Chapter 1
A Not So Peaceful Evening
England POV
Soft sunlight streamed down from the sky, bathing me in an orangish hue. However, though it provided me some warmth, the light fall breeze was enough to make me shiver and button my jacket just a little higher.
"I should've worn something warmer..." I muttered, speaking to no one in particular as I was alone except for the characters whose story I was currently indulged in. Another small gust of wind fluttered the pages of the book I held in my hands, causing me to curse as I lost my place.
"Damn it..." Sighing, I placed the book down onto the bench I had found myself sitting on, deciding to instead enjoy the evening. The leaves were turning, their green hues changing into bright oranges, reds and yellows of all shades, now beginning to litter themselves along the ground like delicate decorations, giving color to the dying grass. My emerald green eyes strayed away from the trees to note the sky, melting into a breathtaking orange-pink, clouds resembling cotton candy as they drifted slowly through the air.
"Beautiful isn't it?" An all too familiar voice much too close for my liking interrupted my thoughts, causing me to nearly fall off the bench I had comfortably situated myself on.
"F-Francis!" I was about to turn around to glare heatedly at the older nation, but before given the opportunity, he'd already wrapped his arms around me.
"But, not nearly as beautiful as you Angleterre~" He purred in my ear, causing my face to heat up immensely. Trying to shake off my fluster, I composed myself as best I could and responded.
"W-what are you doing here..? You didn't follow me, did you?" I asked, pulling away from his embrace.
"Non... I was enjoying the evening, just as you are." He replied, his brilliant azure eyes searching my face, a light smile playing at his lips. Obviously, I didn't believe him in the least, and he very well knew it.
"Mhm... And that's why you had to come over here and ruin it for me. I should've known I couldn't find a moment of peace without you harassing me in one way or another." At that, he looked rather hurt, as if I'd just punched him in the gut and laughed at his pain. For a brief moment, I felt as if I should apologize, but I shook it off and remained strong. If I wanted to get this Frenchman off my back, then I couldn't just soften up at his pouting.
"Oh, I see... So, I'm just a nuisance to you then?" He frowned, eyes boring into mine.
"W-well..." I struggled to find the right words as I didn't want to slip up and cause an all-out fight. I just wasn't in the mood for it at moment. Plus, the two of us had been made roomates at the school we were now attending, much to my dismay, and It'd be tense later if I was to be too offensive.
"Well what? Am I or am I not?" He raised a brow, light blond locks fluttering gently in the chilly breeze that had seemed to befall the area we were currently in. I redirected my gaze to stare intently at the patterns of the wood on the bench as if they were the most interesting thing in the world, attempting to avoid that pleading expression of his. However, he'd already gotten to me, and with a sigh of defeat, I finally answered.
"No... You're not a nuisance France." Though you're a pain in the ass. That seemed to cheer him up, especially since he hadn't heard my thoughts as well, as he immediately found a place beside me on the bench, his smile wide and happy.
"I didn't think so~ Otherwise, you would've told me to leave already," He pointed out, smirking slightly. I blinked, then nearly smacked myself in the face. He was acting the whole time just to get a reaction out of me!
"Damn wanker..." I muttered under my breath, but he only seemed to smile more.