"Surely he doesn't expect me to attend this blasted thing," Arthur scoffed, looking over at Francis, asking a rhetorical question laced with sarcasm. He'd just gotten the hand-delivered invitation to nothing other than a Fourth of July party.
Francis shrugged, knowing very well that the Brit would indeed give in and bring misery upon himself by going to Alfred's Independence Day party. That American held one every year, inviting each and every nation, no matter how they were affected by his Revolution. Despite Arthur being the most depressed about that day, he never failed to feel obligated to be present, as it was he himself who raised Alfred.
"I'm sure he does. I mean, you show up yearly anyways. He probably supposes you'll be there, so you should go. Imagine how hurt he'd be without his dear Iggy to celebrate with him," Francis added, making a very good point. He received an eye roll from the other blonde in return.
"Ah, you're right… But what about me? What about how I feel? Doesn't he know that it crushed me when he left me alone?", Arthur retorted, glancing out the window of Francis' house dejectedly.
'You weren't alone, you had me… you'll always have me,' the French man let his own mind fire back.
"I don't know, mon ami. You've got first-hand experience with how oblivious the frivolous boy can be sometimes. Besides, you needn't worry about yourself too much, I'll wind up taking you in while you're drunk out of your mind anyways. You know, you should really stop drowning your sorrows in alcohol if you can't even handle a mere bottle of beer," Francis said with a playful smirk, though he was fully aware that he was no doubt very accurate.
"Yeah right. Just because it happens every year, doesn't mean it'll happen again," Arthur argued, rolling his eyes once more and getting up to leave.
"Listen, I'm going to run. I have to get ready for this damned event. If I'm going to show up in style," he walked into the hallway, retrieving his tan coat.
"I told you so!", Francis called out to the retreating country, laughing and earning a 'shut up' in return.
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I decided to write this in honor of Independence Day. I originally wanted to make this a one-sided FrUk, and one-sided UsUk. You know, the one plot that Arthur goes crawling back to Francis sobbing and drunk after going to Alfred's party. I really like that idea, but I felt that it was used enough, and gave it a little spin. I made this one a bit more friendship related. If you squint, you can see that tiny hint of FrUk, when Francis is thinking to himself, but that's about it. I hope this drabble actually worked. Anyways, thanks for reading and happy Fourth!
Translations:
I don't know, mon ami = I don't know, my friend