AN: I don't really know how this came to be, but it was really fun to write. So enjoy luvs
Arthur Kirkland sat in his home in York, England reading a book when he heard thunder off in the distance. 'It's going to rain.' He thought with looking out the dusty window.
Sighing, he turned back to his reading. "Still reading that old book I see mon petit lapin." Came a voice from behind.
"What are you doing her frog." The brit spat. "You wound me Angleterre , I stop by for a friendly me so coldly." he whined dramatically. " Francis how the bloody hell did you get in my house?!" Every word was said with frustration.
"I was brought here by you." "What the hell are you talking about I never-" Arthur was cut off by the man chuckling softly. " I am a figment of your own lonely mind. You want someone to interact with and so here I am." Arthur could hear the beings foot steps walk towards him and halted right behind where he sat.
"You know I may not be the real France but I will treat you better than he ever did." His voice was as smooth as silk and every word was purred.
Arthur tried his best not to show any signs of giving in to this creature and cleared his throat before he spoke again. "If you're not he real France, then who or what are you?"
"Honon my sweet lapin, I am whatever your lonely little heart desires, every dream, every fantasy. All you have to do is say and I'll be able to do it." The voice was so calming and warm that Arthur could feel his eyes slipping close.
"That's it Angleterre just let go and give into me." Arthur could feel the presents in front of him and then felt a warm pressure on his lips.
The kiss was sweet and gentle and Arthur could feel himself melting in to it. It just felt so right, he could feel everything slipping away . Every negative thought, every bad dream, all the stress and anxiety was gone.
Then nothing, nothing but darkness. Sweet sweet darkness.
~FIN~