I remember being bored at that time. And kind of annoyed. I couldn't stand that silence so I just stood up and slammed the desk with my hand. I hoped for it to look gracefull, but from Arthur's look I didn't seem to succeed.

'It's nonsense, you're mumbling! I ain' signing that one! What's in it for me anyway?'

And than there was this glance that Ludwig gave me. Oh, I thought I felt a shiver running down my spine. I like it though, at least a little. I mean, he's eyes are nice. So blue, deep. I guess you call it blaue Augen in German. So I looked him in the eye and met all my biggest fears. I didn't expect that.

'Oh, c'mon! It's not like I really care about Poland's territory! I mean, sure, let 'im have it back. And Lithuania and all those 'shmucks that Ivan's holding. Or whatever. I don't really care.'

'We're not discussing this in a matter for YOU to actually gain something, France.' said my Arthur while sipping some hot tea with his lovely lips

'Just sit down and stay calm. There's nothing in it for me neither. But let alone, Europe won;t be able to recover after war if ones like yourself keep interrupting peace.'

So I had no choice. I sat down and folded my arms to show my ignorance towards Ludwig. Of course, not towards England. Ohohoho, I'd never do that.

On the other hand lately I've been with him on quite good terms, I think. We even met one another in the cafeteria, y'know. And then we went to the movies and wow that felt great. I mean, he was so red all over his gracefull face. Oh, man. He falls for me.

Well anyway the meeting finally had an end and we actually reached something. I signed that paper they gave me, cause there wasn't anything about France anyway. So why would I care. Poland's a nice guy after all. He's kind of cute. But I ain't standing a chance compared to Lithuania. I mean, they're in it together for a long time, huh? Than he doesn't like blondes, I guess.

As for me. Man, I like blondes. I also like those dark haired guys. And girls. Oh, damn and red hairs. I mean you just look them in the eyes, those deep dark eyes and you feel like drowning in some kind of a soft dream. But light eyes are even better! Those bluish eyes turn me really on. Like those of Ludwig's or England's! And ow, Greece's nice too. Too bad that ugly Turkey's in my way.

Oh, I felt deep in thought at that time. I guess I woke up after a longer while when the room was already empty. So I just hurried and got out eventually passing those lovely Italian twins on the corridor.

The cute one smiled to me and waved and the other just gave me a short glance and looked away. Oh, man, he falls for me.

Anyway I was about to make my way to England's room. I hoped maybe I could like, confess my love to him. Cause I didn't do it today yet. I remember doing that yesterday though. Oh he blushed with the most wonderfull blush you could ever imagine! And those lips of his went mumbling nonsense again! He couldn't take the pressure so he just slammed the door in front of my eyes. But there ain't no fooling me on this one! I know that look of his. He wants me, but he just doesn;t seem to be ready to pull himself together at times when we're alone yet.

So I stood there for a while in front of his room and tried making up some kind of a short poem I could sing for him as I enter.

I thought about something like:

Here I come to you my love

To spread roses for you from above.

Then I rather thought about something more like:

Mon cheri, let me hold You tight and pressed

Yourself against my manly chest.

It was more like I felt, you know. I mean of course my love to him is pure and stuff. But just look at him in this sexy waiter cloth. I mean, where the fuck did he get it?! I want one too, but he said it ain't fit me.

Anyway I really falt like owning him now. He's so fragile, he wouldn't ressist.

Then I thought I heard some noise from his room. Sounded a little like some gasp or squeak. Or like some animal in agony. Yeah, that must've been some animal. I mean, I never heard something like that before.

Than again I thought 'why the fuck did that noise come form my sweetie pie's room?'

Once more I heard that sound. This time I was pretty sure it had to be an animal. So I forgot all I was about to say as I would enter and just forced my way into the room. It wasn't hard, cause the lock wasn't on. So I guess 'forced' might be a little too groovy for what I did. So basically, I just opened the door. Like, pushed it aside.

Sacrebleu!

I wasn't sure of what I saw at first, but then after I finally realized I couldn't believe my eyes!

There they were. Both. My love naked with his hands grasping that fat American's chest.

I felt as my heart beat stopped for a second or two! It was... It was... overwhelming!

I mean, naked Arthur is something that shouldn't be show in the tv before mindnight.

At first I thought 'wow, I totally want to join in!'

Then a second thought came to my mind. My love loved me, of course. So if I just turned away and burst into tears he'd try to explain himself. I mean, he was like that. He is like that and he'll never change!

So my sly plan seemed to me a better way, an even better way than having a wonderfull threesome with those lovely guys!

My dearest England must've really missed me. After all I didn;t confess to him today, so maybe he felt lonely?

Oh, my bad.

Mon Dieu, I was so cruel. And now, because of that I left him lonely he had to have it with America. Oh but they looked lovely. Like two little lovebirds flying as high as they could reach! Oh, those faces so surprised after having a glance of my very fabulous self. Arthur's face went all purple like some young rose bud waking to life as the sunlight hits its first beams of light on the wonderfull garden of his body!

Sweat, blushes, muscles, soft skin...

More than I could possibly take! But nevertheless I made such a wonderfull act! They even fell for it!

'Sacrebleu! England...! You...! How... how on Earth?!'

Arthur pushed Amercia aside quickly and covered himself with the first object he could reach for. And that would be some strange pink blanket. He flushed.

Lovely.

'I-I'm so sorry to interrupt your intime moment...!' I cried

America stood up and quickly put his trousers on. Too bad, no threesoms then. Arthur waited there, petrified and so flushed. Staring at me blindly, his hands shvering on the pink blanket. I barely noticed America walking out of the room in a hurry.

Then there came this lovely silence.

And I remembered as only a week ago I went with that belle girl Seychellesęłęó I went to the SPA center. The scent in Arthur's room reminded me of how much fun we both had together. You know what scent I'm talking about, right?

First we just thought about having some maniqure, but as it was done in no time at all we thoguht about going wild and having some time at the hairdressers together. So she shortened her hair a little and we even thought of her having some neat fringe done. But she wasn't sure about it. Even so, I told her she'd look fabulous even if she were bold. Oh damn, I loved her blush at that time!

So we went on to have some artificial sunbathing in the solarium. Of course we went there both. Having it alone is no fun at all! Oh and I remember as I kissed gently her soft skin on the arms and as I took her clothes off, each by each. One by one falling on the ground. Oh it was a wonderfull time we had.

I hope she remembers it as well. After all we were pretty drunk.

Nevetheless I remembered I was just standing in the very middle of England's room in that romantic silence having me deep in thought. Athur chuckled to draw my attention. I looked at him, still naked and red.

'Can I help you?' aksed Artie with the blushy mumble of his

'Oh, you can help me.'

Then he went even more red, or redder, whatever you say it in English.

And so I had him. I tried remembering this poem I made up, but I couldn't just looking at his naked chest.

I kicked the door with one leg. It closed with a little bang and i locked it quickly. So I really could have him now. And as I turned away from the door to actually pull Arthur agains my lovely chest I noticed he wasn't there. I took a quick glance all over the room and I noticed his legs out of the window.

Mon Dieu! He almost fell out! But I grabbed him with my manly arms and lifted back into the room just in time. Who's the hero, now?

So I pulled him back up and I held him as close to me as I could. He smelled roses and a little american. So I just thought I should turn this smell into a pure flowery one. He hissed.

'Let me go, Francis! Just leave that idea of yours! I wanna dress up, I've got a meeting!'

Poor fellow, he had so many things on his mind. But I ain't planning to let him go. Oh no it wasn't in my taste.

So I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him all around his laps as he gasped. Oh, man he wanted me. I could nearly feel as he wanted me the same as I wanted him. I wanted him to scream, to shout and to blush all over his body. Not only the face. I kissed him gentlily, then harshly. Then turned him around, my hands in his intime places moving upwards and downwards to give him the greatest pleasure I could.

Back to reality. He kicked me out of the room along with his magical mumbo-jumbo mutters as soon as I grabbed him out of the window. I thought, gee, that's not how you treat your saviour, is it? Sometimes it seems to me as if he didn't love me one bit. Well, all I can come up with is the thought that maybe 'he needs time'.

And when it comes to this I barely remember when was the first time I confessed. Must've been sometime between the wars I guess.

I remember seeing the next world war coming, so I just tried grasping to another strong kingdom, to keep safe just in case. And there I realised Arthur was a perfect match. England was close, it was a kingdom. It was powerfull, not to mention his all-best fleet number one in the world. Winning this man's heart then became my top priority.

At first it wasn't like I loved him, really. It was pure buisness. That's why I didn't cry that much after being rejected as I forced him into signing the act of marriage.

But as years go by, as the war stared and we all declared ourselves to be on one side against the Germans, Italy and along with those Japan I kind of got closer and closer with my heart to that little childish guy. And then one day all of a sudden as I had a pleasant walk with Seychellesęłęó along the seashore I noticed him.

He was there sitting all alone. I excused my cheri for a while and tried looking closer at what he was doing. At that time he was only an Arthur for me. Only a guy with fairies, horsies and all soaked with arogance and magic. So I wondered what was he doing. I tried to make myself unable to notice and waited to have a closer look into the loneliness of a great kingdom.

He sat near the waves, still as distant from them that they couldn't catch him no matter how hard they tried. He threw sinlge rocks into the water. He seemed depressed. And you could almost feel that sobber scent of desperacy all around him. As I looked closer I noticed a few tears running down his face.

So he was crying.

I never thought he cried for real.

Of course I've seen him cry thousands of times. But tears when other people are around always seemed to me forced. As if he really wanted to achieve something by just crying in public. Usually he succeeded. He had all he wanted. Of course. Despite Alfred.

I thought that must've been the reason for him crying alone. I couldn't come up with another one. And then I thought again: maybe he feels pathetic. Maybe he knows how feeble he looks, how lonely he really is.

Those tears. They were no ordinary tears. Those were the real deal. They took away everything from him. They ran away along with Alfred.

At that time I noticed this guy was not only for show. That the force hidden within him is nothing I could ever be able to reach. Damn me, this guy was one of a kind. He really suffered from love. And he never did this for show. He hid this love deep inside him. That was in fact the most romantic thing I have ever seen in my whole life.

Those tears slowly running down his long face. Those eyes staring far far away in the very soul of the ocean. I thought this man, Alfred, was the most lucky guy in the world. He didn't know how much Arthur cared. He had no idea and he would never find out, for those tears I witnessed were true only when spread alone.

That was when my heart moved. No, it was no moving, it was a fast beat and I felt as some warmth was let inside.

This man. Arthur Kirkland. That was the very moment I fell in love. That was the only moment I did that. And I know I never seen him like this again. I never seen him again sitting there alone and crying, cursing his fate as failure as a father and a brother. Sometimes I try to understand what is it that pushes Alfred towards him. Those two are so completely different from each other.

Of course, Arthur deserves me. But the thing is, he wants someone else. And I witnessed his silent confession there as he sat in the warm sand in the sunset. I stood there till the moon showed up and until Arthur stood up and wiped the tears away. He cried during the whole sunset. He cried even in front of the moon. Throwing innocent rocks into the sea. The water took them away and the water took away his heart. For that heart was so distant now. It was far away, fighting the storms and wild waters of the Atlantic Ocean trying to reach for his beloved land.

I never would say any of this to anyone. It's our secret. Mine and Arthur's. And I'll never let him know what I saw. For you don't have to see all his fairies to know how magical was that moment.

That is the very thing that seduced me in this short fellow.

The honesty of his love. True affection.

Alfred doesn't know one bit of what happens deep in Arthur's soul. It disgusts me. That is why I'll never look at that guy as if he were the very adult he claims himself to be. He'd never understand what it means to truly love Arthur. He'd never be able to give as much love as Arthur gives him.

It hurts. And so, all I can do is just keep an eye on them and not letting those two get too close to each other.

It's ridiculous. I find myself resposible for how deep would Alfred hurt Arthur if he left again. All I can do with my very own affection towards England is keep him safe from all the pain he could suffer.

I might sound mean at times. But I don't want his love in return. I want him to be as happy as he was before the wars went on. Before America's raising.

All the things I do are not because I want to own him. Of course, his body is lovely. His hips - perfect, so fit. But he's not a guy for me.

Anyways, as he threw me out of his room and slammed the door in front of my face all red I decided to head downstairs to go out with Spain maybe. He's a good guy. The smile of his is the best, all so cheerfull. On my way I thought of getting us some junk to eat so we could watch some nice movie together or have a nice chat. Or some nice sexual iniciation. Well, you never know.

So as I went downstairs I gone to the nearest italian shop to order some pizzqa or whatever. I knew Antonio loves italian food. As I entered I notcied Alfred sitting deep in the corner of the restaurant waiting. Probably for Arthur. I sighed. Each time I saw that guy I wanted to scream and yell at him.

CAN'T YOU NOTICE? THIS GUY LOVES YOU, BASTARD. TREAT HIM PROPERLY.

There he sits with his head up in the coulds. I didn't want to seem like staring at him so I just glanced quickly at what he was doing and went on to the counter. He held a flower in his hand. It was a tulip I think.

Damn Americans.

If you love someone, aren't you supposed to bring a rose? They'll never learn.

'May I help you, sir?' I heard a sweet voice in my ear and turned to the lady behind the counter.

'Why, of course ma'm. I'd like an amerciana with a kiss, cheri.'

The lady smiled at me goofily and went on to order the pizza. Man, she totally falls for me.

I looked at the corner where I saw Alfred. He was there. Sitting still.

'The pizza will be ready in about 20 minutes, sir.' said the lady.

I payed, blown her a kiss went on to Alfred's table.

I sat down directly in front of him on the oposite side of it. He seemed surprised.

'You'd better be waiting for Arthur' I hissed. I just can;t find my gentliness towards that guy.

'No offense but... That's none of your business, France...' I got a pleasant answer.

'What about the flower?' I tried again

'Course it's for him, dam't. Get out of here or he'll think crazy stuff when he comes!'

'Oh, he's not coming. I made him enough tired. He rests now, I think.' I smiled

'Why, you...!' he just stood up. I had this feeling as if he were to hit me

I didn't bother. Just gave him that look of mine.

'Jokin' Alf. Relax'

His expression still was tense. But he sat back down.

'Then shouldn't you be going? I dont want him to think weird stuff!'

'You don't give a tulip to your special someone'

'Excuse me?' he asked pretty sure that I were to leave as he pleases

'You know that was supposed to be a rose. A red one. Like wine, like blood.' I continued ignoring his glare

'And what can YOU possibly know about it, France? Please, just give it a break and go have some fun...' he didn't seem in the mood for joking. Still I didn't feel like giving up.

'Well, I know all about it. Well do you know about it?'

'Of course I...'

'Just go get a rose, dude.' I checked if my maniqure was still at his place. Gladly I have to say it was a masterpiece this time.

'Why would I listen to you?'

'I'm older.'

'Well, I'm the one who actually succeeded, no?'

'Succeeded in what?'

'In Arthur... I mean... Not like...'

'Oh, now I'm going to punch you!' I really felt like adrenaline burst into my blood and went directly to my right fist.

Alfred blushed though. That stopped me. He looked up at me.

'So what? You're not hitting?'

'You want me to?'

'I guess I deserved that one.'

'Then there ain'n no hit for you today. I didn't want to destroy my maniqure anyway'

'What's the deal, France?' asked Alfred all of a sudden, raising his voice a little too much

'I'm just waiting for my pizza. Thought you might like to make Arthur happy.'

'Course I wanna. So...'

'Then get him a rose.' I answered through clenched teeth 'I'd give him one, but I've got an appointment with Spain already'

AMERICANA.

That was my pizza ready. I didn't suppose this short chat would take 20 minutes. I just stood up, saluted to Alfred and went to get the food. Then I went out and on to the hotel in which we were all staying for the time of the conference. I jumped two steps by two steps making my way to Spain as fast as I could.

When I reached my destination I knocked at the door. I didn;t wait one whole whistle of the french national anthem as the door opened.

There he was, Antonio all smiling.

'Francis!' that was a shout one of a kind for me

'We're having a date today, aren't we?'

He laughed.

'Well, I guess we are! I didn't expect you there! Got a mess! But come in, come in!' he let me in with his smile even wider. And his words so cute. Oh, man, I fall for him.

'The mess will be even bigger, when I'll leave, mon cheri'

That laugh again. 'Oh it sure will be! You brought food! How neat! I'll get some plates and some movie!'

He's the only guy to be really glad to have me by his side. I guess I have to let Arthur go. No one shows me that much affection as Antonio does. If I only couold wake up next to his smiling face each morning I would be a damn happy man. The happiest man in the world.

We went on to the room. We had some chit-chat. We ate the pizza and left it halfway. Then we just got on to buisness. Off with the trousers and shirts. Some pants, some warm breaths, sweat, shouts. Gasps. All the best I could ever feel.

We were done in no time at all. We layed on the bed, both totally exhausted. I looked as this beauty falls asleep cuddled next to me. Afterwards I kissed im gently on the lips, not to wake him up and got up myself. I went on to the balcony, putting some shirt laying on the floor. I got a smoke out of my pants along with a lighter.

At the balcony I fired it and inhaled with the sweet scent of the cigarette. I looked downwards at the street. There it was, the restaurant America had his date with Arthur.

I saw two silhouettes walking out of it. Those were the guys. Arthur Kirkland and Alfred F. Jones. They looked happy. I inhaled again.

America glaned upwards and noticed me. He smiled.

Arthur held a red, red rose in his hand and seemed so happy. They both did.

I smiled back.

Let's just call it a day. Another day of my life.