by ~FailKitten on deviantarts
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let bạn be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed bạn to personify his capital city of Luân Đôn just so long as bạn would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', bạn were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
bạn remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, bạn remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how bạn found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see bạn standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" bạn greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are bạn again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
bạn didn't think to much about that before he invited bạn into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the đi văng just before he went into the kitchen.
bạn examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... bạn thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
bạn hadn't the faintest idea what he had just đã đưa ý kiến to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," bạn đã đưa ý kiến shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could bạn please tell me why bạn are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know bạn better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start bởi getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," bạn replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted bạn guys to be Những người bạn because I heard that bạn fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
bạn nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do bạn keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
bạn found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if bạn don't mind, Sir, could bạn please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, bạn asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. bạn have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for bạn to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
bạn smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have bạn been?" England greeted automatically as bạn walked in the door.
bạn smiled at him. "I was helping bạn improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with bạn in the first place!" bạn snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he đã đưa ý kiến calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! bạn aren't the boss of me!" bạn yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! bạn are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and bạn follow them! Is that clear?!"
bạn had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, bạn growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his đọc as soon as bạn left the room. Little did he know that bạn were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
bạn were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are bạn back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to bạn anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like bạn very much! I think bạn could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear bạn think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
bạn smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, bạn know."
"I know," bạn sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see bạn escape."
bạn giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see bạn later."
bạn nodded once more, heading trang chủ again.
Of course, the fact that bạn had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until bạn opened the front door. bạn began kicking yourself immediately when bạn saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," bạn pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the đi văng to stand before bạn with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though bạn would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" bạn said, thinking as fast as bạn could.
"What did bạn have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are bạn happy now?"
"I am. And, tiếp theo time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told bạn with a smile.
bạn sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. bạn weren't too happy with him, but bạn couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, bạn always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh tháng - April - bạn entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, bởi now bạn two were close enough so that bạn could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as bạn lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France đã đưa ý kiến as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, bạn often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. bạn were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed bạn to the couch. "I will be right back!"
bạn nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm bạn up, <First Name>. I hate to see bạn shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," bạn assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the đi văng tiếp theo to bạn wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" bạn started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." bạn tried. bạn settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what bạn wished to. "I...know we've been Những người bạn for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." bạn started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if bạn don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind bạn got when someone started creeping bạn out.
Well, basically, bạn discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before bạn came back trang chủ at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, bạn inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since bạn left at eight that night.
"And where have bạn been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed bạn in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call bạn that?! He'd never called bạn that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" bạn asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told bạn not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put bạn on house arrest hoặc something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of Luân Đôn on lockdown and leave bạn there until bạn can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at bạn for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, bạn should get some sleep...follow me."
bạn obeyed reluctantly, and he led bạn to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If bạn di chuyển just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
bạn nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as bạn lay down. Your big brother lay down tiếp theo to you, and bạn were both asleep soon.
The tiếp theo day, bạn were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when bạn finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
bạn nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes bạn found. bạn started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, bạn abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, bạn and England were on the plane. bạn were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: bạn never đã đưa ý kiến good-bye to Francis, told him where bạn were going, hoặc even let him know bạn loved him.
bạn slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
bạn woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he đã đưa ý kiến gently. "We're finally here."
bạn nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Nhật Bản was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
bạn curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being Những người bạn with that frog."
"I see." Nhật Bản turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a an toàn, két an toàn trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward bạn and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing bạn for a while now."
bạn nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before bạn knew it, bạn could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted bạn up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, bạn hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," bạn whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
bạn simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set bạn back down on your feet. "I'll come visit bạn sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
bạn nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
bạn just wished that bạn could tell France where bạn were at. He had never được trao bạn any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, bạn spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but bạn still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the ngày that Nhật Bản decided to take bạn to a world meeting. All of the trước đó times, bạn would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
bạn were the first two at that meeting. Nhật Bản didn't seem to mind that bạn abandoned him to wait bởi the door. bạn also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
bạn were so overcome with every sort of emotion that bạn could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for bạn were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his ghế, chỗ ngồi at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, bạn opted for the tiếp theo best option: bạn grabbed hold of his quần áo, may mặc and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," bạn murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed bạn so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing bạn bởi the shoulders and kissing both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never đã đưa ý kiến anything!" bạn started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see bạn anymore! I had no way to contact bạn because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
bạn still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant bạn were his something hoặc other. bạn didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There bạn go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now bạn can talk to me whenever bạn want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, bạn embraced him.
"I tình yêu you," bạn blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled bạn away and held bạn out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't bạn know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" bạn asked sadly, bạn cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let bạn be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed bạn to personify his capital city of Luân Đôn just so long as bạn would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', bạn were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
bạn remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, bạn remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how bạn found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see bạn standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" bạn greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are bạn again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
bạn didn't think to much about that before he invited bạn into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the đi văng just before he went into the kitchen.
bạn examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... bạn thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
bạn hadn't the faintest idea what he had just đã đưa ý kiến to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," bạn đã đưa ý kiến shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could bạn please tell me why bạn are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know bạn better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start bởi getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," bạn replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted bạn guys to be Những người bạn because I heard that bạn fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
bạn nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do bạn keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
bạn found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if bạn don't mind, Sir, could bạn please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, bạn asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. bạn have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for bạn to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
bạn smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have bạn been?" England greeted automatically as bạn walked in the door.
bạn smiled at him. "I was helping bạn improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with bạn in the first place!" bạn snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he đã đưa ý kiến calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! bạn aren't the boss of me!" bạn yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! bạn are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and bạn follow them! Is that clear?!"
bạn had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, bạn growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his đọc as soon as bạn left the room. Little did he know that bạn were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
bạn were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are bạn back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to bạn anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like bạn very much! I think bạn could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear bạn think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
bạn smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, bạn know."
"I know," bạn sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see bạn escape."
bạn giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see bạn later."
bạn nodded once more, heading trang chủ again.
Of course, the fact that bạn had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until bạn opened the front door. bạn began kicking yourself immediately when bạn saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," bạn pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the đi văng to stand before bạn with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though bạn would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" bạn said, thinking as fast as bạn could.
"What did bạn have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are bạn happy now?"
"I am. And, tiếp theo time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told bạn with a smile.
bạn sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. bạn weren't too happy with him, but bạn couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, bạn always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh tháng - April - bạn entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, bởi now bạn two were close enough so that bạn could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as bạn lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France đã đưa ý kiến as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, bạn often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. bạn were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed bạn to the couch. "I will be right back!"
bạn nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm bạn up, <First Name>. I hate to see bạn shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," bạn assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the đi văng tiếp theo to bạn wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" bạn started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." bạn tried. bạn settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what bạn wished to. "I...know we've been Những người bạn for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." bạn started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if bạn don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind bạn got when someone started creeping bạn out.
Well, basically, bạn discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before bạn came back trang chủ at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, bạn inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since bạn left at eight that night.
"And where have bạn been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed bạn in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call bạn that?! He'd never called bạn that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" bạn asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told bạn not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put bạn on house arrest hoặc something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of Luân Đôn on lockdown and leave bạn there until bạn can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at bạn for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, bạn should get some sleep...follow me."
bạn obeyed reluctantly, and he led bạn to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If bạn di chuyển just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
bạn nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as bạn lay down. Your big brother lay down tiếp theo to you, and bạn were both asleep soon.
The tiếp theo day, bạn were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when bạn finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
bạn nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes bạn found. bạn started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, bạn abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, bạn and England were on the plane. bạn were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: bạn never đã đưa ý kiến good-bye to Francis, told him where bạn were going, hoặc even let him know bạn loved him.
bạn slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
bạn woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he đã đưa ý kiến gently. "We're finally here."
bạn nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Nhật Bản was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
bạn curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being Những người bạn with that frog."
"I see." Nhật Bản turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a an toàn, két an toàn trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward bạn and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing bạn for a while now."
bạn nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before bạn knew it, bạn could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted bạn up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, bạn hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," bạn whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
bạn simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set bạn back down on your feet. "I'll come visit bạn sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
bạn nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
bạn just wished that bạn could tell France where bạn were at. He had never được trao bạn any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, bạn spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but bạn still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the ngày that Nhật Bản decided to take bạn to a world meeting. All of the trước đó times, bạn would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
bạn were the first two at that meeting. Nhật Bản didn't seem to mind that bạn abandoned him to wait bởi the door. bạn also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
bạn were so overcome with every sort of emotion that bạn could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for bạn were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his ghế, chỗ ngồi at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, bạn opted for the tiếp theo best option: bạn grabbed hold of his quần áo, may mặc and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," bạn murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed bạn so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing bạn bởi the shoulders and kissing both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never đã đưa ý kiến anything!" bạn started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see bạn anymore! I had no way to contact bạn because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
bạn still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant bạn were his something hoặc other. bạn didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There bạn go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now bạn can talk to me whenever bạn want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, bạn embraced him.
"I tình yêu you," bạn blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled bạn away and held bạn out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't bạn know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" bạn asked sadly, bạn cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~