The Jealous Rose
Just a little something that I came up with, I could always imagine Arthur being a little Jealous when it came to Scotland and France's relationship.
A little cute story of The Thistle and The Rose. ( Scotland and England )
The Englishman never thought the day would come when he would find himself Jealous of that ghastly frog, Francis. Perhaps he was making a mountain out of a molehill, but his eyes sure as hell wern't deveiving him. Of course, he had heard Allistor mention his fondness for the Frenchman in the past and how much of a laugh they would have when together, also remembering how his brother would smile when he spoke of his much treasured memories with Francis.
England snapped back to reality as a certain American bumped the side of his arm, looking like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment or so before he turned around to face the blue eyed American. ''Yo! What's with the whole spacing out dude? you're starting to put a damper in the atmosphere you know.'' Alfred spoke, his eyes narrowed for a second from being a bit concerned from how unusual Arthur was acting. Arthur had been spacing out a lot lately he had noticed.
''It's nothing, really. I'm perfectly fine.'' He lied, he wasn't fine at all. Arthur began to regret ever hosting this allied forces get together at the Kirkland household, it just gave them both a chance to rub their lovely little friendship right in his face. The Frenchman was no doubt slagging him off in the face of his own brother, but would Allistor really let Francis talk bad of him or would he defend his younger brother? Arthur felt foolish for even giving a damn, why should he care anyway? They could both run off into the sunset together and he woulden't give a single damn, or would he?
''Hey Arthur! ... Dude?! ...'' Alfred waved his hands in the Englishman's face in attempt to grasp his attention, but it didn't seem to be working in the slightest. ''Earth to Arthur!? ... Woah dude, what the hell is wrong with you?! Snap out of it already!'' The American shook Arthur's shoulders, causing the Englishman to come back to reality once again and let out a gasp from the others actions. ''Will you bloody stop that already! What part of I'm perfectly fine don't you understand! just leave me alone...'' Arthur left a concerned American standing there, watching as Arthur walked away with a look of bitterness. He thought he could handle it, but he just coulden't bare it.
Allistor slung an arm around the back of the Frenchman's neck, both laughing from their humor and talk of old times. ''Aye, remember when we tried to get'a kilt oan Arthur? Th' wee shite ran until he coulden't run anymore, good auld times we had back then... it all just seems like yesterday, eh?.'' Allistor gave a snicker before then smiling. They both did have quite the ball at making poor little Arthur suffer from their antics. ''Oui, too bad we didn't get the chance to see how you're little brother looked with you're fringant attire, Ecosse~'' France laughed, he really found the kilt to be quite lovely and of course, only the Scot himself could make it look so manly.
Arthur stood in the background, everyone seemed to be having a pleasant time exept him. Seeing his brother laughing and smiling with that frog made his blood boil, France was able to make Allistor smile and laugh with such ease. God knows when the last time Allistor smiled at him like that or even when they both shared a laugh together, because all they done was argue and make each other look bad. Hasn't it always been like that? If so, why did he feel like this... was it the thought of someone else making his brother happy when in reality, he never could. Arthur's thoughts began to eat away at him and before he could torture himself further, he left the room.
TO BE CONTINUED.
I really don't know about this fic, It was just something wich I came up with. If your enjoying it, then please let me know and I will continue. It's my first time ever writing a fanfic, so i'm still a bit unsure.