my-chemical-defect

[Fair Warning: The reader curses once, and France is...well...France, so read at your own discretion!;)] You stood nervously in front of the door, hesitating. You knew what you were about to do was probably really stupid. I mean, since when has asking France for love advice ever gone well? But you had exhausted every other hope: Germany was too busy, Italy was too clueless. Japan started stuttering and said something about the question being "inappropriate". England suggested making scones and you weren't sure if America understood the question, as he said to be a "hero" and that "everything else will just work out, man!" Thus, France wa