As I left, I noticed one thing, we hadn’t really left the area we started. I backed up, then turned and started to run, soon enough I bumped into this tall, blonde, wavy haired dude, whom I didn’t recognize at first because I was too busy being mad because he bumped into me and had the nerve to catch me by my one arm like in a romance movie, ew, but soon after when I looked into his eyes I knew who it was, it was Francis Bonnefoy, or France from Hetalia. He looked into my eyes and opened his mouth, only to close it, then he said, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, my dear-- I mean-- um… what’s your name? I’ve never seen you before, are you new?” I stared at first but then realized he had just asked me several questions, I answered softly, partially because I was scared, but mostly because I had barely known him and he almost--he did call me “my dear.”
I said, “Yeah, um-- I’m Zara, and I guess you could say I’m new… What’s your name?”
“Francis Bonnefoy. Do you not have a last name?”
“I do, it’s just, I’m not used to giving introductions with last names… my name is Zara Dubois.”
“Ah, you’re French?”
“Well, my mom is about 96% and in love with the language, so since she thought, due to French customs her third child was going to be the best one, therefore her third child should have a French name.”
“I see. What would you like to eat?”
“Oh, you don’t have to get me anything, Francis, it’s--”
“I insist, let’s go to the Italian restaurant down the road, I think we could find something suitable there, but first here’s 300$ to spend however you’d like at the shoppes (that’s how the French spell ‘shops’) downtown, meet me in an hour at the restaurant right there.” he pointed out the fancy diner and smiled at me. After a while of bickering whether or not I should take the money or not, I took the money thanked him and walked to the downtown shops. Finally, I spotted it, there was this gorgeous fire opal necklace for 150$ and this gorgeous, long, Cinderella like, gown for 145$ and took them both with 5$ left to spare (which got spent on new heels). I got into my new dress, necklace, and shoes, and raced downtown to meet up with Francis at the restaurant. By the time that I got there, there was some guy that escorted me to my table, and Francis just sat and stared for the first 10 minutes I was there, but eventually he got over it, at least I think so, I mean I don’t think I looked that pretty. Anyway, after our meal, he pulled out a rose and just as the song The Phantom Of The Opera came on we began to dance together.
When that was over and as I was walking out of the restaurant, I bumped into Julie, she asked, “What happened to you? Where did you go? How’d you get the money for this stuff? You left me with Britain alone!” I told her everything that had happened and also explained to her that I don’t like arguments unless I’m in them. I hummed the song Phantom Of The Opera all the way to the animated version of the house.