The shopping trip

How can a simple shopping trip turn chaotic? Easily when you have a French man and a Marlandian.

The shop aisles were full of eye catching offers, but it was the sweets that caught the female's attention, her curl twitching as she looks at the vast variety of options to choose from. The nation's shopping companion Francis however, was not having any of this and quickly grabbed Marlands by the collar before she could get her hands on a box of chocolate goodies then pulling her away.
"What are you doing?" Marlands grumbled as she was tugged along like a cat on a lead.
"You can't just pull someone away as they are browsing"

"You weren't going to just browse now were you" Francis replied, keeping a goofy grin on his face as he pulls along the not so amused female.
"I can make you something once we have finished up here, just wait mon cher"
Now that was a fair argument, if it wasn't for the fact that Francis had indulged in his own pleasures and had a basket full of expensive wines and cheeses; the two were only suppose to get bread and milk. Marlands proved to be a struggle to drag along for the male with a poor back, showing no signs of letting up as she dug her heels into the floor.

"Non non madame~ behave now-" Francis pales as he finds his wines and cheeses no longer occupying the basket, instead seeing a not so innocent Marlands shifting her eyes away.
"What did you do with it?" he asked with a not so calm tone of voice.

“Milk and bread, that was the purpose of coming here. Not wine and cheese" Marlands replied, her tone still calm though Francis knew she enjoyed every second of acting out the revenge.
Sparks fly, igniting the tension between the two and causing quite a commotion in the store. The soundtrack from mortal combat would suit situation quite well as the two locked eyes and passing shoppers by watch.  

“…You really want to go down this route?” the male questioned, a brow twitching as his tone of voice was no longer cheerful but serious.
“Oui…viva la Mar”
“…VIVA LA FRANCE!”

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The war was intense, only one was victorious, but both were kicked out from the store before more bread sticks were harmed in the duel. The spoils of war, a bar of chocolate was held up high whilst Francis hung his head low. Francis would not be able to enjoy some fine wine with cheese for dinner.
The sulk session was short lived though as to his surprise the stoic female shared her spoils, her cheeks red as she still wasn't used to displaying kindness.
“Merci, Mon petit soldat” Francis chuckled, the bright smile returning to his charming face. 
“…You're welcome” Marlands replied with a grumble, she wasn't too keen on the nickname as it mentions her short height, but by now has grown used to it.

Marlands waiting for Francis to take his first bite before doing so as well; the struggle was worth it, the chocolate was delicious. 


Warning, bread and milk were harmed in the making of this fanfic.