Tag-
"It's always been a game of tag between the two of us hasn't it? I chase you and then you chase me. But when I finally decide to stop moving you're shoving me. Trying to get me to run away or chase after you."
France stared at him straight on; he wasn't moving, he was just waiting patiently. Patience, out of the two of them it was difficult to tell who was more patient, today it seemed Francis won that title. Because England since this morning has been feeling restless, having little good sleep and thoughts on a runaway train he couldn't help but want to pick a fight with the source of all his troubles -the source of a thousand years' worth of trouble.
They stared at each other. And a fear suddenly overtook the former British Empire, ruler of the world and seven seas. A fear that he didn't like to face often it was one that he has been running away from for most of his long and unnatural life.
"Why would we ever stop playing?"
The nation of France stepped forward closing the space in between them. His arms came up and held England into him. The Englishman stiffens, turning into stone within the Frenchman's soft embrace. The younger nation was overwhelmed by France's beautiful scent…
"To play a new game."
-you're it!
Ah, FrUK, how I love you so. I love you so much and yet I didn't have anything written for you. Well this is just to prove to the people that stalk me that yes I am still alive. And yes I do plan on finishing Bullets With butterfly Wings, I'm just experiencing major writer's block for that. I need more practise!
I hope you've enjoyed this short one-shot. FrUK is a wonderful thing isn't it~? Please review! 333