Hey. This is just a snipped I wrote during angy jealousy. I think it turned out pretty well so I decided to post it. Characters may be OoC. I don't own anything :(
Oftenly people wonder why I don't like Francis. "Weren't they childhood friends? Weren't they always together?" Oh yes, we were. Until they came. But no one seems to realize that.
You see, Francis's and my history dates way back. At one point we were best friends. He was my everything. But because I already bickered with him then, people seem to think when we bicker now, it's playful. I believe he still thinks so too. It's not. But back to the story. I bickered with him and did just about anything to get his attention. To try and beat him so he'd look up to me like I did to him. In the beginning it worked like a charm. He'd ruffle my hair and tell me how proud 'big brother' was. Then new nations stepped into our storyline and ruined it for me.
They were Prussia and Spain. They weren't known like that back then, but nations' names tend to change over time… At first Francis didn't pay much attention to them. But then things happened and he started leaning away from me, towards them. I tried harder to gain his attention every time, but didn't achieve my desired result. He stopped giving in as often and went against me. Which encouraged me to try harder, and him to slip further and further away from me. My only way I had ever had of impressing Francis pushed him away from me.
So I grew angry. I grew angry and started resenting them, the 'bad friends trio'. Bad friends they were. Especially Francis. I started fighting him in wars for no reason but to hurt him. I'd side with nations I hadn't even properly associated with before. Just to hurt him. Just to make him feel my pain.
Years passed and this continued. Nowadays I am no longer angry. The grudge has eaten up my heart and I'll probably never let that go. But I try. I try very hard. I try to be kind like I used to be. But the frog changed my view on life. How can I trust people not to leave and hurt me? And why would I be kind only for them to do so? And for that I can't forgive France. And so I fight him still. In this century mostly with words and gestures. I probably won't ever stop. Because now I cannot let people get close. Because France made me lonely. Because the lonely child in my heart still wants to make my big brother smile