I don't own Hetalia or the 2P/AU

"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then~ We can play~"

"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said leaning over he pressing a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."

"Mmm~ Of course love~ Stay with me~"

"Adieu."

"Bugger…" England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave…"

In the tea he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in each other arms. Oh how delightful! Giggling to himself eh poured more tea and added seven surges and drank it while trolling his knife around.

"I love tea! I love tea! I love Francis and tea! Wee! Hashanah!" England laughed. "But… Francis doesn't love me… he loves someone else…"

Suddenly heart broken he smashed the tea cup against the wall. Now angry he stood up and walked around the house with the knife dragging against the walls. Gritting his teeth eh got an idea. Smiling he ran up stairs to change.

Once done he looked in the mirror and smiled happily. Dressed in his normal clothes he was going to surprise Francis at his home! Yes, he would be so happy to see him! Oh, what a wonderful idea! Dressed in his pink dress shirt, light purple shirt and his blue tie he smiled. Along with the gray pants he looked down and twirled around.

"I love Francis! I love Francis!" Stopping with his eyes closed and hold his blushing cheek he giggled again. "I love Francis…"

After traveling to the other nations' home he ran into the door and up the stairs. Jumping a little outside the door he walked in and ran to the desk leaning as far over as he could so their noses almost touched.

"Arthur? I told you I had work to do!" Francis snapped. "Go away!"

"But… I can to see you.. I thought you would be happy?" Arthur backed away holding his fists on his chest with a sad look on his face. "I just want to be with you…"

"How about you go back to your stupid little tea party garden and leave me alone! Are you really that stupid? Go on! Leave now!"

Sobbing Arthur turned away his knife in his hand. "You said you wouldn't call me stupid anymore…"

"I can call you whatever I want slut! Get out. I don't want to see you again."

Crying Arthur turned around and ran at him with his knife. They fought tying to kill each other off but in the end England had to leave because of the blood loss and the fact he never won a battle against Francis. Sobbing down the stairs he went back him and to his garden, but not before finding a book on the way home.

"I love Francis… I love Francis… but Fraincs don't love me…" He cried to himself. "Now I found a book… maybe if I give it to Francis he won't be mad at Arthur anymore…."

Opening the book he got a shock. It started to glow bright green. Instead of afraid he smiled at it in marvel. Looking around at the lights he reached out and touched one. Suddenly he was sucked in and he screamed out in shock.

Crash he landed into a bush. "Ow! You hurt me!" Arthur cried to the bush. "You're so mean!"

"Angleterre? Mon dieu, are you alright?"

Looking around England looked up at France's eyes. Oh, different color! Pretty blue not scary violet! Smiling he nodded and blushed as he was helped out.

"Where did you come from?" Francis asked dusting the other off and then stopped. "Interesting…. Clothes, Mon cher… and what… What happened to you?"

"huh? The knife hurt me!" Arthur teared up.

That's when Francis stopped. He looked closer at the yes. These eyes were different. They were blue mixed with streaks of pink. The face was the same, body, but this wasn't the England he knew but he still had the feel of England. The voice. Blinking he reached out to touch a cut on the cheek. Raising an eyebrow as Arthur- New Arthur, snuggled against it, he looked up.

"Come, I'll clean up."

That should earn him a good hit and a yell.

"Yay!" Arthur latched onto his arm. "Your not mad at Arthur anymore for coming over when you were working?"

"Uh…" Francis's gave him an odd look. "No… tell me why I was mad later but first let's clean you up."

Smiling Arthur held onto the arm and giggling happily when Francis wrapped an arm around him and took him to the house.

"I love Francis! I Love Francis and Francis loves me!"

Thank you strange dreams. I think this one will only be two to five chapters. Really short. :D