Alphabet Soup meme- France x Fem!England
Hi everyone! This is going to be my first fanfiction and I've decided to do the Alphabet soup meme! If you don't know what that is it's basically where you write a one-shot for each letter of the alphabet with a different topic/theme corresponding with each different letter! I hope you like it! ^-^
A is for assailant
A grey blanket loomed across London city, encasing everyone below in a dark hold that made the very atmosphere seem dreary. A shower of rain began to pour down, droplets slamming onto people's umbrella's and unfortunately for some, their heads. "Just my luck, it had to start raining didn't it. Bloody hell, I'm going to get drenched at this rate!" Muttered Alice to no-one in particular.
Alice Kirkland was a beautiful woman who appeared to be of the age of about 24, she had long, golden hair that was parted into neat twin tails; piercing emerald eyes that twinkled whenever she smiled and a small, dainty frame.
She was however not as she seemed at first glance, she was the personification of England. It just so happened that on her travel back to her house, she had been caught in a storm.
The slight clicking of her heels echoed down the solemn streets. She was alone. Her heart rate began to pick up and she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eye move. "Paranoid, stop being paranoid just get your arse back home!" Alice shook her head.
A rough hand grasped her waist and the other, wrapped itself around Alice's mouth, pulling her into an alley. She tried to fight her way out of the assailants grasp but to no avail, he was too strong for her. He threw her against one of the walls, a knife placed to her throat and his hand keeping her in place."Let go of me you wanker! Help- someone help!" She screamed.
"Quiet down! Why would I let you go, you're England are you not?." He grinned in reply,pushing the knife further into her neck and shoving her further into the began to trickle from the slit in her throat,tears sprung up in her eyes and she inhaled deeply to calm her nerves. "How did you know?"
"I have my sources, but tell me miss Kirkland, when you kill a nation do they truly die?"
"What the bloody hell do you mean?"
"I mean, if I kill you right now, there will be no more representative of England will there- I can take it for my own!"
She squirmed in his hold, thought's of her brother, Arthur racing through her head and fear pulsed through her veins. "That's not true. Yes I will die, but England won't and there is no way you can take it!"
Anger struck across his face, a twisted look of pure hatred was aimed at her for being his country. "Give it to me then!"
"Make me." She spat in his eye, using all her force to kick him back, she took her chance and ran but was pulled back into place not a moment after.
"You dirty skank, I'll kill you right now for that!" His brown eyes were filled with rage and he swung the knife back.
The weapon clattered to the floor and the criminal joined it, hitting his head with a vile crack. Alice's hand was grasped and was lead out from that murky alleyway. Once they reached the light of the lamps lining the street,
she turned to face her savior from the crazed assailant. Tall and attractive, with silken champagne locks framing his face, it was none other than France himself. "F-Francis?"
"Shh, say nothing ma chère." He held her close in his arms, the familiar scent of love that hung off him embraced Alice and she felt warm in the cold night. She loved him, the very man that she used to bully, the one her brothers still do. Alice and Francis always had a mini rivalry between them, but as they grew older those flashes of taunting ignited into something more and, even though it took a while and at first she didn't want to admit it, she grew feelings for him and every day they grow stronger and stronger.
Francis Bonnefoy is the man that she loves.