'Sup, guys? I felt like writing a somewhat sad FrUK fanfiction, from France's point of view. England always seems to hate him, and France loves him. So, this is going to possibly continue and show the difficulties they face.

This chapter will just kinda be a prologue, a small glimpse into France's mind.

I think this will be human names, not them being countries at all.

Hetalia no belong to moi.

Prologue

How did we get to this place, mon cher? We used to be amis, when we were little. I'd always mess around with you a bit, but that's what children do. We were so small, but even then I saw something so special in you.

Maybe it was the way you thought you could see mythical creatures. I never thought much of it, but I did enjoy watching you talk to them. There was a light in your green eyes when you talked to them - you weren't so grumpy when you could talk to your Flying Mint Bunny.

I loved that look in your eyes. You looked so happy for once. I never made you that happy. When I came around, you always looked so grumpy, so angry at everything. Why? Was it because I cut all your hair off that one time? Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't want you to hate me - I never did. Why?

I think I loved you, then.

How could I not? You were the cutest thing, your hair always flying about everywhere- it was so messy, you know. Je ne sais pas how you got it to be do messy. I simply do not know. I do know, however, that I loved you, and that hair.

You were like a little brother then, though. I wanted to protect you from the world. Oh, the world has always been such a horrid place. I wish I could protect you from it. Simply because I loved you, and you might have loved me, too. You were always so good at hiding emotions, cher.

Like now. You always seem so grumpy, still. Everyone says that about you. I wish I could see that light in your eyes - perhaps a smile. I haven't seen that in so long, it aches my heart. I wish I could make you smile, rather than frown.

Ah, I've gotten off topic, haven't I? My thoughts always wander when it comes to you. There's so much about you to ponder, so much to try and figure out. You're so confusing. You say one thing, but your actions are the opposite. Je ne sais pas why you do that.

Why do you hate me so? I don't recall doing anything particularly wrong. Je ne sais pas what I could have done to make you hate me, I didn't try to do anything.

All I ever wanted was to be loved back, you know. I still love you, but now it's a romantic love. I love you more than I love myself, and that says a lot. You know how I feel about myself. Now, mon ange, imagine that times three, times four. That's about the equivalent to how I feel about you.

You know, you always seem so isolated, so alone. It makes me sad. There's nobody there to make your eyes sparkle, is there? I hope you at least still have your magic friends, they always made you seem so alive. I do wish for once, though, that I could have made you that happy. Why couldn't I ever accomplish that? Maybe I am just a stupid frog. Maybe.

All I want to do is hold you, sometimes. People like you deserve affection. They deserve love; kindness. You truly deserve a loved one there to hold you and care for you. If you'd only push aside your pride for a moment, I could be the one to do that for you.

So why do you push me away, when all I want is to pull you in? I don't understand it, all I want to do is show you what you deserve. I think I've given up, mon ange. I don't have any more hope left for us. My love is still strong, but the love that's in my heart is starting to break me.

At one point, I thought it could just be that you were being difficult. With the way you act towards me, throwing things, insulting me, I thought you were just being stubborn. You were always good at doing that. But I do have to face it sooner or later.

You hate me, and Je ne sais pas pourquoi.

Translations!

mon cher - my dear

amis - friends

Je ne sais pas - I do not know

cher - dear

mon ange - my angel

Je ne sais pas pourquoi - I do not know why

Review, pretty please? :3 I need to know whether or not to continue this or just throw it by the wayside.