Moony1thewalker

They were in a smooth expanse of lush green hills, water lapped down at the edge of a golden beach and squawking seagulls circled overhead. Only a faint breeze was present in the air and the gentle warmth of a summer just beginning. "Mon chérie?" Francis Bonnefoy asked, the personification of France, just into his early adolescent years by appearance. His hair was cut longer than the other countries and his bright blue eyes sparkled with promise. Even at that age he knew he was irresistable. Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, at that time just a mere infant appearance wise, scowled up at the Frenchman, his scruffy blonde