'sup, peoples. this is some angsty fic i came up with during the summer. also, rated T for swearing, gore, and other stuff. Rated M later on. lotsa angst too. also, the lyrics at the beginning are fom the higurashi rei op. go listen 2 it. now.
Can i tell you a secret?
Don't tell anyone, ok?
Let's make a pinky promise,
Tell anyone
And it's a thousand needles.
History. A lesson worth learning.
As for the sages watching over
the countries they represented,
were born with, lived with...
history was a bunch of secrets
not meant to be told. They
all of them had a dark, unreal
secret they all shared with only
eachother. They were immortal,
born with their countries
and will die when their kingdom
falls. They were all willing
to go. All of them.
However, no matter how dark
most of their secrets were,
one of them held a secret
so dark that he could not tell
anyone.
Nobody.
Never.
ever.
He would sit at his usual spot during
the meetings, hold that flirty smile
and try not to scream. Everyone
knew he was not what he used to be.
But they were too nervous to talk.
Too worried about him. He knew what
they wanted, but he insisted on
not telling for their own good.
So whenever he was sleeping,
he would have nightmares about
his visions. He didn't tell them
for their own good. Whenever
the Frenchman was at a meeting,
the other sages would watch closely.
He felt their eyes on him, sending
chills down his spine.
Nobody.
Never.
Ever.
"Francis, are you ok?" he jolted.
"My, you startled me..." Alfred
looked at him, as if reading his
eyes. "Francis, are you feeling ok?"
Nobody.
Never.
EVER.
"Oui, I am fine."
Alfred stared at him as if reading his eyes, then nodded.
"Ok."
The meeting was over and everyone was leaving.
"Francis, something is bloody wrong.."
"Non, Angleterre, I am ok, really."
He managed a smile.
Arthur looked at him. "Ok..."
Nobody.
Never.
Ever.
He appeared to be flirting, with
that smirk and a wink.
But on the inside...
He was screaming.
TADA! so, that's the end of pg1. i can has R&R plz? *puppy face*