I started watching Hetalia and I really loved it! Now I have a lot of pairings in my mind and I can't look at maps anymore. I like EnglandXFrance. They are so funny together. My new OTP (now I have about 40 of those XD)

This is the first Hetalia fic that I wrote. Maybe there will be some OCC's.

Enjoy!

A blast from the past- part one

Do you how it feels to let go of the only person you will ever love because you didn't want to hurt them? This is a story about a man who sadly knows that feeling. The name of that man was Francis Bonnefoy.

Francis was a romantic person. He loved to flirt with women- even men sometimes-, go to parties, to drink wine and be carefree. That's how he was until he met Arthur Kirkland. You could say it was love at first sight. Francis and Arthur were what anyone would call the perfect couple. Everybody wanted what they had; knowing that kind of love was rare.

So what made Francis to let go of that kind of love? Just as was mentioned, Francis was a playboy. He wasn't the type of person who would settle down with one person for his entire life and Arthur was quite the opposite. When Francis realized things were getting serious between the two, he freaked out. The sudden realization of being in a committed relationship isn't taken well by playboys. Francis loved Arthur. Yet, Francis knew Arthur deserved a man who would also be interested in marriage and family. In addition, Francis knew he couldn't stay with one person for a long time and start cheating when he would have the chance. He decided to end things before he would hurt Arthur. There was another reason, which would not be revealed for now.

Was Francis content about that decision? The answer is very simple: no. He thought breaking up would do well for both of them. He couldn't be more wrong. He still remembered how hurt Arthur felt the day they broke up. That memory, of making the person you love cry and then making him/her hate you, have been hunting Francis ever since. Francis himself didn't understand at that moment he actually just made the worst mistake in his life.

He thought he would be happy returning to a life of a bachelor. However, the break up was hard for him and he was depressed for a long period. Hoping a one night stand would help him stop thinking about Arthur, he went to the bar. He was flirting with a beautiful woman, the prettiest among the women in the bar, but he couldn't go beyond that. The thought of kissing someone else, to have sex with someone else, felt so wrong.

This comprehension made Francis leave the woman immediately. He ran to Arthur's place, running as fast as he could. He reached the building and went up the stairs to the second level. There were three doors with different numbers on them. He reached door number four. He knocked loudly on the green wooden floor. He didn't stop until someone would open the door. After eight minutes, one of the neighbors was sick and tired from the knocking.

An old man came out of the apartment and noticed the French men. Though he was annoyed, his voice was calm. "Nobody leaves there anymore."

Francis stopped. The old man saw the agony in the young man's face. Being old, the man gained quite a lot of experience, just like any elderly man. Francis had an expression of a heartbroken man.

"I'm sorry for the noise," Francis said, intending to leave. The old man stopped him. He was told to wait for a moment and the old man went back to his apartment. Nowhere to go, Francis just waited. The old man returned and handed Francis an envelope. "I think this letter was left for you. You name is Francis, right?"

Francis was surprised. "Yes, that's me. How did you know?"

Without anymore words, the old man handed him the letter and went to his apartment. Thinking the man was a bit weird Francis looked at the envelope. His name was written on it, but anyone could claim it. He opened it. Inside, there was a letter from Arthur.

Eight years past by since the day Francis let go of his love. He didn't stop thinking about that day, nor the letter he received from Arthur. There was no day Francis didn't think about Arthur. He tried to imagine how their lives would look like if they were still together. They would probably live together under the same roof. They would get married, maybe even have kids. He hoped Arthur was happy. Though it hurts to even think about it, Francis hoped Arthur found love, someone who would look after him.

He was sitting in his office, enjoying a cup of coffee while working when his secretary walked in. She was beautiful, you could say she was Francis's type, but he never hit on her. In fact, realizing his feelings, Francis never moved on. He stopped being a playboy. His heart belonged to Arthur only. "Hello, Jean," he greeted her with a smile. "Please tell me that lunch is canceled."

Being the CEO of a successful company, Francis had to meet with big clients to maintain a good relationship. However, he didn't want to meet Alfred Jones, a rich man who owned a famous corporation. Alfred was annoying, ate only hamburgers and he couldn't stop talking about his adoptive child that for some reason looked like his husband. Alfred also chatted sometimes about him. The main reason he didn't want to hear about Alfred's life was because it was a reminder of what he lost. Moreover, Alfred was married to a guy named Arthur, what also reminded him about his lost.

"Actually," Jean said, "there is someone joining you."

"Really? Who would it be?" asked Francis.

"His husband, apparently," Jean backed off a little bit. "Do you want me to cancel?"

"It's okay," Francis sighed. He looked at a picture of him and his Arthur that was taken back when they were a newly couple. He stared at it every day. After hearing Arthur moved, he never stopped searching for him. He wanted to find him again.

After few hours, Francis left his office. He would meet Alfred in a restaurant, be nice to Alfred's husband, and make sure everything was fine and go back home. He reached the restaurant, which was only three blocks away from the company's building. It was a nice place, a little bit expensive, but he could easily afford it.

Then he heard Alfred's annoying voice. "Hey, Francis over here!"

"Don't be so loud in such place," said a man who was sitting in front of him. The voice of that man was familiar. He reached the table, still not noticing the third man. "Hello, Alfred, it's a pleasure to see you again," said Francis. Though Alfred was a bit annoying, he did like the man. Meeting so many times practically made them friends.

"Hello, Francis," greeted Alfred. "I want to introduce you someone."

Then Francis looked at the third man. Though he felt awkward, the man stood up. Alfred said: "that's my husband, Arthur Jones."

But for Francis he wasn't Arthur Jones. That man was Arthur Kirkland. The man Francis had been searching for eight years, stood in front of him.

Next chapter is written from Arthur's point of view. This will be a multi chapter fic. Please review^^