FrUk/USUK fanfiction
As we walked along the riverbank, I glanced at my love. He was perfect in every way, no matter what anyone said about him. Sure, he had a beastly temper, and knew magic strong enough to greviously harm or even kill someone, but he was perfect to me. There was only one problem- America. The nation Britain had cared for up until the Revolutionary War, yet they were somehow still on good terms with each other. It made my blood boil when America had the audacity to flirt with Britain when I was clearly standing there. I fear that soon, America will take my love away from me...
I awoke once more in cold sweats. That dream where America and my love were confessing their love for one another, while I stood miles away, screaming and crying. I glanced to the spot beside me to check if I had awoken Arthur. Luckily, I hadn't, so I dragged myself from underneath the bedclothes, planning to get a drink of water to calm myself down. My plans, however, were thrown away when I saw young Canada standing in the doorway. "Matthieu, could you be kind enough to scooch over so Papa can get a glass of water, s'il vous plaît?" I asked. The silent nation nodded and moved aside to allow me to proceed downstairs to the kitchen. Surprise, surprise, America was up, drinking his wretched Coca Cola. I scowled and walked over to the faucet and fixed myself a glass of water. As I gulped it down, I saw the American stare at me, smirking. He knew he was annoying me by doing this, so therefore he was doing this intentionally! I averted my eyes from his wretched face, wishing he'd just drop dead. My head cocked when I heard a familiar British accent from upstairs. As Arthur entered the room, America hugged him, making me feel sick to the bone, but to my horror, mon amour, my love, hugged him back, blushing as he did so. It looks as though I've lost him...
-6 years later-
I know now that I was a fool to think someone as beautiful as him would ever love me. I now watch with sadness when I see them together, remembering that Britain used to look at me in the same loving way he does America. Canada says I'll find someone soon to take my mind off of England, but I seriously doubt it. He made my life whole, and now it's in pieces. Being in the Bad Touch Trio is the only thing that makes my life worth living...