Author's note: So... I'm back! I know I haven't uploaded anything in the past... I don't know months, but I've had this little itch to come back. I like seeing my stories up on and having people read them...
This story I originally wrote on my Tumblr. If you wanna check it out, just look up Germanium45. It's FrUk. My favorite :3
As we all know, England has always hated France's affectionate manner. He hated how France was always getting as close as he could to hug him, to try and seduce him, and give his butt a quick squeeze. He hated how he tried to sneak in kisses, intimate words, proposals to 'get out of here and have some fun'. He hated how he managed to make him blush, stutter, and maybe-JUST MAYBE-consider some of his plans.
But… there were times in which he was grateful he like his affectionatcy.
July 4th. The day America left. That day was always there in England's mind, never about to leave. He could remember the rain, America's gun pointed at him, the words. They clashed. England pointed his gun. It fell. And so did he. The tears. The emptiness in his body.
"I remember when you were great..."
In the present day, England coughed covered his mouth. Blood ran down his fingers and palm when he looked back at his hand. He felt like he wanted to cry. To just curl up in a room and cry. Maybe he would get drunk off his arse later, just to cope with the pain...
Something warm grabbed his clean hand, and he jumped.
"My my, angleterre. Jumpy, are we?"
He looked beside him to see France, smiling at his tension.
"S-Shut up! I'm fine, you stupid frog."
"Sil vous plait. You're bleeding." France took a tissue from a nearby table. He wiped England's lips and chin. As he started with his hand he said, with a hint of sadness in his tone,
"Today's ze day for you, isn't it? Ze day 'e left."
England remained silent, hanging his head slightly.
"Yes. It is."
"Are you ok?"
"Of course not, idiot. And America is ok. This day is all about him, he doesn't give a damn about how I feel. And why the hell are you caring about me now?"
"Because I know 'ow you feel. You cannot 'ide your feelings from moi, Angleterre."
He finished with his hand, and laced their fingers together. England opened his mouth to object, but France interrupted,
"Only for today."
He led him into the meeting room, England's thick eyebrows angled up slightly. When he saw America, talking and laughing with Japan and Italy, he tensed up. France squeezed his hand, letting him know he was there.
England squeezed back, unadmittedly happy he was there.