HALLO! Disclaimer first: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia. I wish I did, it owns my soul anyway... but I don't. This is purely fan made, not meant to insult anone or anything... Just try and enjoy ^^
Explanation? I like USxUK more than FrancexUK but because of their history, France and England will have something between them, amaright? So this is just a random drabbly-oneshot thing I thought up! yes, it is shounen ai so if you dont like it... why are you reading it?!
"Damn him..! Alfred…" England swallowed the last of his drink, slamming the glass back down on the bar. His green eyes overflowing with tears that just wouldn't seem to stop! About 5 glasses of Rum later, Arthur tried to reach for his wallet. No point drowning my sorrows here… He finally felt the worn leather protruding out of his back pocket, grasping it with two fingers and tugging it out. "All his fault I'm in this mess! Why couldn't he just..!" Chocking back another sob, he laid £50 on the bar to cover the cost of his drinks and stood up, albeit a little shakily.
Independence. He hated that word at the moment! Why did that idiot America have to celebrate the worst day in England's life? Independence day just rubbed the defeat in his face every single year. Why would he want independence anyway?! It just meant he'd have more work and responsibility! I could have taken care of all that! He always complained about doing chores… As a kid… The memories flooded back to him, increasing his bad mood.
"And what, mon cheri, is troubling you?" And that person definitely would not help!
"Get lost, Francis. I'm really not in the mood!" England pushed past the French man, ignoring the blessed heat he gave off in the rain.
"Ah, it's the petit American, isn't it? Isn't he… celebrating his independence?" France rested a warm hand on his shoulder. Arthur tried not to lean into the touch, determined to make his way home un-molested.
"N-no! 'Course not. He can do what the bloody hell he likes!" He sighed deeply, looking down to the wet floor. "Even if it breaks my…" Another tear fell down his cheek. "He was too young! He didn't know what he was doing!" Francis wrapped his arms around the smaller nation, threading his fingers through the dirty blonde hair.
"Shh, c'est bien, Angleterre! He has managed on his own up to now. And so have you!" France placed a feather light kiss on the other's head.
"B-but I don't want him to! He was mine! I lo-" England stopped mid sentence. His whole body went rigid. "I loved him…" It was almost a whisper, but loud enough for France to hear.
"Vous l'avez aimé ?" He held onto Arthur a little tighter, the words almost forced out of his mouth. England nodded, his fists tightening in France's dress shirt. The taller nation couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The little brat had England in the palm of his hand! He had Arthur's love and he threw it away! As a man of l'amour, France did not think that was right in the slightest!
England stepped back slightly, looking up into Francis' blue eyes. France looked… upset, almost.
"Fr-Francis?" The tall blonde didn't reply. Instead, he pressed his lips gently against England's. It was only momentary, but it left a deep red blush on Arthur's cheeks. "What the bloody hell was that for?" He said in a small voice, not moving away. France chuckled to himself. Arthur could be so..! What was the English word? Dense.
"It was nothing… Go find your amour américain; it is obvious you need him now." France smiled down at him, the slightest hint of sadness in his voice. Arthur nodded.
"Thank you, Francis. I… I will." He smiled back, eyes lighting up. The taller nation gave a curt nod, kissing England's cheek before disappearing into the night as quickly as he had appeared.
A month later, the phone rang in Arthur's house. He picked it up after a few rings, half expecting who would be calling.
"Arthur, it is moi. How is everything?" Francis' voice was slow and deep, as usual.
"Ah, France… Err, everything is fine! Thank you for asking. May I… help with something?" He inquired.
"Non, I was merely asking you. I assume you're feeling better?"
"Y-Yes, I am. Francis, about that ki-"
"It is nothing, please, forget it ever happened, mon cheri! I must go, Angleterre, Matthew is waiting for dinner! Bon nuit!" Arthur frowned to himself as the line went dead. He was thankful for France's warm shoulder that night, but something seemed off with the usually lewd Frenchman. Whatever it is, he'll have sorted it when the next World Meeting begins…
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