OOC: Alright everyone.
YES this story is totally cliché, it's like a mushy romantic drama thing, it's the first fanfic I ever wrote. If you read the others you'll notice I got a bit better.
YES the only entity in the story whose name is 'canon' is Spain (because I adore the name Antonio), France is Miles because I HATE the name Francis, it's lame. While Arthur is a great name for England, bear with me, I did not know when I wrote this that the characters already had names. I hadn't read any fan fiction for Hetalia. I just happen to think the anime is amazing.
YES I made Netherlands a feisty redhead, they happen to have them there, I've met several.
And Misti is a totally made up 'fancy-lady'... just to make that clear. Also note that America is not a blonde... mostly because I'm American and I'm not a bloody blonde!
I do not own any rights to Hetalia.*
IC:
:It Begins:
England stood by the fire blazing in the hearth, looking back at the crying form on the bed with no remorse. The girl was sobbing brokenly into her hands, she felt awful, she'd believed his lies and given herself to him. Now she was ruined, she knew that her big brother would not forgive her.
England had finally had enough. "Take your things and leave my house. You and France are no longer welcome here. Tell him that for me, will you?" England was sickeningly sweet.
Morocco gathered her things and left.