Hello again here with another story~ produced by the kirklands and my dear friend Vanti 3 Warning this story will involve character death, sadness and ANTI FRUK. Being the biggest FRUK fan I do feel having an occasional ANTI FRUK or break from it makes it more effective as a couple XD cause this story just makes me love them more together but that is just my opinion, Hope you enjoy it and already have a few chapters written. Thank you
It was a rather chilly morning despite being in May, much to many nations distaste. On this particular morning, the personifications of many countries found themselves in the city of Paris, where the world meeting was going to be held. France was quite pleased that the meeting would be held at his place. The last time it was held in the stinky English nation "Angleterre", where they had to suffer eating England's food, which didn't end so well among many nations.
But that didn't matter at the moment. France was too happy to be holding the meeting. He wasn't exactly fond of the meeting, since they always ended up in fights, but he was happy to be able to show other nations the beautiful city of Paris.
A sniffling England marched in dressed in multiple jackets and complaining about the treatment he had received by the people of Paris when attempting French with the American smirking and sipping his hot coffee " I swear they would get mad even if I had perfect French " looks to the Frenchman and sighs taking a seat " I'm flying out here the second I get out.
"Oh Angleterre your words wound me." France mocked as he sat a couple of seats away from the irritated English nation "Why must you be in such a foul mood all the time~"
Sniffling once again he looked away from Francis even more irritated from the question.
" Dude its because he thinks this place has cursed him " Laughing the American revealed what Arthur told him in complete reliance that he wouldn't tell
" WELL IT DOES! I get sick every time I come here or at least something bad happens...its because of that bloody witch..." referring to something the poor American didn't understand so had no idea of what was to occur
You could see the Frenchman's smile fade a little when England refer to a certain someone as a "witch". "Angleterre.. Let's not speak of this now. We can fight over this an other time." France said, with venom lingering from his usually happy tone. France told himself that he wouldn't let that English rat dimmer his mood, today was going to be a good day.
England only glared at the Frenchman with his venom coloured eyes, they had a sharpness about them on this day almost as though they were looking through the rival blond " there is nothing to argue about, I won and that was that and I will always win" the last part was said with more force than needed and he looked at his pocket watch for the time to only display a pocket watch Francis recognized as not being the Englishman's .
France clenched his fists together and grit his teeth. Anger was brewing inside of the Frenchman. It wasn't fair for him. The Englishman never brought the subject up until now, because he knew how much it hurt Francis. But now England had seemed to change his mind and bring it up at the worst possible time. Before he could do anything to give England a piece of his mind, he heard a nation clear their throat signalling impatience.
The French nation's gaze turned towards Germany, who was signaling him to start the meeting. France eyes studied the room around him, noting that most nations had already arrived and had taken their seats. France took a deep breath and put on a smile "Bonjour tout le monde! Welcome to Paris" he stood up and spoke firmly to get everyone's attention "I am so happy to have you all here today! The meeting will start off with Germany who will be talking about the world's economy." Germany stood up and started his presentation, and France sat down down in his seat.
The American being present from the start to see Arthur and Francis' quarrel continues to eat his fried snack but look between the two noticing that familiar burning rage between them " Dude are you okay? " shouting across the table completely interfering with Germany's presentation " your steaming up like a tea kettle" the Alfred chuckled only causing the situation to worsen
" Its nothing important Alfred...just childish quarrels and someone having a grudge against me" looking to the French nation with a peaceful face.
"I would barley call it childish..." The Frenchman mumbled, looking away so he wouldn't meet England's gaze. Anger was boiling inside of him. He wanted to drop the subject so badly, yet the curious looks from the other nations had told him other wise.
"Germany. What are they talking about?" Italy asked the Germanic nation. Germany told Italy that he didn't know.
England stood up and began packing up his paperwork " well it seems in order for the meeting to continue one of us needs to leave to ease the tension, I suggest I should considering France is hosting" as he turned to put his jacket on he smirked at the Frenchman at an angle no other could see the action and rummages through his pockets " ah yes I forgot " laying a hand on the meeting table he places a single gold wedding band and took his leave with hands in pockets
Alfred was the first to lean over and look at the small yet precious item " what's that Frenchy pants? " he blurted out without a second thought
France started at the small item before slowly and carefully picking it up. Such a small item had started to bring him to tears. He hadn't noticed that his whole body started to tremble.
Its almost as though the presence of Joan had entered the meeting room as she hugged him from behind with a quiet giggle making it obvious to her joy and overwhelming smile she was wearing, a soft hand to reach down and wipe his tears as her presence kept his body still and calm.
The whole meeting fell silent. Not one nation dared to say a word, then again there was nothing to say. It's either that nations had no idea what was going on, or that they knew exactly what happened and didn't want to be disrespectful.
" Yo dudes maybe we should take a break, yo bro! " shouting to the now visible Canadian " can you get Francy pants a drink of water or something he looks as pale as a ghost I swear" standing up and taking concern he took a space next to Francis and patted him on the shoulder " need help getting up man?"
China was the first to ask " do we get England back in here? or do we just leave him? " slightly happy Arthur left considering how many orders he had pushes on the small Japanese nation.
You could hear Prussia scoff "Leave him be. We'll get him back soon! Right Franny?" the deceased nation asked his friend, only making the situation worse. France's sadness was replaced with anger. He abruptly stood up and and stormed out of the meeting hall. The thirst for revenge lingering within him. He wanted to get England back, and bad.
England was already heading towards the airport but decided to walk taking a nice distraction after how he blew up. He didn't mean to annoy Francis to that extent but nothing he does is ever planned, looking down to the pocket watch that was owned to joan of arc he smiles slightly imagining what it would be like to have owned this personally along with the love from the person who gave her this. Holding it close to his chest for a second he then felt embarrassment from doing this in public. " I must be going crazy..."
Hope you enjoyed this little story and yes I am aware of how short it is and its just a little series with short chapters nice and easy to the eyes =w= im hoping at least, anyway please tell me if you enjoyed this story and if there is anything you would like me to create and if you have already suggested don't worry they are in the making had a long list to get through before requests but they will definitely be done~ anyway thank you for reading.
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