England's heart~ Part 1The forest. What a wonderful place, surrounded by nature and animals, the forest sure is perfect for the type of person that wants to be alone. In the forest, there is a home, far away from the crowded, busy cities of The United Kingdom. Arthur Kirkland returns from another busy day.
*Krreeek*. The high pitched sound echoed throughout the home, as he pushed the front door open. Moonlight and the cool night air pushed its way through the doorway. "Agh. Another busy day." he said as he entered the house and quickly closed the green colored door behind him.
All his days were busy; he was a country after all. He was England. The country once ruled by dear Queen Elizabeth. The queen was very kind, but had strength like no other. Tragically, his queen died, which meant it was his job to take care of his people. They need protection, entertainment, medicine, and anything else. If he couldn't somehow create what they wanted, he had it ordered from other countries, like Chinese food, Japanese c
FrUk~Always have, always willArthur stared at Francis a bit annoyed and angry. He bit his lip hard as he growled: "I... I can't believe you! I heard about your little relationship with Spain... you fucking... betrayer! I can't believe I trusted you! I thought I would give you a chance and finally go out with you, but I guess I was wrong. You're a fucking cheating bastard!"FrUk~Always have, always will3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Francis frowned and shook his head, his blonde hair swinging in the air. "Mon amour, it's not true! I wouldn't betray you like zat!"
"Don't lie to me! I saw a picture of you kissing Spain!", he mumbled and tried to hold his anger "You...you bastard!!"
Francis reached a shakey hand out to him, "Amour... It's not true... Please... You `ave to believe me, zomeone must `ave zet me up..."
Arthur slaped the Frenchman's hands away and stepped back a little, distrust in his eyes. "Shut up! You wanker! I should have known you would mess this up! Everyone always leaves me! Everyone! I'm better off alone!" he shouted and gritted his teeth, forcing back the
PerfectionArthur Kirkland was by no means 'perfect', if such a thing did exist.Perfection2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur glared at Francis from across the room. Though that gaze would have been enough to deter even the bravest (or perhaps the most foolish) suitors, Francis was never put off. There was something intoxicating about the Brit and chasing him because Francis knew one false move would deal his heart a crippling blow.
Then why did he chase him?
He knew that Arthur wielded a sharp tongue and was not shy about using it either. The weapons in his verbal arsenal included little jibes that would dig under any sane person's skin but Francis wasn't fazed; in fact he delighted in returning the jibes in good humour. Francis simply refused to let the insults hurt him.
He knew that Arthur was damaged. The last time they had met in a battle had been when Alfred had left him. Francis had found the Brit crouched in the muck, rain pounding down around him, riddled with injuries and sobbing wretchedly. Francis had done his best
NamelessFrUKNameless2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"How can you not know each other's names if you're in love?"
"Alfred-san, I really don't think you should kick that hard..."
"Why not? Nothing's happened yet." Alfred shrugged his shoulders and got ready to pass the ball to Matthew.
"Whoa! Alfred, you could've nearly killed me!" Alfred had kicked the soccer ball so forcefully at his twin brother that Matthew was forced to dodge the ball to avoid being seriously injured.
"But I didn't, so everything's okay!" he proclaimed confidently.
"How does that even make sense?" Matthew shook his head at his brother's illogical statement. "But now we need to get the ball back," he said, looking around for any signs of their soccer ball.
"Oh, I can get it. I think I saw it fly in that direction." Being Japanese, it was a habit to volunteer politely.
"Ah, that would be helpful. Thanks, Kiku!" Alfred scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling slightly guilty for having disrupted their practice.
"It's nothing, really."
[APH] The Emotional Musings - FrUKSummary: "Why is it when I am haunted by painful memories, I find myself in your arms? Why is it when you try to drink away your sorrows, you always find a way to my doorstep?" France reflects on his complex relationship with England. FrUK.[APH] The Emotional Musings - FrUK2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Emotional Musings of a Complicated Connection
These meetings have always been a great cacophony of sound, with our fellow nations screaming at each other in high falsettos, trying to calm others in soothing altos, or simply yanking us off of each other with deep baritone warnings. Voices entwine both melodiously and erroneously, creating beautiful, musical chaos. Perhaps it is glorious enough for one of Italy's painters to capture a grand moment on canvas, or for one of Austria's composers to sound some symphony from it. Perhaps it would even inspire one of your poets; I hear they always need a muse.
And throughout all this noise a single sound stands out to me. It is te
The Forbidden Fruit (APH)The Forbidden Fruit (APH)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Beer sloshed about as two frothy mugs were slammed onto the table. A man with silver-white hair lurched for the nearest mug. A tan hand latched onto the man's pale wrist.
"Gilbert, wait till I get mine!" the tan man whined, his voice had a Spanish accent. "And Francis isn't even here yet."
The albino's lip jutted out in a visible pout. "So unawesome, Toni. I vant mein beer!" Gilbert said exasperatedly. Antonio glared at him before glancing around the bar in search of their French friend. Francis should have been at the bar by now, but it had been almost twenty minutes. Gilbert slouched in the booth and began drumming his fingers impatiently.
"Mien gott! Vhere is he?!"
"Vhere iz whom?" a melodic voice with a heavy French accent asked. Francis patted Gilbert's shoulder fondly before plopping down next to Antonio. "Neveh fear, Franciz iz here." The Frenchman's grin could've split his face in half it was so large.
"Hola ¿dónde has estado?" inquired Antonio. Impossibly so, Francis
Something Better Than Gold...Water cascaded down the Frenchman's bare chest. They had won. They had finally done it and shown the world that the French could do so much more than flirt and make wine and cheese. Francis could see Feliciano and Romano talking about their lucky third, having only just been beaten by the South African team. He offered the brothers a smile of congratulations before heading to the locker room.Something Better Than Gold...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Good swim!" Alfred chortled as he clapped Francis on the back. "I was rooting for you."
For once the smile they shared wasn't strained. "Merci Alfred, it means a lot to hear that."
The American shrugged and flung his towel over his shoulder and left, leaving Francis all alone as he dug through his locker and contemplated the win. Even though it was a heat it was fantastic to know he had won.
As he packed the last of his things away, grabbed some clothes to throw on and a fresh towel he heard a slight sigh.
"Mon cher," Francis greeted as he turned to see a petite, blonde Brit staring
A Day Out (FrUK)England sat alone at his table in his study, piles of paperwork surrounding him on all sides. It was barely 7:30 in the morning, and yet the green-eyed nation was already hard at work, and had been for the past hour or so. And there was still so much to do. Judging from the stacks, he would be sitting at the desk all day and well into the night.A Day Out (FrUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He thought he heard the front door open and then close softly, but he dismissed it as a trick of his mind and took another sip of tea. The door to his study was open, however, so he didn't hear the soft steps of the other person in the room until said person placed a hand on his shoulder and laid a single rose on top of the form he was currently filling out. England went stiff as the person leaned close to him.
"Bonjour, Angleterre." a smooth, accented voice whispered into his ear.
England shot up immediately, spinning around to face the other country. "France, you bloody frog, what the hell are you doing here?!" he snapped, rubbing at h
With Tender Pride.Dropping his stuff by the door, Francis sighed almost angrily. Really, he was just incredibly stressed. It wasn't easy coming home to a house where after the kids went to bed all the two did was argue. Francis had come home a little later than usual, and he expected Arthur to chew him out for that the second he walked in the door, sure he had already put the kids to bed.With Tender Pride.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But the silence that greeted him was almost relaxing, calming. Still, he felt on edge. It was never this quiet at home. Not his anyway. Not since the two single dad's decided to team up despite having hated each other for so long, even looking at the other sparked a fight. But walking into the sitting room he realized why it was so quiet.
The sun had set many long hours ago, the only light illuminating everything coming from the softly crackling fire in the fireplace located in the very center of the room. The gentle orange glow flickered and softened everything it touched. "Oh?" the surprised little gasp passed Franci
The story of our love: Introduction (FrUk) Introduction.The story of our love: Introduction (FrUk)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
England was at his desk, it was late at night and he was sure that Alfred was asleep, being a single father had really put pressure on him over the years ever since his divorce. His son, Alfred had turned 5 a few months ago, and England was about ready to give up.
England turned around to see little Alfred in the doorway, a stuffed rabbit in his hand.
"I can't sleep. I want a story." The boy said, rubbing his eyes.
"Son, it's late and you know-"
"I want one now!"
"Alfred...please don't do this to me-"
"I want you to tell me about Mommy!"
The English man blinked, his eyes widening at the mention of his once loved companion.
"Because you know so much about Mommy and I never got to meet-"
"That's enough Alfred...I mean, if you really want to hear about France..."
"Mommy's name is France?"
"Yeah, that's not his real name though."
"What did Mommy look like?"
"Did? Don't say that Alfred, you know he's still alive."
England's heart~ Part 4France pressed his ear onto England's chest again, and rubbed England's arm.England's heart~ Part 42 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Soon after your queen died, you lost your brothers. They wanted to become their own nations. But you didn't want that. You head already lost a family member, someone who was like a mother to you, you didn't want to lose them too. Your little brothers wanted to be free. So you then went into war. You sacrificed so many men, just so that you wouldn't feel alone ever again. But you had lost. You lost the wars that could of kept your brothers with you."
France felt something wet on his head; he noticed that England's breathing changed, England was crying. France had never seen England cry, he felt bad, but he desperately wanted to finish the story.
"Your heart now feels empty without their love."
England couldn't take it anymore.
"France." England said softly. "Can . You please leave."
France took his head away from England's chest, sat up and looked at
Hot tea, No Sugar FrUkIt was a nippy autumn day when England decided to go out for a walk. He enjoyed looking at the colorful leaves on the ground and the few still hanging from the branches of trees. He hummed to himself as he walked around a small park. There weren't many people out walking today and the ones that were out on a stroll either had dogs or their lover with them. He was a little envious of them, but he would never admit it. England let a small smile slip onto his lips as he noticed a cozy cafe across the street. Starting to walk across to the cafe, deciding it would be nice to have some tea before going on with his walk. As he walked into the cafe he noticed the man behind the counter at once. It was a man he knew well. Sighing as he walked up to the counter.Hot tea, No Sugar FrUk3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh~ Angleterre! What can I get for you?" France winked at England which made him immeditatly stiffen and frown at the Frenchmen. He then shook it off ignoring that France was the one taking his order.
"I'll have a cup of hot tea.
The Heart Thief-A FrUK short story~ My keys are gone. Again. I have been losing them for a week. They disappear from my pocket for two or three days only to reappear as if by magic on my welcome mat. It's almost surreal. Gilbert says some psychotic killer is obsessing over me and steals my keys just to bait me. Antonio says I'm just not paying attention and I keep losing them all by myself and someone who has noticed they're my keys keeps returning them. Well. Both of them are wrong. I think. I hope. Because, no, Gilbert's theory is as bad as it sounds.The Heart Thief-A FrUK short story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It started a month ago. I'm trying to think of something that might have happened a month ago that's unusual. I can't think of anything, except for the college boy moving in next door, but that's quite irrelevant.
I was sure I'd never find the thief. I was sure I'd have to break in my house every time I wanted to go in. I tried spare keys too, but they had disappeared and never came back again. It was starting to annoy me, too. But then, in the middle of the night, when
FrUk - One Night Stand?"I can't believe I was talked into coming here," Arthur thought as he and Francis shared a drink together at a bar. Francis constantly was begging him to go out and have a drink with him, but Arthur always believed he had better things to do. However things with a certain alien enthusiast weren't going anywhere, so he decided to drown his sorrows in beer, even if it meant doing it with Francis. He didn't want to show his vulnerability in front of people, but he needed a night to mellow out.FrUk - One Night Stand?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur drunk one brewsky after another like there was no tomorrow. It had been a long time since he went out drinking, because he was always buried in work. Which is why he drinked tea whenever he can, because not only does it give him energy, but it can also be very relaxing.
"Has it really been that long?" Francis asked
" What?" Arthur slurred.
"The last time you've been drinking?"
"Shit, did I say that out loud?"
"Yes dear, I didn't want to interrupt. It's n
Shave Your Bloody Beard! ~FrUK~Shave Your Bloody Beard! ~FrUK~3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Today had been a rather uneventful day in my opinion. Yes, I had attended a world meeting, but as usual absolutely nothing had been accomplished. Well, maybe not nothing... A whole lot of yelling had gone on, as well as Francis picking on me throughout the entire morning. It irks me how he always sits beside me just so he can throw an insult at me whenever he sees fit. And to add to the lovely mix, America had succeeded in boring me to the point of insanity with his constant blabbing; I guess that's something. Sighing, I shook my head in disapproval.
"Oh America..." I muttered under my breath, feeling a small pang of regret nip at my heart before disappearing along with my melancholy thoughts, as I'd readily shoved them aside. Being alone with nothing to do could surely make one feel depressed. Left to reflect on the past, where sorrowful memories lay buried like seashells on the beach, easily uncovered by the ocean's tide.
FrUk~Always have, always will~Chapter 2If you haven't read the first chapter, please read it here: http://invaderpumpkinqueen.deviantart.com/art/FrUk-Always-have-always-will-Chapter-1-306940510FrUk~Always have, always will~Chapter 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some years passed and Arthur started doing his own business things again, but things never went back to the way they where....he knew it never would. Arthur never smiled again since Francis death. He didn't show that beautiful grin to anyone... He had fallen into a deep deprestion a short time after Francis' death and had lost a lot of weight from not eating. But after a few months, he started to eat more and get stronger again. But...he was never truely happy ever again or spent that much time out of his house. He never talked about Francis again to anyone or talked about how he felt. Not that he had to, everyone could tell the blonde was upset and could be seconds away from killing himself from deprestion.
Little did Arthur know.....
Francis was still alive! Shortly after Arthur's friends pulled him away from Francis' body and t
Big Brother"Angleterre, you're sick." Francis guided the British man to the sofa and sat him down. "You're pale, and you sound sick, and you look sick, and-"Big Brother3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not sick." Arthur shoved the concerned Frenchman away, growling. "I'm fine." He pushed himself up and got to his feet, instantly grasping onto the other's shoulder for support. He took a step, found himself to be steady, and took another, moving slowly until he was in the kitchen.
"What do you think you're doing?" Francis crossed his arms and stood in the entranceway, eyeing the Englishman sternly.
"Doing the dishes, of course." They'd just finished breakfast when Arthur had suddenly frozen, made some sort of noise, and grasped onto Francis' shoulder for support. He'd blamed it on having had too much alcohol the night before and carried on normally. Then he'd nearly fallen on his way back to the sink, Francis' arms saving him from a cracked skull. And now he was back in the kitchen, the workaholic.
"No, you're not." Francis strode over
Magic - FrUKFrancis laughed at the smaller boy. "You can do magic? Magic is for witches, which are all girls, lapin." He crossed his arms, smirking at Arthur.Magic - FrUK3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Shut up, you stupid frog! Of course I can do magic! It's not just for girls, and I don't even know what 'lap-an' MEANS so stop calling me that!" Frustrated, he kicked the blond boy's leg, fighting back tears.
"Ow!" Francis yanked his leg back quickly and rubbed it slightly. "My, my, someone has a temper." He flicked the other boy's forehead before smiling again. "You're stupid and you have a temper! No wonder why you have to play with your imaginary unicorn and faerie friends instead of real people!"
"Shut up!" Arthur puffed up his cheeks and chest before bending over to grab the first thing he could get his hands on, a rock. He chucked it at the older boy's head. "I can too do magic! Watch, I'm gonna disappear forever and no stupid frogs will be able to find me because smelly people like you
England's heart~ Part 2"Hkm...." England slowly began to wake up out of his deep sleep. "Hmmm." He tried to move his hands..... They felt like they were being constantly poked by dozens of pins and needles. "Hmm?"England's heart~ Part 22 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Well it's about time you woke up!"
'What the hell?' England thought.
'Oh no. I know that retched laugh.'
England slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the person in front of him.
England realized both his wrists were pinned to the bed. His circulation of blood was being cut off. England tried to get his arms free, but couldn't.
"Get off, you damn idiot!" After a minute England stopped and stared into the blue eyes of the man before him.
"So. Are you done struggling? Hmm?"
'Goddamn it. I don't think this is a dream. I mean, I know I've had some pretty weird dreams, but damn. I never thought I'd get raped in one!' England thought.
"Ohnohoh! You look so cute when you stare off into space."
"Get off of me!"
"Don't you dare try to act courte
FrUk Fanfic: Love was a French thing.FrUk Fanfic: Love was a French thing.2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love was a French thing.
It always had been, and, according to Francis, always will be. For as long as he could recall he'd had the ability to spot another person's weak spots, and generally speaking it was the people they cared about the most. A little sparkle glimmering in their eyes when conversing with one another, a small dusting of pink delicately spread across cheeks, a shiver at the touch of another's warmth - time and time again Francis had spotted, and often exploited, that tricky thing known as love. And yet, Francis was frustrated.
For you see, there was one person which Francis simply couldn't figure out. Whenever the two of them talked, albeit not particularly "pleasant conversations" - more like arguing - there was a barrier of past experiences preventing any sort of glint in his deep green eyes. Not once had the Frenchman seen said man blush simply by locking eyes with another - unless, of course, something embarrassing had happened previously (Francis would
Bad RomanceWarnings: FrUK and some suggestive themes~Bad Romance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You are an absolute moron..." he said between their kisses. A smirk and a shrug was all he received in return before his partner leaned in once again and closed the gap between them.
"You love it. I know you do..."
"Only you would think th-this..."
The blond went ignored as the other male began to suck and nip at the soft spot of his neck. England tightened his grip around the Frenchman's neck and closed his eyes. He would never admit it, but it really did feel so good. He couldn't explain it... and why he had been denying this for years, he would never know...
He felt Francis smile against his neck as he worked on the large hickey he was creating; leaving his mark, showing the world that the irritated English nation before him belonged to him and him alone. Proving to that idiot American that the Englishman before him was not available.
"Ah... Francis..." England said lowly, tilting his head to allow the Frenchman better access. His eyes
L'amour imposteur - FrukYAOI!usuk peeps may not like this, but hope all you fruckers out there enjoy x3 [translations in description~]L'amour imposteur - Fruk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mon cher! It has been too long non?"
"Not bloody long enough you git!"
"Petit Chou, a pleasure to hear your voice as always."
Francis smiled to himself. What better way to spend a Saturday morning then pestering his favourite Englishman? He could practically feel the other's glare through the phone-though in reality it was more of a pout on his adorable little face-and almost shivered with pleasure. Nothing made him feel more alive then the hostile Brit, and having his complete attention was a treat he often sought. While he had a slight reputation of the sexual nature, l'Angleterre had always remained a constant in his mind and heart. Their history as interwoven as it was, how could they not harbour such strong feelings for each other?
Getting Arthur to agree with this theory was another matter-but Francis had always loved the thrill of the chase, had he no
FrUK - Amnesia - One ShotEngland felt the alcohol take over his body. How many drinks was it? Seven, fourteen, seventeen? The number continued to rise and change. The Brit held the phone tightly as vomit built up in his throat. He hated this part of drinking. "F-Francis...God... swear death is looming..." his words were a drunken slur. Arthur brought the glass to his mouth slowly as the Frenchmen started shouting to see if he was alright. England took a sip before dropping the glass with a loud crash, making Francis jump on the other end of the phone. Eight, fifteen, seventeen? "Sweety...I love you so much..." Arthur blurted out to the confused Francis and then coughed harshly, his words slurred even worse, "My head...my heart... oh God where..." England coughed again. "Arthur! I'll be there as soon as I can - I'll take a bush plane over the channel, hold on, stay awake and for god's sake stay alive!" Francis shouted, hanging up immeadiatly.FrUK - Amnesia - One Shot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
England could only smile and mutter, "Okay..." to the dead
Jealous and Forsaken"Where're you off to?" I folded my arms and looked suspiciously at my lo- friend. I had returned from my desk to find him standing by the door, coat on and hand on the knob.Jealous and Forsaken3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, moi?" Francis looked back at me mildly. "I'm going over to Amerique's house. He said he wanted to show me his new hot tub."
I blinked in surprise. "Oh, well- have a good time."
"Merci." Francis walked over to me and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek. "I'll be home late, but please go to sleep, mon cher- okay?"
"Alright." I nodded, but I'm sure he knew as well as I did that I'd wait up for him. Aside from it being a courtesy, I didn't want to be asleep when he wasn't because who knew what he'd do.
Well, actually, that's not it. I want to fall asleep with him, not without him.
Although I definitely don't know what he'd do if he came home to find me asleep. Probably some perverted frog thing.
I looked up. "See you soon."
"Au revoir." The door closed, and suddenly I was home alone.
It's not that I'm not used to bei