If you'll excuse me, I must go pray," she said, as she walked down the corridor. She stopped at the large set of double doors, before entering.

Francis knocked slightly. "I'll stand guard!"

A few minutes later, he regretted that decision, for he was unbearably bored.

So bored, he started to drift off...

A sudden crash in the room jolted him awake. He looked around stunned. Then he heard the voices through the door saying:

"Excellent~" and

"Totally~"

followed by what sounded like a poor attempt at air-guitar. Francis jumped to his feet, flinging the doors open. Only briefly did he see a telephone booth (stuffed to the brim with a bunch of weird-looking people), before it vanished in a flash of light. The only thing left was Joan of Arc's helmet.

"Sacre bleu~!"

A/N Has anyone ever seen "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure"? It's one of those stupid 80s movies that is hiLARIOUSLY funny! If you like "Wayne's World" and history, then this movie is for you! Basically, these two guys have to do a history report, so they travel through time using a phone booth (nod to Doctor Who) and collect people like Napolean, Billy the Kid, Gengis Khan, Beethoven, Joan of Arc, and some other people. It's...well, it's funny. XD

Anyway, I hope you liked this!

Edit: I tried posting this yesterday, but seeing that none of my followers recieved the email, I deleted it. And then everyone got the emails for my updates at 6 am (ugh). So sorry for the confusion!

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