I Hate You, Francis (Fruk)

by striderkind

Just a little entry in England's top secret journal Fruk 33 There'll be more chapters once I can get around to it

I hate him.

I hate everything about him.

His wavy blonde hair that reaches his shoulders that gets lighter in the summer and darker in the winter, the same hair that he ties in a ponytail because it annoys him but he refuses to cut because it "gets the ladies."

I hate his perfect blue eyes that I have envied since the very first day we met, the same eyes that show so much love when he's looking at Canada, the same eyes that have cried once in front of me.

I hate his face, his stupid, stupid face, how it's perfect enough to get anyone he wants anytime he wants, how he always talks to Canada with that flirtatious smirk playing on his lips, how he has never used that look on me.

I hate his flawless dress sense; how he bears his stupid robes wherever we go together, even in the midst of a battle, I hate how he always let's the clothing fall off his shoulder when he's with the ladies.

I hate his amazing build, how he spent so long in training to look like he does, and how I know that I'll never be able to achieve that no matter how hard I try.

I hate the man I'm in love with.