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Summary: France and Britain's diaries. (FrUK!)
Dear Diary,
I don't know what to do. Usually I would know exactly what to do – I am not known as the 'country of love' for nothing – but, somehow this is different. Je me sens différent. I don't know how to describe the feeling that I have…around him. I have gone out with hundreds of girls, but none of those relationships were ever serious. I don't want to say anything, for I do not want to ruin the friendship we already have….
Francis
Dear Diary,
That bloody frog's messing with my mind, I swear it! Every time he's around me, he gets too close for comfort. He says…'things' that make me want to vomit and he's…he's…he's just a bastard! Even so…when…when he turns up at my door I can't ever seem to turn him away. There's just something about that frog…he's such a wanker.
Arthur
Dear Diary,
Mon cœur! It aches with every passing day that I have to spend with mon Angleterre! He is simply adorable; I cannot help myself! I visit him more and more frequently, for I love to see his face, even frowning, and hear his voice, even if he's insulting moi…
Francis
Dear Diary,
I…I don't know what happened today. One minute, I was in the kitchen with France, and the next thing I know, we're on the floor and he's …whispering 'things' to me, and…and then we…I can't even write it. It's not happening. It never happened.
Arthur
Dear Diary,
Mon dieu! I have never known such a stubborn man! I tried to approach him about what happened earlier but he's in denial, and even slammed the door in my face! Literally! It hurt! But, I cannot hold a grudge. Merde, I think I'm…I must be in…love.
Francis
Dear Diary,
No, shut up, go away, fuck off…does that wanker not understand the meaning of 'No'? Well…obviously not because I'm sure I said it many times when we…when we were…NOT DOING ANYTHING! God, I can't deal with this. I'm going down the pub.
Arthur
Dear Diary,
Fortune smiles on moi, for Angleterre turned up at my door last night, drunk as a Brit (Ahonhon) et requesting a place to stay the night. What else was I meant to do? And, for your information, I did not take first advantage of the situation. He was the one suddenly straddling moi, et kissing moi passionately. It's only polite to return such a gesture, oui? Last night was fun, et he even told me he loved me…I know it's only drunken rambling that cannot be taken seriously, but it was still nice to hear those words from his lips.
Francis
Dear Diary,
Oh god. Oh God. OH GOD! Why the hell did I go to France's place? Why couldn't I have just gone home? Let me tell you, waking up in France's bed with a hangover and sore – never mind what – was not a pleasant experience. Trust that perverted old frog to take advantage of me when I'm in such a state.
Arthur
Dear Diary,
Je t'aime, mon Angleterre.
Francis
Dear Diary,
France…told me he…loves me. What did I do? Well I…before or after he kissed me? … Alright fine, I told him…I love him too. And kissed him back. And invited him into house. And did the other thing. God, I'm glad no one reads this.
I love you, France.
Arthur
Germany closed both diaries with a faint blush on his cheeks. Italy sat across from him, silent for once, and Japan just looked vaguely ashamed.
"Well, maybe we shouldn't have taken France and England's diaries. Next time, we'll try America's, ja?" Germany decided.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to steal the Allies diaries.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Review please!
