France was out for a evening walk as normal singing softly in French as she strolled around the city of Paris. She hummed and sang softly with a smile. Her white wavy hair thrown over her shoulder holding her Husband UK or Britain’s hand. They both strolled though the city chatting and laughing both being the country humans of their nations that came up in conversation yes. France giggled a little and her high heels made a clicking sound on the pavement as she pulled her sweater closer to her