I bit my lip, I could feel the bad feelings radiating off of my body as I watched. Alfred, the man who I helped become a country, the man I loved, his arms around her waist, pulling her into a loving kiss. I could feel the tidal wave of disappointment crushing me like it has been for years. This time it ached even more. -She- was kissing him...they where in love. I stood by and watched as I was being pushed away and forgotten. Of course Alfred never took me seriously, I was just "like an older brother" to him. He had her, why would he want me? Someone who 'didn't know how to have fun' or was an 'old friendless country'.
But still. Why didn't he see me like her saw her...? Like the way I saw him...
No!
These are stupid thoughts. I turned tail and booked it, trying to get far away from them. I heard her soft laughs echo down the hallway as I felt tears stinging my eyes.
"Why...can't I just move on...?" I scolded myself, "he just doesn't like yo-"
oomph! I slammed into someone and we both fell on our arses. "Oh my apologies, I-" I saw who it was and couldn't help but glare, seeing the Frenchman dust himself off, those sapphire blue eyes capturing mine.
"What are you doing here, Francis?" He laughed a bit awkwardly as he stood up, offering me his hand, which I declined, standing up on my own.
"Just on my way to find Alfredo. He has something of mine, and I want it back-"
"We'll he's busy sucking the face off of Natasha. So I wouldn't bother them, it's quite sickening."
Even I could even hear the bitterness in my voice. Francis chuckled, "Oh young love. So sweet, no?"
I grimace, "No, it's disgusting. You can hear the suction from their lips..."
I shuddered as Francis laughed. I pouted as he wrapped an arm around me, grinning. I glared at him and started to push him off.
"Get away, Frog!" I hissed as he sighed and let go. I was blind to see the hurt in his eyes, though he played it off and grinned. "We'll since you're here, why don't you join me for lunch?" I smiled wickedly, still hurt from earlier events, "Thanks but no thanks. I need to get home." Francis grinned, "Are you sure-?" I clenched my jaw, "Yes I'm sure, damn it! Why wouldn't I be." I felt a few hot and angry tears leak from my eyes, "Are you okay, mon ami?" He asked, concern in his eyes as he whipped a tear off his cheek.
I blushed and swat his hand away, "Y-Yes," my voice cracked, "I have to go! Goodbye, Francis!" I turned back to the direction I was running and took off, now unable to stop my tears. I didn't know that Francis was watching me run, watching me sadly as I ran off.
I jumped into my car and sped off, driving at an incredible speed. My car roared passed the others, blowing them out of my way. Hot tears trickled down my cheeks as it blurred my vision. I soon got stuck in traffic, bumper to bumper. Of course. I clenched my stealing wheel, my knuckles turning white as I sat inpetiently. "Damn this traffic!"
I crawled towards the closest light and swearved into turning lane. I could barely see what car where coming, but I inched up behind the car in front of me. The person sat in the turning lane as no cars passed by. Typical, texting.
"GAH MOVE IT!" I yelled. The person still didn't pay attention, so when I could, I got into the other lane and swearved quickly, trying to make a u-turn-...
BAM!
Everything went black...