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"No, no, no! That's the wrong brand!"
Arthur frowned with displeasure as he bumped Francis aside with his hip, reaching up to grab the right box of tea
beside the one Francis was reaching for. He placed it on the counter before he shut the cabinet.
"Well excusez-moi.", Francis said with a sharp tone as he sarcastically placed a hand over his heart, earning a scowl
from his husband. Arthur sniffed, "Oh, shut up." Francis smiled lightly and patted Arthur's backside, "Now, now. No need
to be hasty, it's only tea."
Arthur swatted his hand away, "Well, I prefer a specific brand. If you hav
FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 8I'm So Lonely: Part 8FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 8 in Romance More Like This
Pairing: FrUK
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When Arthur woke the next morning, he was in no mood to move at all. Curled underneath the covers on his side, he
glared at the wall hugging the bed. He already was starting to get a headache, but at least his eyes weren't sore
anymore.
So, he closed his eyes and exhaled, trying to go back to sleep.
Once he slept for another three hours, he woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside the window, sunlight
pouring into the room. Which annoyed him to no end.
After staring at the wall for a few minutes in silence, he sat up and ru
FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 1I'm So LonelyFrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 1 in Romance More Like This
Pairing: FrUK
Warning: Foul language
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Arthur Kirkland was lonely. Maybe he was lonely because he hasn't been in a committed
relationship in over five years. Maybe he was lonely because no one liked him. Maybe he
was lonely because he was miserable.
But, to him, it didn't matter. It didn't matter what people thought about him anymore.
It didn't matter what he did anymore. It didn't matter what he did or what he said.
To him, loneliness was a gift. Loneliness granted him acceptance of betrayal, seeing as he
was used to it. Loneliness allowed h
FrUK: Can You Hear Me?Can You Hear Me?FrUK: Can You Hear Me? in Romance More Like This
Pairing: FrUK (very slight USUK)
Warning: Death!fic
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"Arthur...Arthur!"
Arthur opened his eyes to a bright scenery, raising a hand slowly to shield his eyes from the
glare of the sun overhead. He lowered his hand after a moment, noticing that he – and Francis – were
sitting in his garden. Francis and him were sitting at the glass table that he had put in the garden,
two cups of tea in front of them.
"My, aren't you getting distracted easily today, hm?", the Frenchman spoke up with a smile on his
lips once he noticed he caught Arthur's unamused attention. Arthur averted his
FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 14I'm So Lonely: Part 14FrUK: I'm So Lonely: Part 14 in Romance More Like This
A/N: Aghh so sorry for the long delay. I have excuses, though! 1. I moved to another state 2. I'm slacking off!
And, I would love to thank all my readers! Kinda shocked at how many people read this, both on FF.net and Deviantart,
combined. Kisses you all on the cheek
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Within a span of what seemed to be only a few days, four weeks had passed. Twenty-eight days of the sun rising, and
falling, for the blessed moon to come out and cast a mysterious glow on everything. Only for it to go back into hiding.
This repeated for those four weeks.
Routine set in within the fir
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Pairing: FrUK
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People walked down the sidewalk as Francis drove by in his red Convertible. Footsteps, the buzz of voices, and the hum of
cars echoed, the sun hanging in the sky, clouds covering the vast blue.
The Frenchman rested his arm on the door of the car, his blonde locks disturbed by the blow of wind. He stared through the
windshield at the clouded sky, his eyes bored of the view. He clutched the top of the steering wheel, lazily lifting his
arm that was resting on the door to switch the turning signal.
He wore tight black jeans
The Cold Months are Coming"Wait, wait, wait… How do I do this again?"The Cold Months are Coming in General Fiction More Like This
"You have to spread your legs more, mon cheri."
"L-let go of me, you git! Your hands all over me doesn't help!"
"You just have to relax, dear."
"I can't relax!"
"But look how well Antonio and Lovino are doing. They're practically professionals."
"Don't look at them! Stop embarrassing me!"
"And what about Kiku? I thought he was giving you lessons?"
"Alfred found out and we had to stop…"
"I wish I could have gotten it on videotape. It must have been funny."
"Oh, bludgeon yourself, frog! And I told you to let me go! Waahhh, don't let me go!!"
Francis smiled and gently held onto Art
I Love Him too Much"He's a pig!"I Love Him too Much in General Fiction More Like This
Arthur tightened his arms around his knees as he sat in the dirt. Usually, the gentleman would have shunned the man who ruined his trousers by wallowing in such filth. But Arthur was so angry and repulsed, he was unable to think about his gentlemanly instincts first before sitting on the earth in his garden.
Anyone who could have watched Arthur sit on the ground would have thought he was crazy. He was speaking to a few of his faithful friends who lived in the rose bush. They were too small to fly around in the open, because their wings were very delicate. Also, they were annoyed at how many people thought they didn't exist. Th
A Break in RoutineArthur preferred his relationship with Francis to be stable, and unvarying. He didn't enjoy surprises, and didn't like change. On the other hand, Francis was a generic Frenchman and adored the look on his lover's face as he brought home reservations to a fancy restaurant or a bouquet of extravagant flowers. As Francis drove home with yet another surprise, he wanted to think that Arthur would be thrilled.A Break in Routine in General Fiction More Like This
But in the back of his mind, he somehow knew that Arthur would, once again, be unmoved.
Francis knocked three times on the hard wood door of their house before letting himself in as he did every day. Francis took a glance around the empty l
Fortunate EventsTohru walked into the kitchen and took the full bowl of leek soup off the counter and headed back for the living room. Yuki was sitting on the ground, his legs tucked under the low table. He looked up at her, smiling.Fortunate Events in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, thank you very much, Ms. Honda," he grinned.
"It was no trouble at all," Tohru said cheerfully, setting the bowl in front of him. She sat down next to Yuki as he took a small sip from the soup.
"Mmm, Ms. Honda, this soup is wonderful," Yuki complimented her, smiling happily again. "I've always wondered how your cooking is so good…"
"Well my mom showed me how to cook for a while," Tohru smiled. "She taught me a lot
You hurt me...Kyo glanced around the wall and down the hall, searching between the groups of students. He didn't seem to be in this hall… It seemed safe.You hurt me... in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kyo shrugged and stepped out from behind the wall and started to stroll down the right side of the long school hallway. He shoved his hands into his pockets and headed for his homeroom class. It was free hour, and he was invited to play "Royal Egyptian" in homeroom with Tohru and her two weird friends. He assumed other by-standers would be there to watch, as they always did. And he was sure Tohru had invited that damn rat, Yuki…
He sighed exasperatedly and turned another corner.
Tohru always
Tin Foil, Chocolate, and HolesMomiji skipped out into the small room and waved a "hello" to his friends sitting around the low wooden table. First he said hello to Tohru, then Yuki, then Shigure, then finally Kyo. When Kyo turned his head to look at Momiji, his mouth dropped.Tin Foil, Chocolate, and Holes in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Wh-what the hell are you wearing on your head?!" he gaped, his eyes stuck at the top of Momiji's head.
Momiji looked up and blinked confusedly. He laughed after a moment and gently pet the bunny ears that sat atop his head.
"Oh, they're just my Easter Bunny ears!" he squeaked, going and sitting next to Kyo. He set a bright pink-and-green woven basket on the low table, over-flowing with colorful a
The New Year - Kyo x Momiji"Hey!" Kyo yelled at Shigure, who had just opened up his bedroom's door. Shigure opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off. "Get out of my room, old man!"The New Year - Kyo x Momiji in Fan Fiction More Like This
"But -"
"Ah! Get out!"
"Kyo -"
"OUT!"
"Gah - fine."
Shigure shook his head and closed the door, walking out. Kyo stared at the door for a little then closed his eyes again and lay his head on the pillow. How badly he wanted to just rest…
"Oh Kyo!" Tohru sang, sliding open his door.
"WHAT!" Kyo shouted, bolting up from bed and staring right at her.
Tohru screamed and shut the door quickly, running down the hall for her life. Kyo hissed at the door and pulled
Saved from the rainYuki opened up the back door and glanced out, raising a worried brow.Saved from the rain in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It's pouring…" he announced to Tohru, Kyo, Momiji, and Shigure, who were all sitting at the table behind him. He shook his head and slowly slid the door closed.
"Oh, that's terrible…" Tohru sighed. "I was planning to go to the store. But I guess it can wait until tomorrow…"
"And I was going to stop by Hatori's house…" Shigure pouted.
"I was going to go to the park!" Momiji whined, crossing his arms.
"And I was going to go to the base…" Yuki sighed.
The four waited for a moment then turned and all stared at Kyo, waiting for his complaint. Kyo
Happy Birthday Momiji xDKyo walked into the kitchen and went through the refrigerator to find a soda. He pulled it out from the back of one of the shelves and popped it open, taking a sip. Tohru walked into the kitchen after the oven rang. She hummed cheerfully as she pulled a large tray out from the oven, covered with chocolate chip cookies.Happy Birthday Momiji xD in Fan Fiction More Like This
"What's up with the cookies?" Kyo asked, leaning up against the counter.
"Oh, they're for Momiji!" Tohru smiled, setting the tray on the top of the oven carefully.
"And what did that little brat do to deserve cookies?"
"Well, it's his birthday…" Tohru said, looking over her shoulder. "Did you not know that…?"
Kyo
Kyo and Momiji randomKyo sat on the floor in front of the low wooden table with his soup. He leaned down to scoop some into his mouth, then dropped the spoon and spit out what was in his mouth.Kyo and Momiji random in Fan Fiction More Like This
"BLAGH! Oh, that's gross!!!" Kyo yelled, shooting up to his feet. "Tohru!!!"
Tohru ran into the living room, a bandanna around her forehead and trash bags in her hands.
"Oh! Kyo, what is it?" she asked quickly.
"You made me LEEK SOUP!!" Kyo yelled. "I HATE leeks!!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Kyo!! I was so caught up in cleaning Shigure's room that I forgot you hate leeks!"
Tohru dropped the full trash bags and ran over to the table, picking up the bowl of soup.
"I'll make y
Contradiction"You're joking."Contradiction in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur stared at Francis in shock, mouth open and red starting to spread over his features.
"I kid you not, Arthur, mon cher."
"You're lying," the Brit repeated. "There's no way you could love me." His voice rose in volume, panic making him shout. "Liar!"
He charged at the Frenchman and grasped him by the front of his shirt. "Tell me you hate me!"
Francis only shook his head, eyes not leaving Arthur's for even a second. "I won't lie to you."
Their faces were jerked closer together by a shaking hand. "Liar! Tell me!" The Englishman's snarl was frightened, frightened at the prospect of losing his closest enemy. "You hate
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 Forsaken 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
Center of AttentionFrancis looked down at the floor, pouting like a three year old child that had just been denied a cookie. Arthur had just completely ignored him- well, not completely. They had just finished dinner and Francis had tried to get him out of washing the dishes and into bed, like a good lover would, but no! as soon as he'd gone to touch Arthur's chest exactly how he liked it he'd gotten a gentle elbow-to-the-face and a sharp word.Center of Attention in Short Stories More Like This
"Not now," came Arthur's slightly-irritated reprimand. "I have to finish these before they start to smell."
Thus, Francis had gone to pout, sitting in a chair by the fireplace and staring at the floor between his knees
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 Brother 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
AloneArthur shivered. He turned over onto his other side, pulled the blankets over his shoulder, and tried again to fall asleep. He gave it five minutes and sat up, sighing.Alone in Short Stories More Like This
Three hours of trying to get comfortable certainly tried his patience.
The Brit closed his eyes, leaning against the headboard to think. Why couldn't he sleep...? Was there something bothering him? Was there something he wanted? Needed?
Well, yes, he told himself, opening his eyes and staring at the opposite wall. That moron is the answer to all four questions.
He wanted to speak to him. See him.
Well, there was only one way to accomplish that.
Arthur reached over to the
VoicemailsA woman's voice spoke in his ear, pre-recorded and uneven.Voicemails in Short Stories More Like This
"Nine new messages."
The Frenchman blinked in what might be loosely described as surprise.
Nine?
He didn't usually get that many calls- most of his conversations went by text message.
First new message from-"
The voice switched to a man's, the two words spoken smoothly:
"Arthur Kirkland."
Arthur?
"Received at eight thirty-four PM."
"Hi, frog, it's me, Arthur. I wanted to know if you wanted to go drinking or something- I'm bored to death and I don't want to wake up tomorrow in someone's bed. Call me back if you get this in time."
Arthur had wanted to go drinking with him? Wa
Reflexions de l amourUntil Arthur, Francis had thought he'd known love.Reflexions de l amour in Short Stories More Like This
After Arthur, Francis realized that he'd been wrong.
He'd thought love was when something took one's fancy- he'd thought attraction was love.
Later, he learned that love was more than that.
He's realized that love could not be put into words.
He'd tried- tried many, many times, in fact. He'd tried to explain to his friends, tried to put his thoughts down on paper. Many a night he'd sat at his desk and chewed the edge of a pen as he pondered how to say this.
And what was worse was trying to say how he felt.
Years ago he'd said "je t'aime" without a thought- to him it was all the same. T
Love Me Like I Love YouIf you looked closer then you'd know.Love Me Like I Love You in Short Stories More Like This
Francis sighed and watched the object of his affections move, watched him chatter and argue and interact with the nations around them. Arthur was not by any means a chatty person- in fact, he wasn't even a social person. He was the isolated kind, the type to sit at home with a cup of tea and reread The Hobbit instead of going out with some friends and be perfectly happy about it.
Francis just didn't understand. Why was he so madly in love with someone who was nothing like him? He'd thought he would have fallen for someone who was at least a little bit like him- someone romantic, someone sexy, someone ou
Silence"Quoi?!"Silence in Short Stories More Like This
France let the wine glass he was currently holding slip through his fingers and shatter on the floor. He stared across the kitchen in shock, eyes falling on a lone rose standing in a black vase on the window sill.
"Oh- er, Espagne- I'll call you back!" The French nation dropped the telephone back onto the mounted reciever and swore loudly, cleaning up the spilled wine and broken glass not without injury.
He swore again, rinsing the beads of blood off of his thumb and wrapped a small bit of gauze around it. Hopefully there weren't any shards of glass stuck in his skin...
France threw on his coat and raced out the door, insides kno
A Love Like ThisThere was nothing stranger than falling for your worst enemy, Arthur concluded. Enemies were supposed to hate, right? They were supposed to relish the other's pain and inflict as much of it as possible.A Love Like This in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't supposed to be like this. Arthur wasn't supposed to feel guilty about hurting his enemy- he wasn't supposed to want to help him. It was all wrong!
Why? It wasn't like this back in the day- in years past he had been perfectly content to beat Francis to a pulp and leave him to suffer. He'd enjoyed it, too- he'd taken some sort of warped, twisted pleasure out it.
But now everything was different, now he destroyed his enemy for the so
Days PassedEngland was starving. He was too small to catch food on his own and no one cared for children. Sometimes he wondered if they knew he was the embodiment of their nation then many they would give him something to eat. Instead he was forced to wait out until that frog would sneak out and bring him food.Days Passed in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mon cher? Mon cher it's me."
Jumping up from behind the bush England ran as fast as his little legs to carry him. Clinging to France's leg he sniffled a little.
"I sorry mon cher, but they are noticing my ways of disappearing! Here I brought you enough breads to last you a week and we can pick some fruit before I leave."
Arthur chewed a soft
Times Have Changed Chap 2Arthur was really glad he that his past self could only be heard by him. After all he didn't want Peter to wake up to the screaming. Sighing he turned back to his needle work until he heard the angry gasping breath. He remembered be that mad long ago.Times Have Changed Chap 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"Done?"
"THE BLOODY HELL I'M DONE! ARE YOU MAD YOU WANKER! To France?! FRANCE! That bloody frog is-"
"Is my husband of five years now,"
Pirate England shielded his ears, eyes filled with rage at the fact he was married to France. They hated each other with every fiber in their being and constantly fought for everything and he always won! He was the most feared on the seven seas and struck
Times Have Changed Chap 3Arthur sighed. He really was short tempered wasn't he?Times Have Changed Chap 3 in Short Stories More Like This
"I took it off so I could have a child. I put it back on once I was knew pregnant."
"He talked you into it." England hissed with rage.
"No, I told him I wanted a baby."
England started to scream again kicking at things that wouldn't move and throwing his hands up in a what he heard Arthur calling a temper tantrum. When he came down from his fit he noticed that himself was gone.
Running off he saw that both of them Arthur and France we're dressed and heading towards the door. Then was a knock and Francs opened it and greeted the person.
"The bloody hell is Lithuania doing here!"
Ar
Lovey doveyArthur sat in a chair by the window where the light was shinning. A clear day with no clouds in sight made this a perfect chance for him to do some embroidering. As he continued his silent pass time he heard the door open.Lovey dovey in Short Stories More Like This
Smiling he set the artwork aside and stood up and stretched. Half the day was over and he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Walking to the door he looked out to make sure it was who he thought it was.
Moments later the Frenchman strolled dup the last few steps. Noticing him standing there in the door farm he smiled and continued forward until they met one another, embracing and a light peck was earned. They hel
Madder Than Hatter 2Madder Than Hatter 2 in Short Stories More Like This
"Ow… ow! It hurts!" Arthur complained.
France gave him comforting words as he stitches up the wounds and cuts. Bruising seemed to be all over his body. No doubt England had been working on a spell again which would explain his odd eyes and attitude.
"Almost done."
"Hurts, hurts, it always hurts!"
"Shh… there. Almost done. Lay down, mon cher and you should feel better soon."
Since England had been sitting in front of him looking at is blue yes. He blinked a few times and then leaned in and snuggled against him happily. Taken off guard France smiled and held him closer.
"Francis kiss me?"
"Uh… Mon cher you won't
Madder Than Hatter 3Madder Than Hatter 3 in Short Stories More Like This
Over the course of three things Francis was sure of a few things. One of which this was not Arthur. Well, it kind of was but he was acting completely different form the one he knew. Not that he minded. Francis like this Arthur a little more then he should admit.
When he would hug him or say romantic things to him the other would blush while smiling and giggled before cuddling up to him. Now the other was also jumpy at a lot of things. Everything that seemed to move without him being on guard made him jump.
"Mon cher, where are you?" Francis called outside the house.
"I'm in the garden! Francis has such a pretty garden!" Arthur sang happil
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"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then... We can play~"
"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said, leaning over. He pressed a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."
"Mmm~ Of course, love~ Stay with me~"
"Adieu."
"Bugger…" England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave…"
In the tea, he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in eachothers' arms... Oh, ho
Madder Then Hatter 9Madder Then Hatter 9 in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur was worried now. He had no idea what the bloody hell those two were doing by tying him to a piano. They had it hanging upside-down, then pushing him back and forth like a swing. As he moved back and forth, he watched them.
They seemed like they where having trouble deciding what to do. After a while, the dark-haired Alfred left and came back with a burger.
"The other America eats burgers all the time too." England grunted.
The other Alfred looked up, not smiling, but not frowning either. "Really? Hm, I thought I was the only one who liked them..."
"Aren't you going to eat anything else, big brother? You only ate once today and it's
Madder Than Hatter 7Madder Than Hatter 7 in Short Stories More Like This
The next day, the parallels set off into the woods. The others stayed there. After all, they didn't know the area. And besides, they had to figure away to get home. Off to the side, Russia and China talked about it quietly.
France stood there silently, thinking, his hands in his pockets. There was something that made no sense. He remembered what the other Arthur had said about 'seeing the way,' and that they want his 'eyes'. What did they want with him?
Turning, he left as America, Canada, and England tried to come up with a plan. Maybe he would lay down and think about it more. It was clear their other selves were keeping a secret. True, i
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The day passed with the worst attempts to get away. Arthur tried as hard as he could to loosen the binds but it wouldn't budge. Instead Arthur had a harder time tying to get out and the other Arthur had ended up looked up with his eyes as if seeing something.
For a moment Arthur wondered it could have been a fairy, but it was when the other Arthur's eyes dimmed and his face became blank.
"Are you alright?"
The other didn't answer. Instead the other continued to look into space. Still struggling to get free Arthur heard steps. Stopping he waited until he saw the other Alfred walk into the clearing. He looked down at the other Arthur.
Not
Taking Over"NYHA! Do not drink zat, little one," France raced to rescue his son from a puddle that was not there a moment ago. Taking the edge of his sleeve he wiped mud from the toddlers inquisitive face and hands "you want to be ill, oui?" Matthieu cocked his head at his fathers words and smiled showing off his brand new teeth. The sight melted Francis' frustration, only to redouble a moment later as the baby lunged at a butterfly almost slipping from his grasp.Taking Over in Short Stories More Like This
"Merde! Will you stop zat!"
"What is that?" Curiosity alone made England bend farther over the changing table than was necessary, but that was as far as it went. "What am I.. oh .blood
Taking Over Part 2FACE (France America Canada Englad) FAMILY FIC, Ffance and Englands adventures in raising their sons.Taking Over Part 2 in Short Stories More Like This
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The soft crying was transcendent, it was everywhere! There wasn't a crack or cranny unaffected in the entire house, even the very marrow of Englands' bones filled and overflowed with sorrow.
Though as the desperation increased the less he wanted to move.
His trust in the "Sleeping through the night" baby manual he'd bought was rapidly fading as the longer the child went unattended the louder he got. Arthur didn't have to look at the color coded monitors on his nightstand to know which the pitiful lament was emitting. It wasn't unti
Taking Over: Part 5France, America, Canada, England. FACE Family drabbles.Taking Over: Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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England brushed a finger through a sleeping America's blond curl. It bounced back, resting against his head amongst it's fellows. Absently he did this a few more times before turning his attention to Canada, who lay sleeping next to his brother, clutching his favorite stuffed polar bear.
They were lit softly by Arthur's bedside lamp, as were dozen or so storybooks and a document or two for later adult reading. England lay on his side, both boys tucked up against him sleeping soundly, like tiny angels. It was a peace unlike any he'd ever known.
If France had been th
Taking Over: Part 6Days were never long enough. Minutes slipped by as if they were seconds, hours tarried only long enough to be acknowledged. But time stood still for horrible moments.Taking Over: Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Arthur?"
…
"Arthur?!"
France was in the hallway in front of his office door, arms full and threatening to give out. He tried the doorknob again, unsuccessfully. A folder from atop his pile fell to the floor, spilling its contents across the tile.
"ARTHUR!"
"Papa! Papa!" Canada came careening around the corner of the hall, a wide intent smile on his face.
"Bon jour, mon cher, where is-" just then Canada rammed his legs with a fierce hug, though he was small it was ju
Taking Over 4"What iz This?"Taking Over 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dinner.."
"Why does zhe boy's mush look more appetizing?"
"Because the boy's food was created in a lab by overpaid men in white suits and inflated egos. This was created out of the goodness of my heart, which is currently running off four hours of sleep, a bran muffin, and a very low opinion of the world at large.
France poked at his food apprehensively, "I don't believe I 'ave to suffer just because you cannot separate fact from fiction."
"Those are real problems people face!" England retorted jabbing his fork across the table at France.
"I doubt it! It iz a Soap Opera!" France reasoned shrugging his shoulders while ey
Taking Over: Part 7"You want to teach them to swim?" France folded a towel and placed it on the growing pile of clean linen on the kitchen table.Taking Over: Part 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why not?" England jovially placed a tiny jumper on another pile. "I've read that babies take to the water like fish! And if, heaven forbid, they ever fall in a lake or pool or something they wont drown."
"We do not live by any of those."
"So, you're never going to be somewhere that has a body of water? It's been proven that children can drown in only an inch of water."
"There have been studies?" France grimaced, pulling a small blue sock from a pair of his trousers.
"What? No! Of course not, how horrible would t
Taking Over 3"And after your fifth bath, we shall be boxing you up and shipping you to the University for scientific evaluation on how one so small can spontaneously, GAH!" England froze in the foyer as an unabashed France untangled himself from a very red Seychelles in the living room.Taking Over 3 in Short Stories More Like This
"There are children in this house!" England scowled furiously, his mouth would have fallen open in shear disgust had he not been afraid of what Alfred might put in it. The American was overly fond of Cherrios, and it was likely he had some hidden on his person, in varying states of deterioration, and despite Englands many attempts at removing them.
"Darling" France coo
Taking Over, part 8::Face Family Drabbles, AU, baby America and Canada::Taking Over, part 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
England sat at his desk reading through a document. As his eyes raced across the dull script the sounds of squeaking springs slowly filled the air. A glance up showed him that America had abandoned his crayons for a more active past time and was currently walking around on his couch. Shrugging he went back to his reading. As long as the boy wasn't hurting anything he was fine to do whatever he wished, the sofa may not like it but it gave him another few minutes of peaceful reading.
"
Taking Over 11 PART 1 Thursday nights were spaghetti nights. And the only night where everyone ate all of their meal, without complaining. Well, for the most part, Al once screamed that his sauce was too red, but he ate it anyway because he wanted dessert.Taking Over 11 PART 1 in Humor More Like This
The trick to yummy, authentic spaghetti was to have an authentic Italian teach you to make it. Particularly an Italian who’d actually instruct you until it was perfect and preferably not one that would hit you with a tomato every time it wasn’t.
When the boys had started on solid foods, noodles seemed to be the perfect beginner meal. Sadly Arthur learned early on that, rather a
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Arthur lounged luxuriously on the couch, while a drama softly played on the telly. A smile broke across his face and he closed his eyes, enjoying the experience of the far too rare sensation, of silence. France had finally upheld his end of their bet and taken the children on an outing. Leaving him all alone, in an empty house, with no one to talk to. And he couldn’t have been happier.
It had been five hours since he’d bid them a fond farewell, and though worry pricked the back of his neck, he focused on the television, leaning on it for support of blissful idlen
New boy - FrUkHe was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.New boy - FrUk in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.
My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Ché
FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits"Non, non mon cher, stop. I think that will be enough glitter."FACE Family: Hearts and Homemade Biscuits in General Fiction More Like This
"But Pa, I've only used half the pot." Cue adorable pout that no father could have the ability to say no to.
"Alfred, you don't need a whole pot to make one card, OK?" Francis rubbed his forehead, leaving a trail of red glitter across his skin.
"But it has to be the best Valentines card ever."
"You know, you can make your own card for your father, if you wish."
"But Paaa, I wanna help with yours. Anyway, you don't give Dad's Valentines cards, everyone knows that."
"Of course, mon cher." Francis gave in, and tried to shake some of the excess sparkles from the scarlet and hot
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands. in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
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Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman
FrUK: On Horseback"Look, will you just shove a frog in it and get on the horse." Arthur was already on his own; a large bay Welsh Cob. As much as he hated to admit it, his brother did breed fine horses. Francis remained on the ground, holding the grey gelding at an arm's length.FrUK: On Horseback in Romance More Like This
"I cannot."
Arthur rolled his eyes. "Why?"
"I..." he flushed a little. "I – that is to say – there was always someone to help me."
"You can't actually be serious."
Francis didn't reply. So yes then.
"Oh for God's sake." Arthur dismounted, and roughly helped the Frenchman into the saddle.
"Merci." He winked and the nudged the horse into a trot out of the yard, and into
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Arthur lay on his back in the middle of the garden. There was a scattering of cushions around him on the grass, his hip resting awkwardly half on – half off one. The early afternoon sun coated one side of him; warm and comfortable, the promise of a hot summer. His other side felt colder, and neglected, a definite feel of empty space. He ignored it, and adjusted his shoulder blades on the ground, closing his eyes. The sun poked from behind his eyelids, turning the blackness into a dark dusky red. He felt the air shift next to him; felt weight on the cushions and dense ground. A warm hand felt his face; traced his cheeks
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Gilbert was pissed.
Not in the 'holy crap I should NOT have had that last beer' kind of way. No. He was pissed in the 'why the hell do Austrians always have to piss on my fireworks' kind of way.
He hadn't even done anything. Antonio and Francis had turned up for a few drinks, a fairly normal occurrence. They'd spent the best part of an hour seeing who could sing their national anthem the loudest. Antonio's effort was impressive, considering his had no words. This was also, fairly normal. Francis had managed to disappear completely for around forty five minutes. Again, they were used to this. When he had returned, he br
Spamano fluff: GardeningAntonio did not shut the door behind him, but left it open; leaving the slight breeze of the afternoon to sweep through the rooms, making the curtains whisper at their window frames. He didn't call to Lovino that he was home either – he wanted to surprise him. A small smile on his face, he stalked through the villa like a cat, searching out his lover. His feet padded softly on the terracotta tiles as he hunted, slipping around corners and through arched doorways. Lovino was not in the living room, or the kitchen... perhaps he was upstairs taking a siesta – usual for this time of day. But he was not there either. This upset Toni a liSpamano fluff: Gardening in Romance More Like This
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.3The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Warning: some sexual content, yaoi
~A month later~
Music blasted through the house along with screams of drunken laughter. Lights flashed on and off like a rave, complete with lasers, courtesy of Gilbert. The Bad Touch Trio was throwing yet another wild party at Antonio's house. Gilbert was dancing on the table, twirling his shirt above his head while singing to whatever song was on. Girls were going nuts over his erotic display as yet another piece of clothing was thrown into the air. A few men wolf whistled. Gilbert downed another bottle of beer while dancing; thus causing beer to splash onto the table and his bare chest.
Antonio was a
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.2The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
:Arthur's POV:
My head was positively throbbing. That was the first of many thoughts to even cross my mind as I began to resurface into the world of the living. I shifted onto my other side for sleep just seemed much more inviting than this headache. The sheets were scratchy. These weren't my sheets for mine were soft, and cozy. My eyes flew open which I instantly regretted so I reverted to squinting. The room was too bright, and too white. White… My room wasn't white, the walls were green. What the bloody hell was going on? A soft beeping interrupted my thoughts. A heart monitor sat beside my bed which was when it finally clicked: I wa
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.4The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
:Arthur's POV:
Coffee, coffee, coffee, lemonade, coffee, and ah there it was! My precious tea! I greedily grabbed the box of tea bags which was skillfully hidden behind several cans of coffee grounds. Opening the box, I was devastated to find it completely empty. I slumped against the counter with an aggravated groan. Damn the bloody American. Speaking of the devil, his strong arms wrapped lovingly around my waist as I angrily flung the empty box at him. Alfred Jones, the American, smiled down at me.
"Aww, what's wrong, man? Didn't have your coffee yet?" Alfred asked in complete stupidity.
"I only drink tea, you bloody idiot," I growled
The Forbidden Fruit (APH)The Forbidden Fruit (APH) 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 impatientl
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.5The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
:Francis's POV:
Hair cleaned, dried, and styled: check
Cologne & deodorant: check
Presentable yet stylish outfit: check
After mentally checking off my check list and admiring myself, I quickly left for Arthur's. I still couldn't wrap my head around Arthur asking for a favor! I mean, he never trusted me with anything, but now his house and garden? My mind was blown. At an intersection, I glanced over at a shopping complex. Merde, should I get Arthur something? Maybe a small thank you for giving me the responsibility… No, that is going overboard. I inched the car forward, to go to Arthur's, but instead turned into a store parking l
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.7The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WARNING: Yaoi, language, and sexual content
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~A couple days into the trip~
:Arthur's POV:
New York City was positively breathtaking. My favorite time to gaze upon the skyline was at night when the whole city was lit up. Alfred's flat had a spectacular view of the city. The vacation had been fun so far. We had explored the city, seen a Broadway play, and went shopping. The stores were outrageous here as were the people. Honestly though, America could rid most of the stores when they have Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart has bloody everything! Americans were insane
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.8The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Tuesday (5th day on trip)~
:Arthur's POV:
LAS VEGAS! I could barely conceal my excitement of being in the legendary city of Las Vegas. Alfred thought we had enough time on vacation to just fly over to Vegas for the rest of our stay. I definitely wasn't going to argue with this decision. We had done all the sightseeing and tourist attractions known to man in the city, except for the casinos. Casinos were saved for last in order to do casino hopping along with bar hopping. I loved this vacation except for one thing: the ride, Insanity, made me absolutely queasy just now. I sat with my head between my knees inside the Stratosphere hotel. I co
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.6The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
~Thursday morning~
I was awake, showered, and dressed by 7:00 am. Ugh… It was too early to head over to Arthur's and I didn't want to disturb his new lover. My blood boiled at the thought of the American with him. He was too loud, too stupid, and…and…. I couldn't think of anything else. I just hated the man. Now what should I do? Maybe a nice meal at a quiet café would be ideal. Yes, that sounded like a great way to start my morning and waste time. Thus I hopped into my car and sped off to my favorite little café.
The café had a decent amount of people already for 7 am, but wasn't overcrowded which
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.9The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I sat, frozen, on the couch. I was on edge. My heart raced, my breath quickened, and my ears strained for any further noises. Was it a robber? Was it a murderer? Was I about to die? The hideous paranoid thoughts consumed me as I sat. Oh how my muscles screamed to move, but something kept me frozen on Arthur's couch. Arthur. Maybe he came home early? With the thought, I slowly got up and inched toward the doorway. I saw an umbrella nearby and swiftly grabbed it as I walked past. As I came closer to the door, I could see the figure silhouetted by the moonlight.
:Arthur's POV:
Driving seemed to be a rather perilous journey, one that I would ra
The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.10The Forbidden Fruit (APH) Ch.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
:Francis's POV:
Upon entering my home, I noticed Arthur's house keys, garage door opener, and coat laying on my table. Merde. I slouched against the wall, staring at the items. My drooping eyelids answered my dilemma for me, so I collapsed onto the couch. The sun's bright rays, peeking through the blinds woke me up. With a yawn, I began my morning routine before scooping up the items and I running to my car to once again race to the Brit's home. At least it gave me an excuse to see him. I smiled as I remembered yesterday morning. Arthur really did love my crepes. The way he clung to me while crying… I tried to regulate my heartbeat with some
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day the
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The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled t
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Pairing: SpainxRomano
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He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard en
Bite- Ch2The room of which Alfred was staying in was large with a high ceiling. Arthur had by now left him alone, and said he would return later. Alfred looked around the room and noticed there was a large bed against the wall; he looked to his right to see a large desk with a large mirror in front of him. He pouted; this must have been a ladies room. He looked to his left to see a large wardrobe. There were a set of drawers situated at one side of the room. He looked up and noticed another chandelier.Bite- Ch2 in Romance More Like This
At the opposite end of the room was a large door with glass panelling, which led onto the balcony. Alfred would have loved to stand on the balcony and
Bite- Ch4Morning came quicker than Alfred had hoped. The sky was clear with very little clouds and the sun shone brightly. Alfred cursed when he realised that it would be a nice day. He would have to be extra careful.Bite- Ch4 in Romance More Like This
Alfred had left his room to find Arthur. He wanted to thank him for taking him in for the night, and he wanted to tell him how awesome he was for doing so. He was very grateful, and he would never forget it. Arthur didn't have to allow him to stay in his house, but he did. Alfred didn't know if it was out of kindness or pity, but the point was, was that he did and that was the end of it.
Now he faced the problem of actually finding the
Bite- Ch3Alfred paced up and down the library with a thoughtful expression; he wondered what he could do to make Arthur like him. He didn't want him to hate him, not when they first met! Besides, Arthur was like him, and the irritated Englishman was the only person like him who he had met. Alfred wasn't going to leave so easily... if that was what Arthur was trying to do, that is.Bite- Ch3 in Romance More Like This
Alfred started to get a little thirsty- he hadn't long since fed but all this thinking was making him more peckish than usual. He left the library and walked down the hall in a random direction to see if he could find Arthur.
Alfred tried to remember paintings and features
The Queen's HeroThe Kingdom of Spades was a beautiful kingdom. It was surrounded by a large wall which was protected by guards specially chosen by the Queen. At the front there was a large gate which allowed travellers to pass freely. Inside the Kingdoms' walls was a happy town. The citizens were treated with respect and their opinions were taken into account. Anything that they thought needed to change, the Queen would be notified and the suggestions would be taken into the account.The Queen's Hero in Romance More Like This
The Queen was loved by all the people of the Kingdom of Spades. He was wise and was a kind ruler. He would often take walks through the town and people would greet him as a fri
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Currently he stood under a tree in the pouring rain with a pout gracing his handsome face. After finding out what he was, yet another village banished him with the threat of death if he should ever return. At least they were reasonable; the last village he attempted to reside at almost chopped his head off. Luckily enough for him he was pretty fast.
Was his existence that much of a bother? Sure, he was a vampire, and he really shouldn't be surprised that people wanted him dead. They didn't trust him. They were convinced that he would suck them dry just like every other vampire in these p
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this r
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He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him wh
FrUk, Pirate Days- Chapt. 1Arthur is bound by the wrists in the brig of a ship. His crew had been locked up and he awaits his captor alone. "Bloody idiots! Release me at once!"FrUk, Pirate Days- Chapt. 1 in Drama More Like This
Suddenly, he heard a laugh, a laugh he hasn't heard in many years. Since left alone them alone, left behind that person so he could go to the sea.
His eyes narrowed, "Show yourself bastard."
"Ohonhonhon, bonjour Angleterre. Long time no zee." said someone with a thick french accent.
"Frog," he sneered, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"
"Why, taking your ship of course amour~" he steps into the light and grins.
His formidable eyebrows rose, "Dont think I'll let you keep it,
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 2Francis breathes heavily and gulps as he left the blade under his throat. He looks at Arthur and gave a small smile, "I didn't exspect for me to win....put atleast I can tell myself I tried..."FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 2 in Drama More Like This
"Aye, I suppose you did."
"So....what now amour?" he asks, looking at him with those sea blue eyes.
"Stop calling me that!"
Francis frowns, "I have always called you amour....even when we were little."
"Why do you insist on it, after all I've done to you?"
"Like I said Arthur, I still see the farmboy I played with, fell in love with, and slept with. We were together all our childhood....and I loved you so....even after you turned down my purposal
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 3Francis looks at him, "Arthur...I.." he couldn't finish, for a clothes was tied tight around his mouth. "Can it French slime" one of the men said, getting a rope to tightly tie his hands together, getting more rope to tie his arms to his body. The man grabs him back the hair and pulls him up, "Come on!" Francis groans and holds back tears of pain.FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 3 in Drama More Like This
"Gentler!" He snapped, following them. "He's no use to us dead!"
"Aye Captain!" they say, pulling Francis along. Francis' crew growls at them as they come up from the lower deck. "What do you think you're doing Brits?" Francis' first mate them, pulling out his sword.
He sighed, and took a pistol
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 4Francis coughes and moves his jaw around, "Bastard..." he said weakly. "he is still in there....just hidden by this new power hungry pirate"FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 4 in Drama More Like This
"This power hungry pirate saved your life."
Francis glares at him, "Oh, I'm so greatful...you slaughtered half my men..."
"Its their own damn fault!" He sighed. "I offered them a chance to live."
Francis looks away from them, not saying a word.
Arthur sighed carfully before turning away from the frenchman he knew from long ago."And I gave you a chance to surrender too,you fool.
"I told you...I'm not surrendering...I'd rather die" he said simply, spiting out blood
"Oh really..you prepared to stand
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 9Arthur let a small snore when morning came, cuddling up to Francis.FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 9 in Drama More Like This
Francis groans and opens his eyes, "Shit..." he cursed, "My `ead.."
"Mmph..." Arthur groaned shuffling his body. He opens his eyes slightly, "Bloody hell...what happened.."
When he looks over at Francis, his eyes went wide. "What the hell?!" He shouts, falling out of the bed. Once he sees they were both naked, his face turned bright red and he quickly covered himself "You bloody frog!" he growls, "What in gods name did you do?!" He scrunched up with the blankets wrapped around his body.
Francis holds his head, the room spinning "Ugh...l-looks like...we got drunk..and did
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 will 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
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 6Later, into the night, a few members of Arthur's crew snuck into his room "Sure the Captain won't get mad?" one of them whispers, "No, he would be happy to let this frog get what he deserves." another says, just as they grabbed onto Francis and shoving a cloth into his mouth. They lefted him up roughly, one man throwing him over his shoulder as they start walking out quietly making sure not to wake up their Captin.FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 6 in Drama More Like This
Francis makes muffled cries, trying to wiggle free. More then ten men hold onto him and carry him out to the deck, "What should we do first? Tie him up and beat him? Burn him? Oh! Stick his head into water until he can't breath!"
FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 7"Feliciano, get me something to clean this off 'em.." He sits Francis down in his desk chair, making sure he could breath.FrUk, Pirate Days-Chapt. 7 in Drama More Like This
Feliciano comes back with some wet clothes, "Vee, here you are Captain."
Arthur takes it and gently starts to pat at the wound. Francis hisses lightly, "Sorry.." Arthur mumbles, "Bloody fools..."
"Ah..." He twitches from the cloth, still coughing up bits of cleaning water. "I-It's a good...good zing you came when you did...I....I don't zink I could `old my breath any longer." he says breathlessly.
"I'm sorry they did that to you...I should've kept the damn door locked..." Arthur shook his head. "You should be thanking
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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
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