I don't own any of the hetalia characters used in this, or the plot. The plot belongs to La Princessa Morte. This is Francis and Arthur's past from Chanson d'Hiver, by La Princessa Morte. Only the words belong to me. If you do not speak fluent french, I suggest you pull up a window for Google Translate. There is plenty of french in this chapter, so be warned. POV OF FRANCIS (France)Happy FRUK day everyone!
Full summary:
He saw me and came over. We made quick introductions in the way only children can. When he heard that I could only speak French, he took it upon himself to teach me English. Being five, we both spent hours not actually being teacher nda pupil, but I rather would listen to him and copy his mouth movement. Instead of a classroom setting, we went out in the back near the river we lived by… and we would play in the water or go exploring instead. We were very good friends… until first grade, when we were split into two groups: boys and girls.
That summer we deemed ourselves in love. Again, we were young, about six now. We were going into the same first grade, and we wanted to spend our last summer of freedom together. One day, we were lounging under Our Tree, the name for a willow we had found and thought the coolest thing on earth, I guess.
He took my hand and looked me in the eyes and said, "You are my little princess."
I had no qualms about being a princess. I thought we were playing a game. But then he kissed me on the lips and… I was hooked. I didn't care if I knew I was male and he thought I was female. I simply wanted to continue being his little princess…
Eventually, he found out I was male and... he's resented me ever since..._
My Little Princess - Chapter one
We're here. We're finally here. England.
My name is Francis Bonnefoy. I just moved here from Paris, France. There's a reason we moved here. See, my father just died, and my mother didn't handle it well. So, unable to stand being in the house that he died in, we moved.
And she thought it would be a good idea to move somewhere they speak english. We, being french, speak french! And she just had to move to the most english place on earth; England!
Sometimes I wonder just what goes on in her head.
Right now, my mother is parking the car I'm in with her, the one right behind the moving van. We've arrived at our new house. The moving van stopped infront of our house and our car pulled into the driveway.
My mother and I got out of the car and my parent set to work on taking the boxes from the movers and taking them inside. I could swear I saw a tear roll down her pale cheek.
"Why don't you go meet the neighbors, mon doux?" my mother asked me, her smile fake and sad. She still had tears in her bright blue eyes. "I will unpack your stuff for you. Go find friends."
I smiled and nodded, "Oui, mère." I replied, looking around for where to go first. That's when I saw them.
There were four boys on our next door neighbor's lawn. One of them, the eldest most likely, had red hair the same colour as my red crayon in the box of crayons I'd gotten for Christmas last year, and bright green eyes. The second and third were very similer in looks, maybe even twins. Both had brownish red hair and bright aqua marine eyes, probably the middle children.
And then, there was a boy, about my age, with blond hair and bright green eyes. I also couldn't help but notice that the young boy's eyebrows looked... rather monstrous. I couldn't help but giggle at them.
That earned me some attention. The boys looked over at me, all seeming confused. The youngest stood up from the dirt and walked over to me, a small smile on his lips.
"Hey, I'm Arthur. What's your name?" The blond asked me. Of course, being french, I didn't have a clue what he was saying.
"Ah... Je ne comprends pas..." I replied, utterly confused. He seemed to be confused aswell. That's when one of the twin brunnettes walked over. "I think he speaks french, Artie." he said.
The young blond blinked, then looked back at me. "C-Can you translate for me then...?" he asked. The brunnette shrugged, "I can try." he replied.
The blond turned back to look at me again and smiled, "My name is Arthur. What's yours?" he asked, then looking back at his brother. "Son nom est Arthur. Comment vous appellez-vous?" the brother translated.
I smiled brightly. I was understood! "Mon nom est Francis! C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer, Arthur!" I said happily.
"He said that his name is Francis and it's a pleasure to meet you." The brunnette explained to the boy called Arthur.
Arthur smiled at me, then seeming to realise something with a frown. "Well, you can't be here to translate for me forever... Why don't I teach him english?" he asked excitedly. The brunnette chuckled slightly, then translated this for me.
He wanted to teach me english? That sounded like fun! "Oui! J'aimerais que tu me enseigner." I replied.
"He said that he'd love to allow you to teach him." The brunnette smiled at him, then at me.
"Oi, Conor! Sean misses you!" came a voice from behind the two boys infront of me. It had come from the redheaded eldest. "Yeah, yeah, Jack, I'm coming!" the brunnette called back. From what I could gather, those were their names. Conor was the brunnette infront of me, the brunnettes twin was Sean, and Jack was the redhead.
Conor turned back to look at me, "Je vais vous laisser pour jouer maintenant. Amusez-vous!" he said, then walking back to the other two brothers.
That left us alone, just Arthur and I. "Let's get started teaching you english now!" said the furry-browed boy, taking my hand and dragging me away.
And with that, our friendship started.
And that's the first chapter. I will be editing, because I know very well that it's much too short. I'll add stuff here and there, so be sure to check back often! Seriously though, there was alot of french in there, so Google Translate is fairly helpful with this fanfiction. I truely hoped you enjoyed it, and feel free to correct if any thing is incorrect. As long as you're nice about it, I will fix it. If not, your problem. Again, I hope you enjoyed this. Untill next time~!
Sincerely yours,
Me