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All characters belong to Himaruya Hidekaz
It wasn't that he couldn't see him.
He just chose not to acknowledge him.
Because, if he did, everyone would think he was crazy.
He, France, was the romantic one after all. Not the crazy one.
That had been Arthur.
Had.
France sees him again. The ghost, the only ghost he had ever seen in all the time he had been on Earth, England's ghost. It hadn't been long after the death of the other nation. A year or two perhaps.
France had never mourned.
Why would he when he and England had been more enemies than friends.
Or so he would have liked to have been.
That way, he wouldn't have thought of England every single day since the other's disappearance. He would probably not see his ghost either.
That damn ghost.
England looked at Francis, who looked away but could see him through the corner of his eye. France knew it didn't matter if he ignored the ghost because it knew he always thought of him.
England, though, wouldn't get too close. Especially not during meetings that France attended. He was currently at the world meeting and was trying to pay attention to America talk about debt or something. He didn't know, not when he couldn't stop thinking about England's ghost.
He glances at the ghost who was now looking at America with a peaceful look on his face. It was as if he were remembering the past with the American.
Silly England.
Even as a ghost, he cared too much about the past with the American.
Throb
There it was again, the pain in his heart.
France knew what he felt. One can't have someone in their life for a very long time without ending up having feelings for them or so France believed.
He loved England.
But he wouldn't admit it to himself. It wasn't easy when his heart told him one thing, and his mind chanted it wasn't true.
Someone calls his name and he snaps out of his thought in time to realize England is looking straight at him, their eyes locked and France holds his breath.
"France!"
He lets go of the breath, looking away from the ghost.
"Ah sorry."
"Are you okay?" Spain asks him from across the table.
He can only nod as he looks down to ignore the ghost. Once he looks up again, England is gone.
Throb
It didn't really matter, he'd be back.
A few days later, France is back at his home. He has finished some paper work and deems he deserves a break.
It usually took him longer to finish anything at all, it had been differently recently because he now had motivation. What motivated him was the fact that England was there watching him and France, again, didn't want to pay attention to him.
He had worked a lot, barely taking a break unless he really needed it. England's ghost had stood beside him, looking down at him as if waiting to be recognized.
France didn't hate the ghost's company but he didn't want to admit that he saw him.
Because..
Because that would mean Arthur was truly gone.
Not that he cared.
Throb
France groaned as he rubbed his shoulder, he needed to lie down. He heads to his living room and plops down to lie down on the couch with his eyes closed.
France sighs as he looks up and feels as if he almost had a heart attack.
"England.."
The ghost's eyes widen a bit as if he hadn't expected the other to talk to him and then he smiles.
Oh no, he had done it. He had acknowledged the ghost.
"France."
So ends chapter one.
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