Francis wiped his feet on the welcome mat before entering his fancy chateau. Home sweet home, he thought in his native tongue, opening the door and stepping inside. It felt good to be back after that visit to England's. Despite have great fun teasing the Brit about his cooking and other matters, he felt so much better to be in his own territory.
He thought back to the reason of his visiting Arthur, England had been feeling down lately, what with it being July after all. Arthur had never gotten over the fourth of July and Francis never stopped teasing him about it. England always countered his teasing with the argument that he cared nothing about America and therefore his mood had nothing to do with the younger nation.
During his visit Francis managed to unearth certain pictures of Alfred and other memorabilia in England's storage. After teasing Arthur some more, France tried to get him to admit that he really cared about America. It didn't really work out.
Before he could even run up to his room, his personal doorman handed him a letter. "Monsieur Francis, a letter arrived for you just a few minutes ago from the English ambassador." It hadn't even been a day since he last talked to Arthur, what could his dear friend want so soon? He broke the wax seal of England and opened the letter. Under the envelope's tag were the words 'Because of your persistent bothering'. France proceeded to read the message inside.
Francis,
I hate Alfred and
This letter is going to prove that,
Really,
I care
Nothing
For Alfred.
Even if it seems like
He still means a lot to me,
That isn't true.
There is nothing I want more than
To erase his existence and
The time we've once spent together,
Because I hate
Every memory we've shared,
It is not something
I treasure in my heart.
What do I have to do to prove
You are
Not
Right, and I have
Never
Hidden that.
You know I hate him,
-England
Harsh, was Francis's first thought, but even England wouldn't write something so straightforward about how he disliked America. Francis studied the letter another time, he noticed that the spacing was peculiar. He remembered a code he and England had often used when they were younger to transmit hidden messages to one another. He crossed out every other line of the message and read it again.
Francis,
This letter is going to prove that,
I care
For Alfred.
He still means a lot to me,
There is nothing I want more than
The time we've once spent together,
Every memory we've shared,
I treasure in my heart.
You are
Right, and I have
Hidden that.
-England
I thought so Anglettere, France thought smugly. When it came to England, France was hardly ever wrong.
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AN: For those who are reading my other fan fic, I'm so sorry it's taking so long. I'll update it in an hour or two. Hope you enjoyed this fic.
