First story guys, so, I would love reviews and comments, I wanna hear them okay!? Glad we're on the same page here.
Characters:
-Francis Bonnefey/France
-Arthur Kirkland/England
-Ludwig/Germany
Francis kinds reflects on all that England did for him during WWII so, yeah. No yaoi.
Please enjoy it.
Leaning On One Another
Britain helped Francis off the boat. France had just been occupied and Britain had gone through hell just to pull his 'arse' out of German hands. France couldn't believe that England had gone through all that to save him, after all, he was the one who was taking the beating. But watching Arthur charge Germany head on brought up something he'd never seen in his friend.
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"I know..."
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Britain and France, both dressed in their countries respective uniforms with long trench coats, dashed toward the British War Office. German aircraft flew overhead. Britain grimaced every time a bomb whistled through the air, but he never slowed his pace. Now, both felt the heat from the Germans.
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"...how much it hurts...and yet you never said anything."
France sighed and looked out the window.
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France complained loudly to his friend as they bandaged each other's wounds.
"I'm basically out of this war, yet I still feel every blow."
England raised an eyebrow. France turned on his charm and smiled. "Yet he cannot destroy this Frenchman, when I see him he'll be captivated by my French charm, when I get back."
Britain chuckled, "I'll place a bet on the opposite. What do you say? Twenty-five quid?"
"Done! And then we'll shoot every potato in sight!" They shook hands. But both were acting, they knew the risks. And even more, France knew England was worried for his fellow nation. But France needed to be with his people, and England understood that.
Even more, they understood the perils.
As England read the newspaper he laughed. France smiled as he bandaged Arthur's wrist.
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"You had every right to complain, about everything."
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A man walked in, introducing a new problem. Britain sighed and grabbed his coat.
Francis shook his head. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To deal with this problem personally."
"You've accepted everything that comes your way. Why don't you let someone else take care of it?"
"You know why." And Arthur walked out the door.
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"To scream and cry."
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He saw Britain tremble as he pull the cup of tea to his lips. France himself was shaking, but London was receiving constant bombing, that was the difference. France only felt the pain once and a while, it was happening, but not every where at one time. Nights had become living hell for England.
And Francis could do nothing to ease the burden of his friend as he watched him, curled up in a blanket on the sofa, trying to ignore his own body racking with consistent pain.
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"For all that you've lost, and sacrificed. On my behalf. On the world's behalf."
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France watched the convoys of boats and ships leave as he stood on the white, angled cliffs of England. He closed his eyes, remembering Britain's face as he said goodbye for the time being.
"Don't worry, after the invasion, we'll free your country."
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He turned and looked at the British man drinking tea. A thick scarf was wrapped around his neck and a coat draped around him. Britain didn't glance up at his friend. "Damnit. The war is over. Act like it."
They looked at each other with blank faces in a momentarily quiet silence. France cocked an eyebrow and began to laugh. Britain put his cup down and joined. It felt good to laugh.
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