Helping hand(T ^ T)
FrUk
Summary- after a battle in America's revolution England is a mess. The only person he could turn to was France. The way that man's simple kind actions could get England better much quicker
"Why, why does he want to leave?" England cries into France's shoulder. They were currently at France's house after a particularly nasty battle in America's revolution. France had taken England to his home, simply as a friend, to try and help him recover. Though England rarely showed it he was a sensitive person and America leaving him left him in pieces. France hopes that giving him a good time would lessen the loneliness that clearly consumed the nation. "It's fine England. Even if it does not seem like it everything will be fine in the end." France says trying to calm the crying nation. "No, it won't. I'm all alone now. Everyone must hate me, they never like to spend more than a hundred or so years around me." England says, muffled by the fabric of France's clothing. France sighs, when he gets like this there is almost no way to get him out of it. He had to try anyway, or else there would be no end. "No England. You are never alone. I don't hate you and have stayed by your side for centuries." While he says this France slowly lifts England's head so he is facing him. England's face softens when he sees that France cares for him. "I love you so much," England says as he wraps his arms around France's waist. France has never seen England like this before. Of course, he had seen England upset but never broken like this. England ended up sleeping in the guest bedroom that night. He had slept over at France's house often when they were younger but it had been a long while. The next day England wakes confused because of the unusual surroundings having momentarily forgotten the night previous events. He then recognizes that he is in France's house. That's when he remembers what had happened. After he had finally told him that he loved him France had kissed him, holding him until the early hours that morning when he must have moved him into the guest room while England was asleep. Completely lost in thought England did not notice France walking into the room and sitting next to him. England finally notices when France lightly taps his shoulder. "Do you want any breakfast?" England smiles and stands while saying."There is no need for you to make me food, I can do it on my own." France stops him with saying "Well mon amour I don't really want to rebuild my kitchen at the moment. In any case, you're at my house and it is only proper for me to do the cooking as you are a guest." England glares at the comment about his cooking skills but agrees anyway. The two walk into the kitchen together. It was a large and themed white with pops of color every so often. It was really a beautiful room, as most rooms were in France's house. The kitchen was by far England favorite though. He just loved the way the colors mixed and created a calming atmosphere. France had made waffles. He had also tried to make some scones for England but ended up failing. Scones were one of the few foods that France could never get right no matter what he tried. After there waffles England said he would go to his house, as he needed to feed his pets. France drives England home and makes sure to tell him that if he needs anything to call him. "Thank you, but I think I will be fine for a while." Without another word, England stands on his toes and kisses France's cheek. He turns away, red-faced but smiling shyly anywho. He walks quickly to his house and shuts the door behind him. France smiles to himself as he walks over to his car. It seems all England needed to help his loneliness was a little love. That was what everyone needed in France's eyes.
THE END