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Britain's Hypnotist Show prt.1

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~Britain's Hypnotist Show~

*A Hetalia Conforums RP!*

"C'mon, Francey-pants! I got front row seats!"

America was dragging France through the aisles of the small theater, eager to have a seat and watch the show. What the show was, of course, was still a mystery to France.

(Nummy~! ^J^)

"Are you zure ziz will be zo good?" Came the reply of the dragged Frenchman, wanting very much to know why America was so excited about the show. He had a bad feeling about it... "I mean, what iz it anywayz?"

"I told you! You'll see when it starts!" Finally arriving at their seats, America took his seat in the front row, next to the aisle seat that he kept open for France. "Here's your seat, dude!" The excitement that came from the American was somewhat overpowering. Anyone could tell he was definitely looking forward to the show.

Sitting down, France decided to wait until the show began to see what it was. He then looked around, wondering if there were any good looking men or women he could talk to afterwards...

The audience was packed with people, even though it was a small theater. Soon the lights dimmed and the spotlights roamed the stage as if searching for the star.

"Oh boy oh boy oh boy!" squeaked the American.

"Ladies and gentlemen," came the voice of the British-accented announcer. "I am proud to present, in his debut show, the one and only..."

France watched, beginning to feel excited as well. Whoever this man was must be so talented to attract so many here...and probably very good looking...

Suddenly the curtains parted to reveal Britain dressed in a smart tuxedo, standing in front of an empty chair and speaking into the microphone as the announcer the whole time. "Britain! In his first Hypnotist Show~" He wore a very confident smile as the audience politely clapped. Though America clapped like there was no tomorrow.

France's jaw dropped, and he stared at America like he'd said he would never speak again. "WHAT ZE 'ELL? YOU DRAGGED ME ALL ZE WAY 'ERE TO ZEE 'IM?!!!" He cried angrily.

America turned to France, but with a quieter voice, since Britain had passed a slight glare at the Frenchmen for his sudden shout. "Are you kidding? He practiced on me! Dude, he's awesome!"

"NON. I REFUZE to zit 'ere and watch 'im do 'iz little show! Why didn't you tell me Britain waz doing ziz inztead of a real 'ypnotizt?" Glaring at America, France had his arms crossed, hating the fact that he even bothered to come here.  ‘What a wazte of time! 'e could not 'ypnotize Italy if 'e tried!’

Noticing France's little outburst, Britain continued on with his prepared lines, keeping France in mind. "This is the first time I have ever hypnotised anyone on stage before. Now, I'll need a volunteer, someone who'd like to be hypnotised tonight~" He started searching through the sea of raised hands as if he was actually going to pick one of them.

America made many 'Ooh!'s and pointed at France.

France merely sat there scowling and making a little 'hmph' as he knew he'd have to probably watch Britain's stupid show. Beautiful people like him should never have to go through things like this!

Britain continued to scan until he looked directly at France and pointed. "Oh, I know. You. Come on up here, old chap."

America gave a small, helpful push. "C'mon, dude! You were picked! Go!"

Smirking, France laughed his signiture, "Ohhonhonhonhonhon~!" laugh, looking right at the Brit. "You, 'ypnotize moi? My, I 'ave to go up zere and get ze bezt zeatz in ze 'ouze when you fail~" With that, France walked onstage, thinking he'd never be entranced by Britain.

(xD *reads*... He'd, not he's... *refreshes* There you go~! xD)

"We'll just see about that, froggy," Britain muttered to himself with a smirk. "Here, have a seat," he gestured towards the empty seat in the middle of the stage.

Sitting down, France looked over at Britain, saying in his most casual voice, "You know, I zink zoze caterpillarz on 'iz face are ztarting to get zcared. Ze look like zey're trying to ezcape!"

Since France wasn't talking into the microphone, only the first couple of rows could hear what he had said, and took a brief laughter to it.

"That's some attitude you've got there! Tell me, what's your name?" Britain held the microphone up to France so he could tell the audience his name.

(I'm gonna go to bed at the end of the hour. *Yawn* I'm tired...)

"Bonjour everyone~ My name iz France~" France announced, winking at the audience, and hoping to get the attention of a few ladies he saw earlier.

"France? More like frog," he said, and upon getting some laughter from the audience, rolled his eyes a little and added, "Kidding."

(Mind giving me a good transition to get started?)

"At leazt I can cook zomezing decent~" The Frenchman countered back, looking into Britain's eyes as if wanting a challange. " 'ave you zeen 'iz zcones? Zey look like little rockz!"

And Britain stared back with confidence. "Oh, France, when I'm done with you, you'll be eating more than your words~"

Then he faced the audience though he was still asking France. "So, are you ready to be hypnotized?" He looked back at France and put the microphone to him.

"Oui~ I will let you try and zee ze rezultz~" The Frenchman had a look of confidence on his face, and he loved it.

Britain got down on his knees and gave him a smirk at eye level, about to begin hypnotizing him, before he said, "You know what I think I need? A chair..." He stood up and went backstage, temporarily turning off his microphone.

France merely rolled his eyes, believing the man was too scared to hypnotize him at once. ‘Pleaze France, ze man cannot even do magic right, let alone 'ypnoziz!’

Backstage, Britian put down the microphone on an empty chair and grabbed his spell book which was hidden under his jacket. He flipped to his bookmarked page and read the spell that would make France powerless to his hypnosis. He knew it was impossible for someone to be hypnotized if they truly didn't want to, so this would make France at least listen to his suggestions to help him go under. Finished, he closed the book, stuck it back under his jacket, grabbed his microphone and the chair, and went back onstage. "Sorry about tha-" He flipped on the microphone, realizing it was off. "Sorry about that, old chap. But now things should be much easier."

France merely nodded and smirked slightly. "Oui, Oui, of courze~"

He placed the chair in front of France so he could face him and took a seat, with his back facing the audience, and looked into France's eyes. "Now the first thing you'll want to do is keep your eyes on me. Sit upright in your chair and place your hands palms up on top of your thighs."

Obeying him, France thought it would be best to humor Britain and only pretend to be hypnotized before embarrassing him in front of the whole audience. It wasn't like he believed Britain could really hypnotize him...

"Now I want you to listen to my voice. Let my voice guide you through relaxation. Concentrate on my voice and let all other noises and distractions seem a million miles away. They're becoming so much less important."

France began to find himself doing so. He listened to the sound of his voice, everything else fading away from his train of thought.

"And as you stare into my eyes, feel your own starting to become so heavy~ Like there are little weights attached to them and every word of mine makes those weights feel ten times heavier~ It's getting so hard to keep them open, and you only want to close them~"

France's eyes began to lower before snapping back open. But it was just so hard to keep his eyes open...and he did so want to close his eyes...

"As your eyes feel heavier, feel yourself begin to get sleepier~ A yawny feeling suddenly comes over you as you concentrate more and more on my voice, and your eyelids become heavier and heavier~"

Letting out a loud yawn, France's eyes were now only open by an inch. If he had been in his right state of mind, he would have been terrified of his position, but of course, he was not.

Britain tried to hide his smirk as he had to concentrate at the task at hand. "Your eyes are feeling so dry now~ Every blink gets harder and harder to open again~ You know how much you want to close your eyes and you know how good you will feel once you do~ So go on~ Close your eyes~"

It didn't take France more than two blinks to finally close his eyes, loving the feeling of finally doing so.

"Now that your eyes are closed, your head begins to feel heavy~ Your head feels heavy and drowsy, and your neck is beginning to feel weak trying to keep it up~"

Listening to each word, France's head began to bob slightly, feeling weight. It would go a bit down before popping back up. Up and down like some boat in the ocean.

"Oh, but the strain of keeping it up is so much~ Your head is feeling so incredibly drowsy and heavy~ And your neck is feeling so tired~ So weak~ So relaxed~ And you just want to let your head drop~ Once it does you'll feel yourself grow ten times deeper and more relaxed~"

Finally, as if the great oceans had calmed, France's head went down and stayed down. He was completely relaxed, softly breathing.

When France's head went down, Britain began feeling something. Something incredible. It was as if he could feel the will slowly being taken from France and given to him. "Now, France. I'm going to count down from ten to one. With each number you'll feel yourself growing ten times deeper~ Ten times more relaxed~ Ten times more obedient~" He took a brief pause to let France digest the instructions. "Ten, feeling warm, feeling safe, feeling incredibly open~"

(I swear I started writing this part before I realized... Molly Moon Fusion Feeling O_O)

(OMG XD)

France obeyed, feeling more obedient and warm...it was a nice feeling...

"Nine, feeling happy, feeling calm, feeling relaxed~ Eight, feeling focused on my voice, knowing every word is so important~"

(I literally wrote this before erasing it: Eight, feeling... like I have writer's block...)

(That's alright...I'M STILL AS FABULOUS AS EVER~ NYAH! You have finally seen this lovely face...YES!)

Listening to every word he said, the Frenchmen found himself going deeper and deeper into Britain's spell...

(It's just a cartoon... chillax...)

"Seven, feeling more and more relaxed~ Six, feeling so deep, so wonderful, so incredibly relaxed~"

(NO! I CANNOT CHILLAX! FINALLY, YOU MAY AT LEAST SORTA KINDA SEE ME JUST LIKE I SEE EVERYONE ELSE! ALL THIS TIME, NO ONE HAS HAD A CLUE! HAHA~!)

It was sort of like falling into a pool. A deep pool, where some how, some way, there was still oxygen in him. The deeper he went into his "Trance pool" the more relaxed he felt. Deeper and deeper he went, feeling more relaxed.

(Random question! Do you read The Secret Series?)

"Five, feeling more and more deep, more and more relaxed, more and more obedient~ Four, so relaxed, your mind just shutting down~"

(...I READ THE ENTIRE SERIES. LOVED. IT.)

France obeyed every word, going deeper and deeper still, his mind shutting down like he had been told to do. Everything seemed to be frozen in his mind, just for the trance.

"Three, completely relaxed~ Two, feeling overpowered by the need for obedience~"

Deeper and deeper...France was nearly at the end of the pool...

((...))

(Didn't you just say you know what everyone else looks like...?)

"... One. Completely entranced. Completely devoted to my instructions... and Sleep." Britain snapped his fingers sharply after saying the last word.

(Also, by Sleep, it doesn't mean like snooze sleep, but like, to suddenly drop into a totally deep trance kind of sleep...)

(...how...how...)

France sat limply in his chair, head facing down, his blank, what looked like sleeping face, hidden from the audience.

(-_- wow... FACEBOOK, DURR)

Britain smiled triumphantly. He had complete control over France now. He could make him do whatever he wanted! But since this was a show, he had already planned out a few things for him to have his volunteer do. First things first, the trigger. "That is now your trigger to come back into this deep trance. Whenever I say 'Sleep' and snap my fingers, you will immediately fall back into this deep trance."

(...)

France understood and obeyed, memorizing the trigger deep in his subconscious.

"And the trigger will only get stronger and stronger every time it is used~" he added.

"Now when I count to five, you will come completely out of the trance. Make sure you are prepared for your eyes to adjust to the bright stage lights. One, feeling good, two, slowly waking up, three, thoughts returning..."

Slowly, the turning gears in his mind got to work again. Everything was coming back to him, thought returning.

"Four, preparing for the bright lights, and five, wide awake."
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Here's where the whole entire, finished version of it is~ I'm France, and my friend Kady is Britain and America~

XD TOTAL FRUK, BUT WE CAN PRETEND IT'S NOT.

If you wanna RP with me, I'm Siren!Francis Bonnefoi on here! -----> [link]
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