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France X Reader - The Princess and the Frog CH.6

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Chapter 6 – Vereda Tropical

“Now, that restaurant of yours, is it gonna have étouffée?” Man, Alfred knew his food. You laughed and nodded.


“Jambalaya, gumbo ...It's gonna have it all!” You exclaimed. The prospect of food made Alfred more excited.

 
“I always wanted to try red beans and rice, Muffulettas, po' boys-“


“Stop, Alfred. You two are making me so very hungry.” Francis laughed, but stopped, when his eyes landed on a fly. “Interesting…”

 
“What are you doing?” He shushed you and seemed to be targeting the fly, as if we going to… Oh, heck no.

 
“You are frightening the food.” You watched in disgust as he tried to catch the fly with his tongue. “This is harder than it looks.”


“You’re so hungry that you’re willing to eat bugs?!” You exclaimed.


“Can’t be that bad. I eat snails and frog…” He paused looking at himself. “…legs, back at home. How does a fly make any difference? Besides food is food, no?”


“That’s just gross.” You watched as he continued to chase the fly. The fly flew past you and on instinct your tongue came flying out. “What? Oh, no! No, no, no! There is no way I'm kissing a frog and eating a bug on the same day!”


Sadly, after hours with no food and your new frog instincts, your tongue kept coming out chasing after the fly, the same happening with Francis. Finally, the fly landed on a dandelion fluff and you and Francis surrounded it. Sadly, you forgot what happened next in the movie, so this came as a shock to you. Both your tongues shot out at the same time and latched around each other, pulling you and Francis together. You almost smashed your lips against his, but you stopped in time before it happened.

 
“Hello.” Francis said, awkwardly. Clearly seeing the strange predicament you both were in. You stood up and stepped away from him, trying to pull your tongue away, but it’s grip stayed the same around Francis’s tongue. “What are you doing?”

 
“Stop moving!” You mumbled, not being able to talk clearly because of your tongue hanging out.

 
“You are making this very difficult.” Francis tried to assist in unraveling the tongues, but had as much luck as you did.

“You guys found anything to eat yet?” Alfred burst through the bushes, but stared at the sight in amazement. “The heck? Hang on. Old Alfred has got this!”

 
“No, no, no, no!” Both you and Francis shouted, but Alfred being himself didn’t listen and got you both tangled up in your own tongues, trying to undo the tie. He set you and Francis down and examined his work.

 
“How's that?” You were tied next to Francis and you couldn’t help, but roll your eyes.

 
“This could be a little better.” You remarked sarcastically.

 
“You know what this needs? A sharp stick! Be right back!” Alfred ran back into the forest in search of a sharp stick.

 
“This is all your fault!” You mumbled and you heard Francis huff.


“My fault! My fault! Let me tell you something. I was-“

 
“Well, look at you!” A voice interrupted Francis and you both did your best to look in the direction of the voice and saw a firefly. “Chica, I guess you and your boyfriend got a little carried away, am I right, am I right?”

 
“No, no, no, he’s not my-“

“-I am the prince of France!” The firefly chuckled.

 
“Let me shine a little light on the situation.” His light appeared dimly, but went away in a flash and he sighed. He adjusted it light as if it was a light bulb and it flickered back to life. “That's cool. Oh, it's ok baby, I'm not going explode. I'm no fire cracka! Oh you know... You have goofed this off or something.”

 
“So, is nobody going to help?” Francis mumbled sarcastically.

 
“Hang on, amigo. I'm just-“ The firefly squished between the both of you and bright lights began to shine everywhere. “Get the noise coming out. Voy... por la vereda tropical, la noche plena de quietud con su perfume de humedad…”
 

The firefly sang to himself, while he undid the ties. You quickly began to realize who he was. The language he spoke, the accent he had and his green eyes. He popped back out, dragging one of your tongues and gave it a light pull. You both spun apart from each other and your tongue returned to your mouth.


“About time I introduce myself. My name Antonio, but everybody calls me Toni-“

 
“Pardon me, but your accent... It's funny, you know?” Francis grinned. It seemed like Spain would be good friends with France. You then realized something, all the Bad Touch Trio was in this story. Did that mean Prussia might not be evil?

 
“Ok, Tio. Born in Espana, but moved over here not too long ago. You must be a new around here, si?”

 
“Actually, we're from the place-“ Francis interrupted you.

 
“Far, far away from this world.”

 
“¡Ni de coña!. You from Shreveport?” Antonio asked excitedly.

 
“No, no, no. We are people!” Antonio looked at Francis like he had lost his mind, but you stepped in.

 
“The prince charming here got himself turned into a frog by a voodoo witch doctor.” Antonio nodded, but still seemed confused.

 
“Well, there you go.” Francis leaned against a log. “And we are on a way to Papa Vlad’s, we think maybe he could-“

 
“Papa Vlad? You are heading the wrong direction, amigo. Now what kinda soplapollas told you to go this way?” Before you could answer, Alfred stumbled into the small clearing, holding a stick.

 
“I found the stick!” He waited for a response, but none of you answered. You and Francis glared at him.

 
“Alfred... Toni here says you've been taking us in the wrong direction.” You folded your arms and Alfred became flustered.

 
“I was... Listen, I was confused by the topography and... The geography and choreography!” Toni chuckled and flew in front of all of you.
... This is probably the most awkward scene I have ever had to write.

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