[A/N: the italic parts are from Arthur's POV and the normal are from Francis]

Dreams

That's where I have to go

To see your beautiful face anymore

I stare at a picture of you

And listen to the radio

I turn on the radio as I sit down at my table. I stare through out the window. Out in the rain. The late spring trees are greener than ever now. The grey sky brings out the green from them clearer than usual. It's raining outside. I'm raining.

Hope, hope there's a conversation

where we both admit we had it good but

until then it's alienation,

I know, that much is understood

And I realize

As those endless, meaningless tears stream down my face I slam my fist into the wall. Inside my head I repeat 'damn it damn it damn it damn it'. I hate him for causing me this pain, I hate that frog for all the heartache he's led me to.

If you ask me how I'm doin I would say

I'm doin just fine

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

"Hello", I hear him say behind me. I turn around, finding Arthur. I smile towards him.

"Hi", I respond. I like how we can act so casual around each other. I hate it. I like how we pretend that what happened never did. Why can't we go back to that? I like how we pretend that the other person doesn't exist. Notice me, notice my love, notice my pain.

The world meeting starts. We don't bicker any more. The other countries have started to get used to that. I haven't.

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two

and finally I'm forced to face the truth

No matter what they say, I'm not over you

Not over you

I go to the kitchen where I would right now have been eating dinner at. I pour up a glass of beer. I can still smell his cooking in this kitchen. I don't even mind drinking up before I smash the glass to the floor.

I exit the kitchen in tears.

Damn, damn boy you do it well

And I thought you were innocent

I go to the couch. I haven't slept in my bed in weeks. It smells like him. I haven't cooked my usual food, nor been out on my balcony. I haven't talked to any of my friends. It's funny how a person you love so much can change you.

You took this heart and put it through hell

But still you're magnificent

I remember his long hair brushing over my face. I remember how he sipped his wine at sun sets, and how he would look at me with his blue eyes.

I cannot imagine a world without him.

I'm living in one.

I'm a boomerang doesn't matter how you throw me

Turn around and I'm back in the game

Even better than the old me

But I'm not even close without you

I want to run up to him, I want to kiss him, I want to forgive him. I want to be the old France, the France with his England. I know he won't forgive me.

If you ask me how I'm doin

I would say I'm doin just fine

I would lie and say that you're not on my mind

"Stop lying to me, Arthur", Alfred says. I turn my head away. "Stop telling me you're over him, because you clearly aren't. It sounds as if you're trying to convince yourself, and not me."

I'm over him. I'm over that stupid frog. I don't care if he's okay or not. I'm over him. He'd hurt me. He'd loved me. I broke him.

But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two

The wineglass between my fingers smashes. I look down at my hands. I see no scars. No outer scars. I feel no pain. Only inner pain.

and finally I'm forced to face the truth

I stand in front of him. Francis blue eyes pierce through me. I look down at the stone floor.

No matter what I say

I want him to look up at me. I want him to say something. I want to hear his voice.

He opens his mouth.

"I'm not over you"