The House Of Compliments

by sctwilightvampwolfgal

Sometimes, a nation needed a place to escape the pressures allotted them and a place to slowly start to feel worth something again, a place for other nations to step up and be the friends that they truly need. *Collection of oneshots revolving around different nations entering the house.*

It wasn't romantic to step into these walls, just a relief from life's pressures.

Blue eyes twinkled with unshed tears much like fallen stars trapped in his eyes.

France felt the prickling of his skin under the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the weariness that clung to him like a drug.

"Hey, Francis!" Antonio, Spain, sent a happy smile his way, "Do you realize how awesome you keep your country? It's so relaxing as I can't seem to balance mine right."

"Yours is a mix of multiple beautiful cultures, Spain. That can't really be tamed, just appreciated for what it's worth." France sent a weary smile his way; everyone here knew the push and pulls of fate, knew just how a mixed culture can both rise up and make a country strong and tear it in two or many chunks of new, broken pieces.

France's eyes shed sympathy instead of tears like a sweet relief.

"You're a good friend, Francis." Antonio meant it and was definitely smiling now.

"Thank goodness," Francis murmured as relief, hope, and joy mingled in his chest.

It truly made a world of difference to help out a friend and truly feel that same love outpoured just for him.