I'm here with another Hetalia fanfiction! While I made one with SpaMano this one will be a FrUk fanfiction and, of course, cute little Canada and America will be in here too! I'm sorry if I use a country name instead of the Human names I' using now, it just makes my head spin thinking and trying to put the right name down, you know? But this is gonna be FrUk, for those that ship it, though I will say I personally love and adore UsUk and FraNada but this shall be my attempt at FrUk! Now, in this one because I got somelittle inspiration I got from watching Markiplier play a game, can't remember the title right now sadly, but there will be depression, thoughts of suicide, self harm and bullying on through this story so if any of these and I mean ANY are triggering to some then don't read this! But those of you who will I hope you like this first chapter!

Francis laid out on his bed as his lashes lowered, the pillow supporting his chin up in such a way the back of his neck ached but his shoulder length hair tickled his cheek softly. He stared straight ahead at the blank coloring of his wall as his mother puttered around downstairs, loud enough to let him know she was home and would thus ruin any plans he might have had but then again that was good. To her at least.

"Francis! Come on downstairs! I need you to 'elp me set ze table!" His mother called up to him, her soft accent wrapping around him and sounding in his ears in such a comforting way that he felt his lashes fluttering gently shut as he listened to the echo of her voice before pushing himself up onto his hands looking to his bedroom door. "Francis!"

"I'm coming!" He shouted back sliding off his bed, his arm throbbing lightly with his hip and back as he straightened up blowing out a breath.

He was seventeen, old enough to be handling things on his own but the makeup he wore on his cheek made his skin itch crazily knowing his mother's make up didn't match his tone or texture of his skin well but it kept her from worrying and that's all he wanted to stop from happening. The last thing he wanted was his mother to be worrying over him still. He looked around his room, where the boxes from months ago during the move were still unopened leaving his room bare and he inhaled then blew the breath out padding across his bare floor, the soles of his feet brushing against the floor with gently swishing noises as he walked out of his room, thankful for listening to his mother for once and not closing the door. He walked down the short, maybe too short, hallway to the stairs in ten quick steps only to bounce down the stairs when his hand reaching out grabbing the railing and loving the soft whisper of wood against his palm.

He took the five steps of the downstairs hall, which lead to three doors; the front door, which was behind him, the door leading to the living room-stupid as it was- and the swinging door of the kitchen where the kitchen table was and where his mother would be cooking, the kitchen being the second biggest thing in the house it felt. He listened to the swish of his jeans as he walked forward, stretched out his hand pressing his palm to the door first and entered when his mother turned smiling happily. His mother was a very beautiful woman, you'd have to be blind not to to see that; her hair was the color of butter, soft and shimmering unlike the disgusting dyed version though her hair was starting to gray lightly; she had shimmering blue eyes that seemed to hold good humor, pale skin that bore a few wrinkles near her eyes, mouth and forehead though they were barely noticeable and a thin lips always painted a soft pink or shocking crimson.

"Francis, you are looking very well, sweet'eart." His mother greeted walking around the table while wiping her hands off on her apron and swished in to in front of him, lifted her hands cupping his face and kissed his cheek softly.

"What time are they coming?" Francis asked softly looking at his mother who stroked her fingers against his cheek in a soothing way which made him close his eyes, leaning to the touch which had always comforted him, even from a small age.

"They will be here soon, besides you love your little Italian boy. I'm happy you and Feliciano along with Lovino are getting along so stupendously." His mother was smiling happily at him and he smiled softly as she stroked his cheek; he got his looks from his mother, that much was true, yet his was more brighter than his mother butter blonde hair and his eyes were more of a sky blue than her normal blues. But in all Francis was just as beautiful as his mother despite being a man.

"Thank you, Mother." Francis murmured when his mother looked at him, a light of concern beginning to grow in those blue irises as a thick lock of hair fell across the bridge of her nose and he grabbed the silken lock twisting it back behind her ear in a loving gesture.

"'ow are you feeling,darling? I know you are taking zis break up 'ard with Jeanne but if you ever need to talk-"

"I know, Mother. I can always talk to you about 'ow I am feeling."

"And ze move? 'ow are you 'andling that? I 'ate to drag all ze way from France but you understand I wouldn't 'ave done that unless I thought it was for ze best, non?"

"I know I know, Mother. It is alright, do not waste you're thinking or time on me zo much! You are a beautiful woman and deserve to go out and 'ave fun. I 'andle Lovino and Feliciano well, they are like little brother's I never got."

"I'm glad you think of them that way, it's warming. At least I know I don't 'ave to worry about you boys." His mother jokingly said as she whapped his arm gently and he smiled at her soft. "I love you, Francis. Zo much."

"I love you too, Mother." Francis replied making his mother smile bright, two dimples popping out making him smile gently for his mother's smile was just too infectious.

"You're a very sweet boy, Francis. One day you will find someone who will make you 'appy ze way your father 'ad made me 'appy." His mother softly said when she pushed away from Francis flicking him with the towel in her left hand, which came from the pocket in her apron, her eyes now dancing happily. "Now set ze table and wash up!"

"Alright, alright, you tyrant." He replied with an eye roll when his mother puffed her cheeks in a fake offended way as she widened her eyes making him want to burst out laughing.

"What did you call me, boy?" She tried to sound menacing as she stirred some spaghetti she was making in honor of her current boyfriend for dinner along with his sons, Feliciano and Lovino though their youngest brother, Sebastian, was out at a friends and didn't want to come tonight so he wouldn't be making an appearance.

"Tyrant." Francis said slowly, deliberately as he narrowed his eyes on his mother's and she got a dangerous look but whipped the towel hard at him .

She squealed when he ran around the table to the sink, his stomach pressing hard to the edge of the counter turning the water on, cupping some cold water in his hand and whipped it at his mother getting a streak down her white apron and she squealed again. She whipped him again but he tossed water at her again nailing her once more and she whipped again hitting his shoulder blade but he grabbed a spare cup, filling it up a little bit, tossing it and his mother screamed with laughter when he grabbed the towel when she flicked it and pulled her into a hug that she returned as they both laughed happily, unaware of the time until the doorbell rang. His mother gasped but he tucked that strand of hair back behind her ear again as her hands fluttered softly around like she was a confused yellow bird.

"I'll go clean up and come down to talk with them."

His mother let out a heavy breath and she kissed his cheeks. "'urry up so you can entertain them while I cook dinner, since YOU have distracted me." She shoved him towards the swinging door smiling adoringly at the seventeen year old who puffed his cheeks out jokingly.

"Tyrant!"He exclaimed before dashing out of the room as his mother threw the towel and he dashed upstairs silently while the doorbell rang and he moved fast to the door. He'd just shut it, turned the water on and was pumping soap into his palm when the loud chattering of Feliciano got to his ears.

"Big Brother Francis!" Feliciano chirped out from downstairs loudly while Lovino cursed at him, telling him not to be so fucking loud, making Francis smile as he washed his hands then, once the soap was gone, slapped some water onto his face sadly making the makeup wash off with his hard rubbing. He grabbed the towel from the wrack blindly rubbing his hands dry then his face before opening his eyes blinking at the mirror cringing at his reflection.

He'd used concealer on two areas on his face; his cheek and under his eyes. With the make up gone the bruise on his cheek stood out like a dark neon spot against his face with a purple undertone of the dark blue, while the bags under his eyes weren't bright blue but a dark, ugly indigo that acted like dark creamy half moons that made his eyes glow a brighter blue that made him cringe. God, when was the last time he got a good nights sleep? He opened the medicine cabinet pulling out the concealer squishing some of the liquid concealer onto his fingers rubbing them up under his eyes then along his cheek quickly but efficiently but it made his skin itch slightly at the feel but his face looked normal again making him sigh out.

He opened the bathroom door walking out, leaving the towel on the sink, but just as he turned to the stairs his phone chimed in his pocket and he pulled it out, looking at the screen before his gaze went flat and he shoved the device back in his pocket as he stepped onto the small landing of the stairs then thumped down them, alerting all of his presence when out of nowhere it seemed he was smothered in a hug by a small, sweet Italian boy who smelled strongly of fruit and even pasta sauce, it seemed and he smiled.

"Feli, 'ow 'ave you been?" Francis asked as he looked at Feliciano who's wide amber eyes shined happily at the blonde when he smiled at Lovino who scowled, his hazel eyes shimmering with a warning and Francis pulled from Feliciano's hug and walked forward holding his hand out to Lovino. "It's also nice to see you too, Lovino. It's nice to see you again."

"You too." Lovino begrudgingly said as he looked at Francis from under his lashes irritatedly and Francis smiled soft bringing just a faint indentation of a dimple on the left side of his mouth but not a full blown dimple.

"Too bad Sebastian didn't come here with you both, it'd be nice to see him." Francis said as he let go of Lovino's hand smiling soft at the two Italian brother's. One would think Feliciano and Lovino were twins, seeing as they had identical curls despite them facing different ways, had strong similar features and similar mannerisms and even smelt the same while doing things together all the time but Lovino was older than Feliciano, he was seventeen like himself while Feliciano sixteen even if that wasn't much older than the younger Vargas, but still made Lovino older and in half of Francis' class.

"Shame." Lovino said a bit viciously making Feliciano scowl at him when he looked at Francis with a new smile on his lips already as he bounced on his toes making his curl bob cutely.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Big Brother Francis! Guess what!" Francis smiled fully, unable to help himself. Though they were not related by blood,because his mother was dating their father and close to getting married, Feliciano referred to the French man as Big Brother Francis and Francis didn't mind that one bit. "I'm dating Ludwig!"

"Ludwig Beilshmidt?" Francis asked scratching the back of his head softly while squinting one eye at him while the Italian nodded happily. "He's Gilbert's younger brother right?"

"Si!" Feliciano chirped nodding happily as he bounced continuously as his hands bounced in a little rhythm by his sides as he bobbed. "Me and Luddy started dating five days ago! I just want to scream it now a days haha! But Lovi won't let me~" He pouted at his elder brother who just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I see. Well if you want some love advice you can-"

"Francis?"

"Oui?"

"Can you come here and 'elp me with some things?" Francis smiled softer as he padded to the kitchen door pushing it open hesitantly to see his mother pulling plates from the cabinet." Can you get those down for me? It's a bit 'ard to reach."

"I got it." Francis replied smiling as he nodded walking over to his mother, looking at the cabinet when he reached up around his mother grabbing five plates as he placed it on the counter as his mother gave him a beaming smile.

"Merci~"

"Pas de problème~" He jokingly said back smiling happily as he looked at his mother who smirked at him when her boyfriend walked in smiling at Francis before holding his hand out.

"Hey there, Francis! Long time no see, huh?" He greeted as he smiled, his brown eyes shining as a lock of his brown hair fell against his cheek as Francis clasped his hand shaking it and smiled. Julius Vargas was a good man, someone he could trust his mother to be with but still he didn't at the same time silly as it was. He was seventeen! He ought to be used to his mother dating besides he's by far the best one she's been with dating history wise.

"Long time. How've you been, Julius?" He asked as he let go of the elder Vargas man's hand pushing it into his pocket only to feel the smooth surface of his phone and yanked his hand back out like there was a fire in his pocket that burned him.

"Good, good. I've got the ring tonight!" Julius exclaimed quietly making Francis smile when the Vargas male looekd at him tightly, squinting his eyes just a bit as his brows pulled together tight. "Are you alright, Francis? You seem tired."

"Francis? Are you alright, darling?" His mother asked turning her concerned gaze to him, pausing in dishing out pasta and he felt his stomach clench feeling no desire in eat and honestly felt nauseas at that moment.

"O-Oui, Mother. I was going to ask but may I be excused from dinner tonight? I fear I 'ave to work early tomorrow at ze cafe and must get to bed earlier. Is that alright, Mother?" Francis asked this aware of the desperate note climbing in his normally smooth voice and their eyes locked onto one another, his mothers and his own blues clashing when she rubbed her hands together, after dropping the serving of pasta she'd had on the utensil she was using.

"Oui, it's fine darling. Just call down if you are not feelig well and I'll be up to see-"

"No!" He yelped then cleared his throat, aware of Lovino and Feliciano joining the kitchen and he rubbed his fingers against his lips briefly. "No, Mother. I shall be fine, you spend the night down 'ere and 'ave a good time. Even if it is at 'ome."

Francis lightly tapped his mother's cheek smiling sweetly when he turned walking around the table, to the door where Lovino and Feliciano parted for him and he was dashing down the hall fast and bouncing up the stairs. He breathed in and out to diminish the nauseas knots in his stomach as he got to his room shutting the door aware of the trembling in his legs even if they didn't tremble physically. He sat on his bed then laid out, changing his mind, when he pulled his phone out of pocket finally and unlocked the screen looking at the first text from his friend, Gilbert Beilshmidt.

Gil: Dude! Get your ass up and text me back! Arshlock! It's been hours since we've talked and I need to talk to you presto. Now. Pronto. This instant . NOW.

Francis sighed but pulled up the albino's number pressing the phone to his ear listening to the dial tone as he allowed his lashes to futter shut while listening to that tone when Gilbert picked up.

"Ja?"

"Gil?"

There was silence making Francis curious when Gilbert just blew up. "Vhat the hell! Vhy are you just now calling me? Vhere the hell vere you? Even Toni's freaking the fuck out because you didn't tell us you veren't staying after school und vhen ve looked for you, especially for your fucking car, you veren't there! Vant to tell me vhat the fuck happened?"

"I went 'ome! Where do you think I went?" Francis asked in an incredulous tone as he blinked, his eyes wide with his surprise then felt irritation when Gilbert didn't speak for a moment. "What? You think I finally went off and killed myself? Just like that?"

"Listen. You are my friend und you've been under lord knows how much fucking shit they've put on you und ve're just vorried something vill make you snap like vith...vith Jeanne. Ve just vant you to be safe! Is that to much to fucking ask of you?" Gilbert scathingly replied making Francis twitch then close his eyes with shame as his free hand twisted his figners into the bed sheets holding them tightly as his heart thumped hard against his chest and his stomach coiled even tighter while feeling sloshy, like something wanted out.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just needed time alone but I can't talk about this right now, Gil. I'll talk to you in the morning, alright?" Francis heard Gilbert sucking in air to speak when Francis took a breath, calming himself, before speaking before the albino truly could. "Good night, Gil. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Francis-!"

"Night." With that Francis pressed the end call and dropped his phone on the bed before rolling onto his stomach feeling his lashes droop and he pressed his cheek tightly to the bed while holding the sheets tight in his hands as he took deep breathes.

To think his friends would just assume that he would...He shuddered hating putting his friends through that but he really HAD come home that afternoon he just...didn't tell them. He shivered lowly hating he made so many people concerned about him and he inhaled deeply, feeling his lungs expanding rather painfully but satisfyingly before letting the breath out untangling his fingers from the bedsheets and grabbed his phone sliding it on the bedside table clicking his little lamp off, pulled the bed sheets down; he then pulled his shirt up and off then unbuttoned his jeans shimming them down and he kicked them off then climbed into bed in just his boxers enjoying the feel of blankets sliding against his bare skin and let his lashes flutter shut. He'd deal with it all in the morning. He knew he would.