FrUK - MaybeThey were in a smooth expanse of lush green hills, water lapped down at the edge of a golden beach and squawking seagulls circled overhead. Only a faint breeze was present in the air and the gentle warmth of a summer just beginning.More Like This
"Mon chérie?" Francis Bonnefoy asked, the personification of France, just into his early adolescent years by appearance. His hair was cut longer than the other countries and his bright blue eyes sparkled with promise. Even at that age he knew he was irresistable.
Arthur Kirkland, the personification of England, at that time just a mere infant appearance wise, scowled up at the Frenchman, his scruffy blonde hair and already thick black eyebrows giving him an aura of grumpiness.
"What now, frog?" he asked, tugging at his green cape for to be protected if the French boy decided to make any more passes at him.
France chuckled softly before pressing his fingers to his lips and then to the small boy's forehead. "Mon petit lapin..do you think.."
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It's been a year now. Come out from wherever you're hiding.
Where did you go? I miss you. I admit it. I even shout from the rooftops, sometimes. I'll scream your name to the Parisian night, hoping that you might appear from one of the stars, before smiling that god damned smile, holding me close and ruffling my hair. I even learnt how to say it in French for you. "Où êtes-vous, mon amour? S'il vous plaît revenir à moi. Je m'ennuie de toi, François." Right?
I go to sleep in an empty bed, and I wake up in an empty bed. My hands feel empty when you're not holding them. The vase is empty because I haven't put any roses from you in there. I hate all this emptiness. I look into the mirror and see an empty face. You never appear from behind me anymore to hold me close. Sometimes, after I take a shower and am clad in only a towel around my waist, I even elbow the air, blushing and mumbling "Get of
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The first thing that greeted Arthur when he woke up was a pounding headache. He knew in an instant that this hang-over wouldn't be pleasant; they never were, but he hadn't had one like this for years.
Fuck, just what did he drink last night?
He let out a small puff of air and wrinkled his nose at the stench of stale beer, vomit and cigarette smoke. Great, he'd quit smoking years ago and if this meant he would start again then he wasn't going to be very happy.
This was by no means suggesting that he was happy to begin with.
Arthur raised a hand to his eyes and rubbed away the sleep and he blinked. The blurriness of the room was starting to fade and he started to notice the interior's features, and that was when he realised he didn't recognize any of them. Where the hell was he anyway?
He realised he was lying in a bed and his face flushed. He cautiously lifted up the bed sheets and saw that he was completely naked. Shit.
He looked around the room to see various
Home is Where the Heart Is | FrancexReaderxBritainMore Like This
You stepped out of the airport and took a deep breath of humidity and all that was London, England. It had been a long time since you had been there and you were glad to finally be back. It had been a few years since you had moved to Paris because of family issues, so when your best friend Francis had offered to take you with him when he visited his friend Arthur in London, you couldn't refuse. Said Frenchman pushed you, just as you started to really enjoy being home. He laughed his peculiar laugh and started walking over to a Mercedes Benz. Some guy in a uniform pushed a cart behind the blonde, piled with both his and your luggage, and stuffed it into the car. A man stepped out of the shotgun seat and greeted Francis with a very business-like handshake. You could practically see the tension between the two men.
Despite this, Francis smiles and gestured for you to join them. "Arthur, this is _____. She will be staying with us as my guest. She used to liv
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Soft sunlight streamed down from the sky, bathing me in an orangish hue. However, though it provided me some warmth, the light fall breeze was enough to make me shiver and button my jacket just a little higher.
"I should've worn something warmer..." I muttered, speaking to no one in particular as I was alone except for the characters whose story I was currently indulged in. Another small gust of wind fluttered the pages of the book I held in my hands, causing me to curse as I lost my place.
"Damn it..." Sighing, I placed the book down onto the bench I had found myself sitting on, deciding to instead enjoy the evening. The leaves were turning, their green hues changing into bright oranges, reds and yellows of all shades, now beginning to litter themselves along the ground like delicate decorations, giving color to the dying grass. My emerald green eyes strayed away from the trees to note the sky, mel
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It all started on a dark, winter's night in a pub in Bristol. Arthur Kirkland had resolved himself to becoming flat-faced drunk in light of recent events. He had refused to have any further contact with Alfred and his bloody war, if not only to save himself some pocket change. The blitzkrieg had damaged London fairly badly and he needed to work on restoring some of their more significant landmarks, all of which cost a fair amount of money to spruce up after all that hustle and bustle.
His people didn't need another war, and yet he was working quietly behind the scenes, if not to alarm most of his populace. No where near the magnitude of the grave Alfred had dug himself, however.
Yet Alfred was, as usual, an ungrateful prat who refused to acknowledge he was helping him at all. Called him a coward and a whole host of other unflattering names in the light of his minimal involvement. Selfish dimwit should have been happy he was doing anything at all after the horror he had to face from the
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.More Like This
England could only smile and mutter, "Okay..." to the dead
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"Poor Britain, He gets these terrible colds all the time. "I said as I watched the blond man lay motionless in the hospital bed. It seems he had caught the flu from staying out in the cold rain for too long. Last time this happened America rudely interrupted and trudged into the room. He placed a hamburger on Britain's forehead and expected it to make him feel better! Well, I guess that's American healthcare in a nutshell. Hopefully we won't have any interruptions this time. I smiled and thought about all the times we've spent together. Some people say we have a love/hate relationship. Even though I often deny it I wish that relationship would lean more to the love side. I've come to know that my heart yearns for him in the strangest ways. I've had many lovers in the past but something about the feelings I have for Britain are different.........Ugh why do I even think about these things. I continued to watch Britain sleep in the bed. An IV is hooked to his arm and is pumping
FrUk- I wish to help... Fire sent the sky ablaze even in the darkest night as bombers made their way across chilled skies, their burdens dropped on a defenseless city. But... so was the way with war. He watched the skies shoot flames as another explosion erupted in the streets of London, men, women, and children fleeing for cover and their lives as their homes were turned to ash.More Like This
There was nothing he could do but watch, gaze across the Channel as his precious person was harmed because he could do nothing. Germany had taken his own precious city, Paris left in ruin under the soldiers of the man he once believed to be a friend. Germany's new boss had corrupted the country, turning him against the world when Ludwig would never have done so this viciously before. Perhaps it was his fault... after all, he had been ready to reduce Germany to nothing after the first Great war.
Now, none were spared in his path to victory, and so Francis could only watch, watch from his captivity a
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The heat from the lecherous Frenchman's body was not welcomed by most, but Feliks greeted it gladly and snuggled up to the other's bare chest.
As countries, their pasts follow and haunt them like shadows, but when France and Poland step into the sun they are simply Francis and Feliks.
According to France, there was nothing more romantic than watching the sun sink below the Mediterranean and paint it lovely pinks and oranges; Poland thought it was nice, but preferred to watch the other watch the sunset (he made sure to never get caught staring, though, just in case France took it "the wrong way").
A simple glance or batting of those lidded emerald eyes can drive France over the edge every time, and Poland knows it.
The activity messed up their hair within a minute, but the thrill and Feliks being able to hold on as tightly to Fracis as he could--with good reason--made t
Alone Together (France x England-APH)“Arthur, are you coming down for dinner?”More Like This
Said man looked up from his desk at the head of long blonde hair that had popped into his study. He smiled at Francis.
“Yes, I’ll be down in a bit. I just have a letter I need to write.”
Francis nodded before leaving, undoubtedly to put the finishing touches on the meal he had prepared for the two of them. Arthur sighed as he pulled out a fresh piece of stationary and his best pen.
My dearest Alice,
I have so much to say, I don’t think a life time at this desk would be able to even scratch the surface. So much has happened, not only in the last three years, but in just the last three months. I’d like to say that it all happened so suddenly, because really it did. But, it also didn’t. Do you remember me telling you on our one year anniversary about the first time I saw you? Do you remember how I told about my breath being taken away and the most amazing fluttering in my chest that linger