Ah, another peaceful morning in France!

Calm, quiet, sunny, fair, not a cloud in the light blue sky. It was perfectly warm. France put on his black, gold-silk rimmed bicorne hat, that went with the rest of his fancy, black, grey, and gold outfit.

A few strands of hair stuck out from his hat. One stand blue, one strand white, and one strand red, just like his flag. It covered his right eye, which was rumored to have been blinded from battles. Or maybe it was the same as his left: Golden, and sultry. Nobody would ever know.

He put on his green, diamond-shaped earring in his left ear, given he only had one piercing in his left ear. He slipped on his little, white, ruffly neck piece, and tightened it to his liking for that morning. He slipped on his black, smooth, gold-heeled, calf-high boots, tucking his silky white pants into said boots.

He got up from his little stool which he used to put on his boots, put his sharp, long sword in its sheath on his belt, on his waist, right above his hips. He finally buckled his belt to his liking, and left his little loft next to his bedroom.

In his bedroom, he pulled out his white, silky gloves from his nightstand drawer. He put his gloves on, his golden heels going from being silent, to gently clicking on the wooden floor.

He gently shut the wooden door, a gentle, yet slightly flirty smile on the Frenchman’s face.

There was just one little piece missing from his perfect morning, aside from breakfast of course…

You, obviously. After all, you’re his right hand. The best of the best, after him of course. You had helped him win multiple battles, helped heal him when wounded, came up with better battle and survival tactics, even a better version of firearms.

So, naturally, he called for your presence for company.

“(Y/N)! Mon cherie~!” He called with a pleasant tone, one his gloved hands picking up a small, little, golden, wood-handled bell. He gently shook it, causing it to ring. “Assistant, dearest, I’d appreciate your presence!” He called once more, keeping the tone.