France's Blue Snuggie (FrancexReader)
"Give it back!" I shouted.
"Why should I?! It's freezing in 'ere!" Francis said, jumping onto the back of the sofa.
"Francis Bonnefoy…if you don't give me the damn Snuggie I swear to God that I will STRANGLE YOU IN IT!!!!"
"Moi? You'll strangle moi~? Onhonhonhonhonhon~ I zink not! It belongz to moi~! I claim it for FRANCE~!"
"For the love of GOD, Francis!!!" I tackled the annoying and pervy Frenchman that held my ticket to warmth in his hairy arms.
"Onhonhonhonhon~ you've caught moi~ Now w'at are you going to do, mon cherie~?"
"I'm gonna rip out your throat if you don't give me the Snuggie, frog." I said in a dark tone.
"Who are you, cherie~? Angleterre?"
"No, but I cosplay as him! I've been told I'm good at it too!" I said forgetting about the matter at hand.
Francis smirked, dropped the Snuggie onto the carpet, and said, "Why don't you go get zis 'cosplay' and show moi? I believe you when you say z'at, cherie. You really look like Angleterre to moi~!"
I quickly got off of him, smiled, and ran to my room to find my England cosplay.
"And while you're doing z'at, I'll make dinner, amoureux~!"
"I'm not your girlfriend, Francis!" I shouted while putting on the finishing touches to my cosplay. I ran into the kitchen and sat in one of the wooden chairs at my kitchen table. I quickly wiped the smile from my face and crossed my arms, a scowl now gracing my features.
"______~ Are you done yet, amoureux~?" Francis shouted, turning around.
"My name is Arthur, frog," I said with a slight British accent, imitating our friend perfectly.
"Gah! A-Angleterre! W-when did you get here?!" He said, backing away from me.
"Psst-! Francis! It's me! ______! Don't worry! It's just my Iggy impression!" I whispered, going out of character for a minute.
"Oh! Oui, oui, I knew z'at!" He said matter-of-factly. "Well, Arthur , I think we'll have some merveilleux French cuisine tonight, oui~?"
"Ugh, I'd rather DIE than eat your slop, Francis. I think I'll make some scones!" I said standing up from my chair.
"Non, Non, Angleterre! You are my guest~! I must cook for you!" He said seductively.
"…This is my house, frog." I said with a blank look on my face.