Because I am French
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."
The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.
"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"
"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."
"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"
"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was dating other guys… you'd understand, you're French."
With that she left him. He stayed kneeling staring at the empty chair in front of him. I'm French? What is that supposed to mean? He thought. Frenchmen aren't like that… well, not him anyway. He had been afraid to love someone. Raquel was his first love, yet she broke her heart
"My love is just waiting, to turn your tears to roses." Skillet
The sun slowly came down from the sky down into the ocean. I stayed outside of the community church with my ax at my side. I lit up my cigarette, waiting for my partner, Romano Vargas, to come out of his confession with the priest. Traditionally, a hunter should be very religious. However, I was different from the rest of the hunters. My partner for example, he was really religious, always praying in the morning, before he ate, and at night. He always seemed to be too dependent on the miracles of Holy Water and a silver cross.
I never did. I loved to get into the physical contact with the mystical being. I inhaled the nicotine, looking up at my partner who came out of the church. He sat in front of me, his cheeks bulging out in a pout. I gave him an annoyed look as he pulled the cigarette out of my mouth. I inhaled the last of it as he pulled it away. He stepped on it, standing up fro
Turning around you came face to face with the usually quiet and emotionless Norwegian named Lukas. He brushed back a piece of his white-blonde bang, as he impatiently awaited your reply. His dull blue eyes held a twinkle of magic as always, as his gaze searched over your face.
"Didn't you just technically ask me a question?" you teased, as you leaned against a nearby cream wall.
"____, I am being serious." he scolded, his blue eyes glared at you.
"Alright, what is your question?" you questioned.
"Do you believe in magic?" he asked, a glint of hope flashed in his eyes.
"Do I believe in magic?" you repeated, as you arched your brow.
"Yes," he emotionlessly said.
"I am not sure," you replied as you pushed yourself away from the wall and brushed past the surprisingly shocked Norwegian man.
"How can you not be sure?" he questioned as he followed close behind you.
"I mean magic is just in fairytales right? It's not supposed to be
“I hate you, I hate you, and I hate you too.” You murmured to yourself about all the happy couples walking past you on the sidewalk.
Valentine’s Day. Like how is this shit even a holiday.
You continued walking home; glad the school day was over. You couldn’t wait to get home and watch more Hetalia while you secretly cursed every happy couple that ever lived. At least the Hetalia guys will keep me company, you thought to yourself with a giddy smile.
When you stepped inside your house, your mother was there waiting for you. “_____! I’ve got big news~!” She cheered.
You rolled your eyes, “No mom, you already told me about a hundred times about what Dad’s planning for you this Valentine’s Day.” You grumbled, throwing your backpack to the ground.
She waved off the remark, “No, I’m talking about your
Thursday, 7:43 PM
You: Have you gotten the hang of texting yet?
China: I'm trying to type
You: On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the best and 1 being the worst at texting I think you're -400
China: You mean. What you doing.
You: Correcting your grammar. It's supposed to be "You're mean. What ARE you doing?"
China: Shit up
You: O_o What?
China: I mean shut up
You: I think you deserve an F- in language and social skills
China: Impossible. Asian people never get F
You: Well congrats; you just broke a new world record
You: I think you meant
You: There you go. You get a D- for your efforts
Conversation with France (Francis Bonnefoy)
Friday, 8:09 AM
You: I'm so bored I'm resorting to texting you to free myself of my boredom
France: Tee hee.
You: You never say tee hee! O_O You say "ohonhonhonhon"!
France: It's too much work for my beautiful fingers, oui?
You: Anyways, whatchu doing in your cl