Disclaimer: the song How to Start a War by Simon Curtis is not mine, and to avoid copyright I cut out the chorus. I suggest you listen to the song when reading this, because 1. Its really good, and 2. You'll understand the fiction better.
There's a Hetalia edit of the song on YouTube, so you should check that out as well~
England POV.
''I thought we were meant to be
Thought it'd be you and me
Standing together at the end of the world
I guess that's not what you want
I guess that I should just move on
You tell me how am I to move when I can't even breathe
This is not how you make love
This is not what we signed up for
This is not how it's meant to be
This how you start a war''
I started to cry. I-we had been so close, so close to true love, and then.. this. I had let him in, trusted him. After decades of war, of snide comments, love. we respected each other and I thought that the past was over. but I guess wounds that deep can't heal.
France POV.
''You thought I'd abandon you
Thought that I'd stranded you
But I was right there holding your hand
But I guess you didn't see
Everything that I thought we would be
I guess I never thought that you would ever leave me here all alone
This is not how you make love
This is not what we signed up for
This is not how it's meant to be
This how you start a war''
I snipped another head off my roses, a red rose. I had given angleterre roses.. it seems so long ago now, hazy almost. I truly believed it to be love, butt must have been just a game to him. I don't get out any more. I don't try, and at night I see Joanne, whispering to me. for the first time in decades I can't focus on her, can't smile.
I snip the last rose in my garden in half. if I cant remember, I can't hurt, and thats why I'm wiping away my past.
England and France POV.
''Bombs are falling, world is stalling
I'm still trying, why are we fighting
Words destroy us, bait and toy us
I still love you, do you love me too
This is not how you make love
This is not what we signed up for
This is not how it's meant to be
This how you start a war''
England: for some reason I can smell roses, hear petals flutter inbthe back of my mind. then there's a pain through my stomach and I feel tired, so tired. I.. I can't remember, don't want to...
France: my head is throbbing and my cheeks are damp. my lips taste salty, but when I touch my face, my face is dry. I look around wildly, and I swear I see England, but then he's gone.
