Ne vont pas

by Ceraviel

Short one-shot. The year was 1871. The only thing between the albino and his brother was the blond man standing in front of him. "Don't do it!" / You will find no ships in here, just friendship. The title means "Don't go" in French. ...I think. ...I also think that I might have overreacted with the rating.

A/N: The whole summer just disappeared and I didn't write a thing... Now I have been in school for two days and this fic just happens. Oops? I think I blame my history classes for this... Which I actually do. We were talking about this topic today and... Well. I couldn't resist. This is actually my first time writing Prussia OR France, so I hope they feel right to you guys. (In case some of my previous readers get lost in here I want to say thank you all for reading my stories! And especially those who reviewed! I kinda exploaded when I saw all the new reviews... THANK YOU!) So. Once again I want to say that I'm not a native English speaker - I'm a proud Finn, and I wish that if you spot any huge mistakes in here you will come and tell me. Okay, so here we go! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you can connect to Hetalia. I'm just having fun.

"France, just get out of my way already!" Prussia nearly yelled as he tried to get to the door.

"Non!" the other nation answered sternly. "I won't let you do that!"

It was the year 1871. Prussia and Germany had informed, that they would make their homes one great nation. With Prussia's lead, they were nearly there. The only obstacle on on their way was the the blond man who was trying his best not to let the albino pass.

"And why not?" This time Prussia was really yelling. "Why can't I join my bruder?"

"Nothing good will happen if you do that! Don't do it!"

The red eyes locked with the blue ones. France was able to see the disbelieve and hurt in there.

"I thought I could trust you with this, Franny! Aren't you my friend?"

The tone of Prussia's voice really surprised France and his words got him off-guard. The albino used the chance to get pass the blond and to the door. Then, Prussia stopped and turned to look back to the other nation.

"You are worrying about the awesome me for no reason. You know that, right?"

And with a sad smile, he was gone.

It took a moment to France to recover from this. But when he did, he ran to the door and looked down the hallway.

"WAIT!" he yelled, but all he heard was the slamming front door. All the words he had planned to say were spinning around in his mind.

Don't go.

I have a bad feeling about this.

Please.

I'm your friend, right? You can trust me!

I'm afraid Prussia!

Please don't go! Don't do this!

I'm afraid you will disappear...