A Single Rose

Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine. A girl can dream thought right.

It's not really a known fact that England loves roses. He won't tell anyone this because that wanker France will find out and tease him. So it's not a known fact that he loves roses. It is however known that England lives in a big house and has a garden. What's in this garden is a mystery to all but him. Well we may just find out, all we have to do is wait.

England walks through the halls of his magnificent House and to the back where he has his secret garden. His garden is filled with lots of beautiful flowers and trees. There were tall oak trees, wonderful willows, and fantastic fer trees. There were rainbows of tulips, sun shines of Lilies, and many, many more. The only thing missing were roses. Go figure huh. Oh he had a rose bush, but the damn things wouldn't grow. He still had all of the others, but he was still upset that his roses wouldn't grow.

France had been felling strange for a few months. It wasn't a bad feeling just one he hasn't felt in a while. It was one of the other nations trying (and failing) to grow roses. He thought of all the ones that would- America used them mostly for Valentine's Day, Japan had blossoms, Russia had sunflowers, Germany doesn't really like flowers, Italy usually ask for seeds, and China doesn't like roses. So who was it? After all of them that left England, but why would he want them? Never hurts to ask.

He hurries over to Britain and goes to England's house. He sneaks through the door and heads back where he hears someone humming a beautiful song in a lovely voice. He tiptoes out to the back and sees the most beautiful garden he's ever seen. All of the colors go together, and the plants look healthy and alive. He heads even further back to see England kneeling in front of a barren bush watering it humming.

"Why have you never showed me this Arthur?" he asked startling the

Brit so bad so bad he fell over, "Arthur are you okay?"

"Damn frog! What are you doing here!?" he yelled at France. "This is a private place you ninny!" Then he stormed toward France grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him out. France was not moving he figured out what the barren bush was… a rose bush that would not bloom. He jerked his arm away from the Brit's frantic pulling and walked over to the plant. He knelt down and touched one of the unopened blossoms.

"Arthur, do you know what this is?" France asked gently

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I know what my favorite fl…" he cut himself off after what he just said. France turned around with a smirk on his face.

"But I thought you hated roses. You through away all the ones I gave you." France stated.

England hung his head in shame and motioned for France to follow him. They walked through the large house and climbed up the stairs until they got to the 3rd floor. He led France to a door at the end of the hall and opened the door.

"Oh My… Arthur what is this?" France gasped out.

The room was filled with every color rose you could image, except red, all alive and beautiful. France stepped into the room and looked. All of them were from him to England. There in the back of the room, with its own vase was a single red rose. The very first rose France gave to England all those years ago.

He turned and saw a sweet smile gracing England's lips. He waked over and pulled the shorter man into an embrace.

France spoke into England's hair, "You kept them all. Every single one I ever gave you, but hoe are they alive."

England's answer was a bit muffled from France's shoulder, "I used my magic to keep the alive. I couldn't bear to part with them… Francis."

France pulled away and looked at England lovingly, that was the first time he said his name without hate or malice. England was looking back shyly from beneath his eyelashes. France smiled adoringly at him and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"You didn't have to keep the all I wouldn't have cared Arthur." France said softly.

"I know, but they were special to me. What made them even more special was that they came from you. I made it look like I didn't want them because I didn't want anyone to tease me." England replied.

"Oh Arthur I wouldn't have teased you. I would have given you more roses to show my love for you."

England smiled shyly and stood on his tiptoes to kiss the Frenchman on the lips sweetly. France kissed him back while gently pushing England toward his room. They made it to England's room were the two men, after all these years, finally consummated there love.

In the back of England's house there is a room where there is a beautiful garden hidden inside. Toward the back of the garden there is a single barren bush. While the two men became lovers… on that barren bush a single rose started to bloom.