A/N: Just a random one-shot I got the idea for while sitting in Marine Science and thought what the hell. Anyway its the day after valentines day and Francis is at home one night after being hurt beyond belief so a certain 2p decides to have a little 'fun' with his fragile state of mind. So hope you enjoy! Sorry if its a little ooc and please be gentle with the flames. \(^u^)

Madness In The Shadows

Part One

"Ah finally here!" I said excitedly as I stepped off the plane excitedly.

I couldn't wait to end my friends happy faces. Why you ask? This weekend was weekend was Valentines Day and I had seen everyone looking rather sad. So I sent everyone a bouquet of roses to cheer them up. I want all the nations to feel loved. So they were bound to be feeling better and maybe someone got me something...but thats beside the point.

Anyway, I caught a cab to the white house where Alfred had talked the president into letting him use the meeting hall there to meet with some important friends of his.

I payed the cab driver and grabbed my bag and got out and ran to the gates where a guard stood to greet arrivals.

"Excuse muoi!" I smiled and waved. "Could you please open the gates and let me in? I'm Francis Bonnefoy, mon ami Alfred is expecting me."

"Do you have an invitation?"

"Non...mon ami Antonio called and told me...it would be here via here."

"Hmmm..." He took out a clip board and started skimming down it. "I don't see your name on the list."

A pang of hurt stabbed my chest but I smiled. "Maybe he just forgot to put a name. There's was quite a few he was inviting..."

He thought for a moment and then sighed. "Come with me. If he recognises you then you can stay. But my orders are from him and the president."

The gates pulled open and he led me inside. "Merci, Monsieur."

Down the corridor after a couple of turns was two big double doors which he pulled open to reveal most everyone already there. I smiled.

"Bonjour mon amis!"

"You bastard!" That was the yell that I heard right before a certain flat metal object.

I clutched my head. "Mon dieu...what was that for?"

"You bloody git! You enjoy playing with peoples emotions?!" Arthur yelled as he threw the bouquet of roses I had made him at me.

They were almost dead like they'd been thrown aside carelessly.

"You idiota bastardo!" Romano threw his at me too and his as well was dead.

I felt tears prick my eyes as I at them. The roses that I had worked so hard to nurse and raise to perfect beauty. They had been the brightest, fullest and aromatic roses I had ever grown.

"Dude, I mean really? Who sends roses to a bunch of guys anyway? I can see the chicks but really bro? The dudes? Roses are a symbol of love."

I saw a couple of green stems poking out of the garbage can. Right then I snapped.

"Shut up! All of you!" They all looked at somewhat startled. Tears were starting to overflow now. "I only wanted to cheer up mon amis. I saw how sad you all looked at the last meeting...and I thought what better than to send them all a nice bouquet of roses...so I harvested the most beautiful roses I had ever grown and made bouquets for each of you..." I picked up one of the dead roses as if it were a baby of mine that had died too soon. "I sent them out...wanting you all to be able to receive them by Valentines...I wanted you all simply to cheer up...and I thought maybe if you all felt loved...considering I'm the nation of love...it's the best way I know how...I thought you would be...happy..."

I couldn't take it anymore. Time for them to know the truth of what I felt inside. "But no...I forgot...to all of you...I;m the perv...the rapist...the pedophile. Did you ever think that maybe I'm just the way I am because I'm always full of love and have no one to share it with?" I glared at Arthur. "NO thanks to you Angleterre. So maybe before you go talking about playing with peoples emotions you consider what you did to me." I got looked down. "I'm full of love and always looking to share and spread it." I looked up and mocked my usual laugh. "Oh dear me share and spread! He must want my body because that sounds creepy! Lets whack him on the head with a frying pan!"

I grabbed my bag and gestured to the dead roses like a father who's lost a son. "But between this," I gestured to them in general. "The way you treated when I walked in ready to see your happy faces," I pointed at Alfred. "And you're purposefully not putting my name on the list or sending me an invitation, it's pretty clear confirmation of what I've thought all along. That you would all be happier without me." As I started to walk out I heard Arthur call after me, I turned back around and faced him. "Oh yeah. Yes, even though you hurt me way back when...and continued to throughout the years...ever since you were a kid...I've always loved you. So much Angleterre." Before he had a chance to say anything I continued. "Now allow me to give your reaction to the very thing I've been scared to confess to you for over a century. Since I know this is what you're thinking." I mocked him. "Oi you bloody bearded bastard frog what the hell do you think you're doing spouting that nonsense? That's the most idiotic thing you could say!"

I bowed even as I saw the disbelief, shock and guilt in his eyes. "Well don't worry this bloody frog will go away now. Don't expect me at any meetings for a couple days...or years...Paris will be taking over my spot for now. Who knows you'll probably like her better than this washed up perverted old man. Just see her for who she is and not who I was...thats all I ask.."

With that I stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

A/N: Okay because this one got so long I'm going to end it here. But this will be continued in the second part.