England felt the tears cascade down his cheeks. "B-Bloody frog… To think I trusted the wanker…."
It's something I just realized the morning yesterday,
His legs were pulled to his chest as he sobbed into his knees, not that he would admit that he was crying over the Frenchman.
As I was picking up the shards of my broken heart.
The Englishman wiped furiously at his eyes before opening them again, the acidic emerald orbs red and irritated
What is this drop of red that drips from my cut finger?
'We were never meant to be together, Angleterre.' Francis's words rebounded in his mind.
I waited for the perfect time, but it never came.
"Maybe….He was right…"
Now all I hear are screams between us, bending, breaking, drowning my form away from yours.
Arthur's eyes closed as he willed himself to sleep, his eyes continuing to shed tears.
Just be friends, All we gotta do,
Just be friends, Just be friends, Just be friends…