Pairing(s): France/England, America/England, America/Canada and France/Canada (a little).

Warnings: Yaoi, Sexuality, Gore

Human or Countries: Countries but they are able to die and get wounded.

Summary: WW2 AU. Four Nations decide to work together when war gets very drastic. Canada who tries his hardest to be noticed for once. England who seems to break everyone's heart. America who tries to get England's attention. And France who tries to save everyone from the darkness that's slowly killing them. Will they all be able to work together and make their decisions in love?


Chapter 1:

"Just stop! You keep hurting people's feelings. Stop playing with our hearts and make a decision!"~ Francis Bonnefoy (France)

Alfred was driving his car close to the German border, on his way to Francis. He had just dropped off his Italian friend who needed a ride. It was only a few more hours driving to Francis' place, they were going to talk over the plans for the upcoming months. They were at war with Germany and they were part of the Allies after all. After his long drive, Alfred finally arrived at Francis' place. He parked his car and knocked on the door, no response

"Huh? That's weird. We totally agreed on meeting at his place, why doesn't French dude open the door?" Alfred walked to the nearest window to take a look inside, but what he saw was a bit of a shock. Francis was indeed home, he was on the couch and he wasn't alone. Arthur laid on the couch too, Francis on top of him. Alfred immediately started bashing on the window "Hey dude! Get off of him and open the door man!" He growled. Francis turned his head to the window, a frustrated expression on his face, while Arthur was flushed red and looked rather shocked.

Alfred felt anger burn inside of him. Could he never get his hands off of Arthur for at least one minute?! Matthew arrived as well waved the driver goodbye and walked over to Francis house. Alfred bumped Matthew aside and almost broke the door as he slammed with his fist on it.

"Open the door you fucking pervert!" He kept shouting until the door finally opened and he rolled inside. Matthew stood up and just walked inside, holding Kumajirou close to his chest.

"Hey Francis!" He waved before also walking inside. Alfred could be so territorial.

"I'm going to save you Arthur because I am the hero!" Alfred took Arthur from the couch and put him over his shoulder.

"You wanker! Put me down!" Arthur shouted as he slammed with his fists on Alfred's back.

Arthur struggled in Alfred's arms, god why was this guy so strong?! When he was back on the ground standing on his own feet, Iggy fixed his clothes and looked angry as usual at Alfred as if he had done something wrong

"I don't need you to protect me! Stupid! I can take care of myself, you know." Alfred gave him a sceptical look.

"Oh really dude? If you could, then why was that French idiot on top of you?" Francis walked over to Alfred and hit him on the head.

"I'm right here, compain!" Matthew sighed, could they never just get along?

"Anyway… We were supposed to make plans for attacking Germany right?" Arthur said, who now had token a few steps further away from them. Francis and Alfred nodded while Matthew took a seat around the kitchen table and took a few pieces of paper out of his pocket.

"How about siting here? It is much more comfortable!"

Alfred walked over to the table "Let's sit here, that's way better!"

"What a splendid idea!" Arthur said and walked over there too, once again Matthew was being ignored. Alfred pulled out a chair and smiled towards Arthur with a big grin.

"Come sit here Arthur dude!" Iggy pulled out his own chair.

"Ahh, no thank you…" Francis sat down next to Arthur and they started to discuss matters.

"Okay, first of all, we all know that the borders are unable to enter because they are under strict safeguard. I have totally seen it myself when I helped Italy to get inside!" France raised an eyebrow.

"Helped Italy in? But how? He's such a fragile little guy…" America shook his head and continued.

"He jumped inside a car probably I really hope that he didn't get caught, that would be terrible… But alright, back to business. Germany has been trying for a while now to take over England with no use... And Russia also tries to make Germany one with him..." Alfred continued.

Francis interrupted Alfred. "Attente, attente! So you just let him do that all on his own?! You idiot! How could you let that defenceless little guy do such a dangerous thing?! Do you have nothing in that head of yours?! Poor Italy…" Francis was getting pretty upset over it. "What if he gets caught! I hope nothing happens to him… Why would he want to go there anyway? Doesn't he know how dangerous it is! I wonder why he doesn't visit me anymore? Did I scare him? Even if I did, I'm not scarier than those Germans. So why wo-…" Francis got cut off by Arthur.

"Will you shut up?! Bloody hell… We have important business to discuss!" He said in an extremely annoyed way. Francis stopped talking and he looked a bit blue.

Arthur took a map from a nearby bookshelf and opened it on the table. "Okay here we have our Countries… Here is the Soviet Union and mainly… Scary, scary Mr. Russia… We could try to work together with him, he is a strong Country after all…" Matthew immediately pointed his hand in the air but nobody seemed to notice.

"And how about me?" He whispered. Only France seemed to notice the small voice from the other side of the table.

"Hm? What was that Canada? What did you say? I couldn't understand you?"

"Huh? What do you mean, dude? Canada?" Alfred said. Matthew was happy that at least Francis noticed him, but he just wished the others would notice him as well.

"U-um, well, maybe I can be useful?" He said in his soft voice.

"What? But Canada, this work is just for strong Countries. Not for Countries like you…" Canada became genuinely curious. He took a few deep breaths, like he was thinking. In the end he just shrugged before answering. "Maybe that is the main reason… Countries hardly ever seem to notice me, so I might just be able to sneak past the borders…" France shook his head.

"Mon petit Mattheu. This are soldiers, I don't want you to get hurt out there." England slammed with his fist on the table.

"Stop it you wankers! We haven't even come up with the idea of how to come inside Germany!" Everyone looked rather stunned but nodded at these words in understatement.

"Yeah… You're right, dude…" Alfred answered a little embarrassed.

"Now, let's come up with an idea already." Arthur said and the four countries looked down at the map.

"I know! We send huge robot monsters to smash those borders!" Alfred said happily.

"No… We need a realistic idea." Francis replied a little frustrated.

"How about we send airplanes?" Arthur suggested.

"Yes! With a lot of bombs! That'll blow that dude away!" Alfred shouted happily and jumped up from the table, pointing at everyone with confidence.

Everyone stared at America like they just had seen a ghost. "That might work…" Francis answered as he scratched the back of his head. How were they supposed to do that? If the country even found out what they were going to do then they were doomed! Arthur started to scribble down a bit and wrote down their plan, step by step.

"But what if our plan doesn't work?" Arthur said who now felt a bit left out. "We always need a plan B…"

"If it doesn't work and dude tries to make a move, he's got big old Russia up his ass!" Alfred cheered and laughed, wow, he wasn't as stupid as usual, impressive.

"Nohohoho~! And when Germany's busy with Russia, we can send the fabulous tanks to invade the borders!" Francis laughed.

"That sounds like a really good plan!" Canada said softly followed by England.

"That sounds like a splendid plan! Maybe you aren't complete idiots after all!"

"Mon petit ami… We are not idiots at times like these. That would be our end… That would be terrible!" Francis joked as he slowly put an arm around Arthur. And then the fights started again. Alfred jumped on the table and pointed at the two.

"Hey dude! Stop that! That is not fair! Leave Iggy alone! He doesn't fucking like that at all!" He shouted. Arthur first looked up at Alfred with large eyes, looking a bit dazed by the sudden action of the Country, but then he sighed and took Francis' arm away from being around him.

"Will you lads stop it already, we have to start making plans!" Alfred got down from the table, still glaring at Francis.

"Fine dude, whatever…" Matthew raised his hand, wanting to say something.

"Maybe I can make the planes?" But Arthur said the same thing right after Matthew did, so he was the one to get the job. Alfred offered to make the bombs and called himself a hero for that for some reason. Matthew let his head hang low and sighed "O-okay then…" Kumajirou looked up at him.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada…" Matthew started to slightly sob again why did nobody ever see him? Why was he always the last to get the job? Did they not see him because they were ignoring him?

"Anyway… Let's start!" Alfred shouted followed by a hysterical laugh.

Poor Matthew just sat on the couch staring at his 'friends' as they made things ready.

That evening they went to bed early. But Francis couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard he tried, he kept twisting and turning and eventually got out of bed and walked over to Arthur's room. He sat next to Arthur's bed and looked down at the other Nation, he looked so beautiful when he was asleep. Why couldn't he just stay away from him? What was this feeling he had only truly felt once before in his life? He hated everything about him! Why did he feel like this? He heard his breath, saw his chest go up and down when suddenly a hand was laid on his shoulder, he turned around to face a not so pleased American.

"Hey you froggy cunt, let's get things straight already." Alfred said in an angry voice. He pointed his finger at the other French guy in a rather brutal way and avoided any body contact with him. "I want you to stay away from Arthur." Francis raised an eyebrow and let out a slight chuckle as if he ridiculed what the other just said.

"And who are you to tell moi what to do? Why would I have to stay away from him?" Alfred looked into the dark bedroom, away from that smug look France gave him, so annoying.

"W-Well, because… Um." Alfred muttered, Francis picked up their 'conversation' with a serious look on his face.

"Because you love him? Well so what, je l'aime aussi! Don't think that just because he took guardianship over you back when you were small and hopeless, that he likes you. I've known him way longer than you have anyway." Alfred had a slight blush on his cheeks, but it wasn't noticeable in the darkness.

"Just because you've known him longer, doesn't mean he likes you better dude! Remember when he was almost crying when you tried to lure me with food? He likes me way better!"

"But that was before we all realized how obnoxious you are, I'm glad now you that you didn't choose me!" The two of them were squabbling so much they didn't realize they woke Arthur up.

"Hm? What's going o-…"

"Dude! You two have had more fights then I can count on one hand! He doesn't like you man!"

"Nohoho~! I'm surprised you can even count! He likes me better, so just shut up!"

"What the hell?! What are you two wankers doing in MY bedroom?! Can I never stay alone for at least one minute!" England blushed bright red and immediately pulled the blanket all over him. "You are just two little kids! This is unbelievable!" Matthew slowly floated into the room, trying to get noticed by everyone again, but probably with no use… Like always.

"Uhm… Guys…?" Francis looked at Arthur and back at Matthew.

"Oh hello bro." Alfred said who finally noticed his 'brother'. Arthur growled.

"What I'm just trying to say is… Get away! Both of you! I'm trying to sleep!" Alfred's expression turned sad again and when he was sad he was rather cute.

"But… I'm just trying to protect you from what France can do to you. Just like you protected me all those years ago." Alfred turned away. "But if you want to. I could just go away and… Disappear." All the eyes were focused on the American. Even Arthur started to feel sorry for him and crawled out of bed and walked over to him. He put a gentle hand on his shoulder and tried to get his attention as if that hadn't happen already.

"Hey… Are you okay?" Alfred didn't even respond. Francis jealousy turned into sadness, that was when he ran away, out of the room and out of the house to his own 'secret' place near a river. He was an actual drama queen. But who knows what was going on in his mind.

"Francis! Wait! It's the middle of the night, where are you going?!" Alfred yelled after him before rolling his eyes and letting out a sigh. He turned back to Alfred, who looked rather dejected. "Hey pal, I didn't mean for you to disappear entirely and get all sad. I just want you out of my bedroom, that's all." Arthur said sooting.

"You don't? Awesome man! Would you be sad if I disappeared?" Alfred asked with a hopeful smile, to which Arthur just sighed.

"I'm going to bed, it's late, you two lads should as well." He said and went back to his bed, closing his bedroom door firmly this time. Alfred turned around and walked back to his bedroom, followed by Matthew.

"Hey bro, can I get some advice?" Alfred asked as Matthew passed by to go to his own bedroom. Matthew was quite startled by Alfred's voice, he was still in a bit of a daze because he was actually noticed and he didn't expect him to talk to him again.

"U-Um, sure. What is it?" Alfred beckoned him to come inside his room and they sat down on the bed "I need some love advice." America muttered. "U-Uhh… Why do you want MY advice for something like that?"

"Well, you see dude, I can't talk to Francis or Arthur about it and I don't have many other friends… Feliciano is in Germany so I can't talk to him, and there's Honda, but he's even more awkward than you are…" Matthew felt slightly offended, but he didn't mind since he got the chance to talk to Alfred.

"R-Right, so what's the problem?"

"Well… Like you might have seen, I started to fall in love with Arthur. For quite some time now. I think somewhere near valentine's day when he brought me some chocolate. I have liked him ever since… But every time I try to be alone with him Francis comes between us and disturbs our moment. It's just… I don't want him to get hurt, and I'm afraid that Francis will hurt him in the end… Arthur just doesn't deserve that." Alfred almost whispered on Matthew's tune.

Francis ran to a nearby forest, he had always loved forests, they made him feel so isolated and always gave him some time alone. He sighed deeply while heavy pants escaped his mouth. He slowly sank on the ground and laid himself down in the grass staring at the green ceiling of leaves above him. The only sound he heard was the sound of the river flowing, a few metres away from him. He didn't even notice when some tears escaped his eyes. Why did Alfred always had to break all the fun for him? Why did Alfred even make him sad?! He was way younger than him! But… Alfred was most wanted by friends… And he was not. People always saw him as a perverted Frenchman that wanted nothing else than to lay in bed with you. He wanted one thing and that was to see Arthur happy, even if… Even if that was with another guy. The last time he had truly fallen in love with someone he wanted to protect that person. But he failed. In the end he saw her burn right in front of his eyes on a stake. Francis wanted to see Arthur happy, but that wasn't with that obnoxious idiot of an American. Of course not! Arthur had complained plenty of times to him about how annoying and stupid Alfred could be…

"I'm the one that can make him happy, not that empoté!"

Matthew's heart broke at the sound of Alfred's words, started… To fall in… Love… With Arthur…

"M-Maybe you should talk to Francis, I don't think he wants to hurt… A-Arthur." Although Matthew was barely able to bare the pain stinging in his chest right now, he wouldn't let Alfred notice. It would just be selfish to tell him now that he was in love with him. He had always looked up to his 'brother' and as time passed he developed feelings for him he never thought he'd have for anyone. Matthew had tried several times to confess his love to Alfred, but when push came to shove, he just couldn't say it, he was too scared. Alfred smiled happily before pulling Matthew in for a hug.

"Thanks dude…" Matthew blushed slightly at the touch and tried to hold back his tears. There was no way he was worth Alfred. Alfred stopped the hug and stared into Matthew's violet eyes, smiling an enchanting and breath-taking smile. And Matthew was perplexed in it. When Alfred left the room Matthew left out a heartbreaking sigh which sounded more like a sob. He fell back into the pillows and took Kumajirou in his arms now sobbing as tears freely left his eyes. Why did people never look at him? Why did this hurt so badly? Why could he never be the lucky one? One thing was for sure, he was deeply in love with Alfred and it hurted his soul, ripped his heart into pieces because he knew the difference between wanting what you can't have and wanting what you shouldn't have, and he shouldn't want Alfred. The soft whimpers slowly reached the corridor and so Alfred's ears.

Arthur felt rather disappointed why did France run away? He sounded so sad that moment. Was it his fault? Arthur growled and kept twisting and turning but he couldn't get Francis out of his head. In the end he gave up and went out of bed, he was going after Francis and unlike most guys he knew where Francis was. He put on his jacket and went out the door.

"Frog…" He muttered.

Alfred stopped walking and turned around to hear Matthew's sobbing. He hesitated for a moment before walking back, slowly opening the door.

"Mattie? Are you alright?" He whispered with such a sweet voice that it melted Matthew's heart. Did Alfred really come back for him? Matthew didn't say a word, they were all stuck in his throat. He just shook his head. Alfred looked slightly down before walking up to Matthew. It looked like he needed him. "Do you want me… To sleep next to you?" Matthew was astonished and at a loss of words, he slowly tried to nod but couldn't. Alfred slowly sat next to Matthew on the bed and went under the blanket, pulling it over them and slowly putting his arms around Matthew, snuggling his head against the others as a warm feeling spread through his veins, made his heart skip a few beats and his cheeks turn slightly red. Matthew stopped sobbing and closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. For once Alfred DID notice him.

"Thank… You." He whispered.

Arthur walked through the dark forest as the cold wind pulled on his cloak. That idiot, running out like that in the middle of the night. Why am I worrying so much about that wanker anyway? He sighed when he saw Francis laying in the grass by the river and an unintended smile appeared over his lips.

"Francis…" Francis quickly sat up and looked surprised at Arthur.

"A-Arthur! How did you…?" "I know you too well, you always go here when you're sad." Arthur said and looked at the Frenchman with such a piercing gaze, as if he could see right through him. Francis quickly wiped his tears and looked at the water, trying his best to avoid those green eyes, but when he looked up slightly at him his eyes were caught by that intriguing gaze.

"Why did you follow me? Don't you need to go cuddle with that stupid American?" Francis huffed jealously.

Matthew had an extremely dark blush over his cheeks, he had never been this close to Alfred. He was really nervous, but this was just what he needed right now, someone to hold him, to be with him. Matthew wished that this would never end and that Alfred wouldn't forget about him anymore.

"W-Why did you come after me…? Why didn't you just forget me like you always do…?" Canada whispered after a while, another heartbreaking sob escaped his mouth and America snuggled tighter. "Hey… We decided to be brothers right? When you need me I try my hardest not to forget you, yeah?" Matthew nodded slightly. Yeah… Brothers.

Arthur slightly nodded, took a few steps closer to Francis and slowly sat next to him. "Because… Because you are my friend… And I won't hurt my friends by leaving them…" Francis blinked his eyes a few times and a smile appeared over his lips, so he did come back after all. On moments like these he could truly be himself. Arthur's enchanting eyes seemed to glow for a moment, there were only two other Countries whose eyes glow as well, one was Norway and the other one was Romania.

Matthew saddened a little, Alfred only saw him as his brother. Of course they had decided that together, but that was years ago and in that time Matthew slowly started to develop feelings for his 'brother'. So for now he just enjoyed being in Alfred's embrace until he fell asleep.

Francis quickly shifted his gaze up at the trees as he caught himself staring at the other.

"Say, mon cheri, can I ask you something? Like, can you answer truthfully?" Francis asked.

"U-Um, sure, I guess. What is it?" Arthur replied and looked at the man next to him with a curious look. "Arthur, what do you really think of Alfred?"

Arthur's gaze went away. "I don't know Francis… I really don't know. I once saw him as my little brother but now? I have no idea." Francis gaze went to the small river right in front of him.

"Oh…" Francis was rather disappointed that he didn't get a quite reassuring answer. "Oh…" He repeated. "And… What do you think about me?" Arthur blushed brightly and but immediately burst into laughter.

"What would I think about you?! You are a friend Francis, you know that! Okay, we may fight often, but that's just a part of our nature!" Arthur poked Francis side but saw that something was a bit off, he didn't response like he used to.

Francis let out a little sigh, he thought this was the perfect moment since Alfred wasn't here to disturb them, he thought it would be perfect. "Just friends, huh?" Arthur furrowed his eyebrow and looked a bit confused at Francis.

"Uh, was that not what you wanted to hear, Francis?" He asked. France tried to come up with something to talk himself out of this, but as he looked in those beautiful green eyes, he could nothing else but just speak his mind. He looked at Arthur from the corner of his eye and blushed slightly, he had confessed his love to people many times before, why was it so difficult now all of a sudden?

"Arthur… I, um… J-Je t'aime…" Arthur's eyes widened.

"E-excuse me?"


To be continue...


I can't wait to finish this story, this is maybe one of the longest of the the four stories. ^^ Just telling. This story contains many ships. If you're curious who will end up with who, feel free to ask. Because I don't want to dissapoint my readers. I'm sorry for the several grammatical errors, the story wil be updated in a few weeks or months without them or at least with less. ^^ I know things seem to go very fast in this chapter, but acctually no... After reading all the upcoming chapters you'll understand that their relations get very complicated.

Please review~! ^^ And thanks for reading.