Earl Grey chapter 11 B!France x S!Reader x England

Maybe not everything was resolved. The (h/c) looked around the room, watching as the other countries argued and fought amongst themselves, a small smile on her face. She still wasn’t sure of herself, or her country, but she knew that her friends would be there to support her. He eyes landed on a pair of blonds fighting in the corner and her smile turned into a grin. She watched as the pair was, eventually, broken up and sat back down. Her eyes first flicked to the blond with the longer hair, her big brother. He must have felt her eyes on him as immediately his blue ones met hers. He gave a small wave, his head tilting slightly to the right, she returned the action. Her eyes then shifted to the other blond, and a blush painted her cheeks. He must have also sensed her gaze as he turned to look at her, a blush beginning to stain his face. They continued to stare at each other, until France barrelled into England, sending him to the floor. The young woman sighed and pushed herself up out of the chair, slowly making her way across the room to where the two young men were attempting to pummel each other. When she was close enough for the two young men to hear, she cleared her throat, and the both immediately stood up, pretending nothing happened.
“What did I say to you two?” The young woman gave them a pointed look. They both looked to the floor and shifted, uncomfortable in her gaze.
“You told us to behave or you’d never talk to us again.” The Englishman mumbled.
“And?”
“I ‘ave to be less protective of you.” The Frenchman gently ran a hand through his hair, mussing it slightly.
“Oui, and this does not look like you are doing either of those things.” They shifted a little more. (Y/n) looked at Germany, catching his eye, and he gave a small nod. He picked up something out of his bag, the item clinking slightly as he moved. He slowly made his way around the room, staying out of sight of the two men, and came up behind them. (Y/n) gave a quick nod, and Germany pulled the item out of his pocket and quick as a flash put his hand around France’s left and England’s right wrist. There was a click as France and England both pulled away. Both of their jaws almost hit the floor when they saw what Germany had done. By the time they snapped out of it, Germany was already legging it down the corridor, Italy following closely behind.
“Now, I have hidden the keys somewhere neither of you would think to look, you will stay handcuffed until such a time that I think you are behaving better.” (Y/n) stated before walking away. The two men instantly began arguing again, watching as she walked away.
She made her way over to Hungary, who was trying very hard not to giggle.
“So where did you hide the key?” (Y/n) blushed slightly before putting her hand down her shirt and pulled out a key, Hungary lost it and fell onto the floor laughing, the other countries just staring at her.