Prologue
The streets, the buildings, the people - all so different from Francis' home of Paris. Why you may ask? He was in London. The job in which he held had basically forced him to be transferred to a work office in England, much to his dismay.
Why London, of all places? He asked himself, a frown set on his face as he walked down one of the many sidewalks in the unfamiliar city, having decided he may as well see where he was to be living for however long his business stayed in the country. It was a nice place, but not nearly as breathtaking as Paris, in his opinion.
Looking up towards the sky, he noted that it would be dark soon.
Might as well head home, then... His heart clenched a bit. This wasn't home, not even close. He wouldn't be going home; he'd be going to his new apartment here in this unfamiliar place that wasn't and never would be his home.
My heart belongs in Paris, not here. He told himself as he walked towards the direction of his apartment, not in the mood to take a bus or taxi. Why do so, when the weather wasn't that horrid? England was known for it's rain, usually accompanied by a bitter cold. Tonight was just a bit chilly, with clear skies above. The Frenchman knew, without a doubt, he'd miss his country's pleasant weather.
Approaching the apartment building, Francis breathed a soft sigh as he looked up at it. Would he ever get used to this? To be able to refer to it as his dwelling place without experiencing the bitter feelings of missing his real home?
With a bit of work, perhaps. His hand grasped the handle of the door, opening it and entering before ascending the stairs leading to his apartment's floor. Before too long, he was there, taking his key from his pocket and unlocking the door. His heart felt that increasingly familiar piercing pain of sadness as he flicked the light on - this room held nothing in common to his old apartment in France. Shaking away such emotions, he went into the room, closing the door behind him.
"This isn't too bad..." He said aloud, trying to comfort as well as bring assurance to himself. It wasn't horrible, not at all. But, it still felt strange, knowing this was where he'd be living for at least a year or more.
With casual steps, he walked to his bedroom, sure he'd have an issue sleeping here tonight. Maybe not tomorrow, but absolutely tonight. He knew that he needed his rest; he had work tomorrow. Removing his coat and shoes, he climbed into bed, not bothering to undress.
Bonne nuit et au revoir Paris, bonjour Angleterre. With those final words he closed his eyes, sleep mercifully taking him for the night.
I apologize for the short prologue ^^' I just wanted to give you guys an understanding of why France is living in London, instead of leaving you to wonder for what reason why he's just suddenly there, walking the streets. Hope you like this so far! I guarantee it'll get better with time, as then I'll be introducing Iggy~
Winter~