I was above mad, furious. I couldn't see straight I was so mad. All because of that bloody frog who I have to sit next to at the UN meetings.
His blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, and not to mention hi- wait wait WAIT! I do not like that frog! He is the most stupidest thing that has ever come to this world! I can't stand him! I rather sit next to America than him! Bloody snail eating bastard!

I sighed again for what feels like the one-hundredth time today during the UN meeting. I keep thinking about that frog lately. He has been in my thoughts. I hate him. I know that as a fact. I have always hated him right? Or do I? Yes, that is what I say to him every time he tries to grope me. Do I think differently of him now

"Yo! England you okay buddy? You're spacing out!" That loud obnoxious voice brought me out of my train of thought.
" What do you want wanker?!" I said in my usually grumpy irritated voice.
"I was just telling you the meeting is over dude. You don't have to yell at me sheesh!" He said walking out of the room we were using for the meeting.

I looked around me and like he said no one was there. I was alone, nothing new. I gathered my things and shoved them in my bag and headed to my car. I might have not been paying attention to the meeting, but I did find one thing out. I Arthur Kirkland, the personification of The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland ( well most of it ) was head over heals in love with Francis Bonnefoy, the personification of France.

I drove home, the meeting was in London today. As I got into my driveway I saw that Scotland and Northern Ireland weren't home. Lovely. I unlocked the door to my house and walked in. The darkness of the house made my hair become a dark brown. I sigh putting my bag down heading towards the kitchen. When days get as stressful as these it always helps to have a cup of tea.

I sit down in front of the telly turning it to a random news channel letting my thoughts cancel out what ever the news channel was saying. They drifted to Francis again. I couldn't get him out of my head. I wished he would come busting down my door and hold me in his arms, never letting go. I knew that would never happen but I just fantasized to get my brain off of the harsh reality that was real life and how I had to love life. ever.

I didn't know I fell asleep until my tea cup slipped from my fingers crashing to the ground jolting me awake. I cursed under my breath as I picked up the cup with barely any of the cold tea left. I quickly clean up the mess and check my phone it see it is already ten pm. I decide I might as well go to bed for there was another pointless UN meeting tomorrow. I just hope I am placed next to France like I was today but countries sit where ever they want to. I had a slim chance.

I turned off all the lights and headed to my bedroom striping into only boxers and climbing into my cold bed. As fast as I lied down I fell asleep of the thought of Francis one day being in my bed too, string arm holding me into a warm loving embrace.


Okay so I know it is short but I'll try to update again by the end of this month!

K out!