AN: All right, so how are we enjoying the drama so far?
I swear Alastair is not being a douche on purpose. He just is trying to protect his sister. I mean the guy became a 'dad' at like 22. While his friends were going out partying he has to work and care for another person. Major responsibility. Doesn't help he got her in those teenage years.
PunkFemEngland! I really don't mean for her to come off as slutty. She really is trying to move past Francis. She can't help she has a type though. Romania is that one friend we all have who knows what's best for us but gives the message harshly.
I feel Francis is always portrayed as a sex crazed lech. Here he is still a horndog, but with a more mature, brotherly air.
Okay so the drama train doesn't stop here. More to come my loves! I tried to make all the French pretty self-explanatory. I may go back to write translations. Constructive comments and favs are love! I only own the story!
Elizabeth sat on her bed clutching the stuffed mint bunny Francis had given her for her birthday last year. She buried her face into the plushie's fur and smelled him which only made her sob harder.
"I made a mistake and I'm sorry,"
Francis' words played over and over again in her head like some kind of cruel chant.
"I…knew this…would happen," the blonde hiccupped between sobs. "I knew he…he couldn't love me. Not…not like I…love him,"
'Did he actually say that?' the cruel little voice asked with an odd lilt.
'You can be quiet. This is your fault. If I just buried my feelings I'd still have him,'
'Really? You haven't lost him yet, you know,'
'I think he was pretty clear when he called what happened a 'mistake'. Seems pretty cut and dry to me,'
'So you're giving up?'
'Yes. I learned something today,'
'Oh, and what is that?'
'Love is pain,'
'So you're just never going to love anyone?' the voice asked incredulously.
'No, sadly that isn't possible, but if I keep everyone at arm's length then it will hurt less. Unrequited love is better than actual love,'
'That's stupid,'
'Well it's all I have. So it's what I'll do,'
'You'll have to let someone in someday. You can't always run from your feelings,'
'Not if I can help it,'
'Fine! Have fun being alone forever,'
"That's fine. I'm use to being alone," Elizabeth whispered as she cried herself to sleep.
Francis lay in bed as the events of the day played over and over in his head.
"I love you," She had said before her lips had pressed to his. His fingers absently traced his lips as he recalled the feel of her lips. It had been so wrong for them to kiss. They were practically family, and yet it had felt so…So right!
Electricity had shot through his body and frozen him in place. He had been just about to return the kiss when Alastair had come in. Only then did he feel what happened was wrong.
Then when he left she had called his name with such anguish. It had taken all his will power to not turn around and go to her. He knotted his hands in his hair and growled in frustration.
His emotions were so conflicting and all over the place that it was giving him a headache.
"Deep breazhs, Francis. Juzt breazh and zhink zhis zhrough," he said aloud and took several calming breathes.
"Okay, zo Elisabet lovez me more zhan az a brozher. Zince we aren't actually related zhat makez zhe kiss okay. Zhe only reazon I zhought it waz wrong waz becauze I zee her az mon soeur. If I ztep back and zhink of 'er now…"
Francis closed his eyes and thought of the blonde girl. She was barely fourteen and just blossoming into a woman. She is an attractive girl, but as his thoughts began to wander down that road he became disgusted with himself. He is freaking eighteen and shouldn't be thinking of a fourteen year old like that.
"I'll juzt 'ave to talk to 'er when I zee 'er next. Zhis iz probably juzt zome zilly school girl crush. Once we talk everyzhing will be az it waz before," Francis said aloud, but somewhere deep in his heart he knew that things would never be the same again.
Three and a half weeks passed before the pair saw each other again. Elizabeth wouldn't say she had been avoiding Francis. It was just harder to see each other since Alastair made it a point to walk the Brit to school in the morning. During the day school kept them separated since they were in different grades that rarely mixed. That left after school, but again Alastair had a way of checking up on Elizabeth. The older Kirkland had Elizabeth check in with their neighbor an eccentric Polish man named Feliks.
This day, however, the Brit was greeted with a surprise. When she knocked on Feliks door to check in she was shocked to find Francis answered the door.
"Mon lapin, it iz zo good to zee you," the Frenchman said with a happiness that did not reach his eyes.
"Francis?! What are you doing at Feliks'?" the English girl asked incredulously.
"I played 'ookie today zo I could get to know your neighbor and convince 'im to let me zpeak to you," the blonde man said simply.
"It's like totally cool. He's like a totally awesome guy and your brother is like so lame for keeping you two apart. I've totes got this," Feliks called from inside the apartment.
"Merci, mon ami. I will be sure to bring you zhose 'air productz zhis weekend," the blue eyed man said as he made to depart.
"Sounds good. Laters," the Polish man said as the door closed.
The two teens now found themselves alone in the hallway. An awkward silence fell upon them and seemed to stretch on for hours.
"I've mizzed you," Francis said breaking the silence, but did not look at the younger girl.
"I've missed you as well, but you shouldn't have done this. Alastair will kill you if he finds out," the Brit replied but did not look at the Frenchman.
"You let me worry about zhat. Right now we need to talk about zhe last time we zaw each ozher,"
"No we really don't,"
"Oui, we do,"
"Francis, it was a mistake. You said so yourself. I had a silly little crush, but now I'm over it. So let's go back to the way things were before,"
Silence fell between them again and they still did not look at each other.
Suddenly, Francis stepped forward and pulled Elizabeth into a hug.
"Zhat zounds good. I don't know what I would do wizhout my little zister," the blue eyed man said with an odd note to his words.
"I'm glad things haven't changed between us," the green eyed girl said returning the hug, but knew deep in her heart that there was no going back.
Time passed and to Elizabeth's great displeasure her world took a downward turn. Anger became her default emotion and a permanent scowl graced the blonde's face. Fights with Alastair became more frequent and vicious. Alastair had remained adamant that she and Francis were to remain separated. The pair had the occasional get together at Feliks', but soon school pressures brought those moments to a stop. The school year ended quickly and Francis graduated. The Frenchman's mother had him start working for the Ad agency where she was employed immediately after school was done. All these changes made it impossible for the two to see each other.
While this brought great distress to the Brit it was also a great relief. Her love for Francis was still very deep, but it angered her greatly to have to bury those feelings while around him. She tried to forget her feelings for Francis, but to no avail. No matter what or who she turned to for a distraction he was always there in her thoughts.
"Francis! Francis!" Elizabeth panted as she ground her hips urgently against the blonde man's hips she straddled.
"Name's Mathias, sweetheart," the blonde man said as he pulled himself back from the Brit to look at her with blue eyes.
'They're the wrong shade,' the blonde thought and that suddenly pissed her off.
"Do you want to snog or not?" the English girl growled and pulled the tall man's face to hers.
'Damn, why did I think that? Why did I call him by that frog's name?' the green eyed girl thought angrily as the blonde man moved from her lips to her neck instantly silencing her thoughts. She tangled her hands in his hair and again ground her hips.
"Want to go back to my place?" Mathias whispered huskily in Elizabeth's ear making the Brit shudder.
"I thought you'd never ask," the green eyed girl responded as she slid clumsily from his lap in her intoxicated state. The blonde man rose from his seat and took hold of the English girl's hand. He led her through the crowded club toward the exit. They had barely made it out to the street when Mathias suddenly lurched forward and tumbled to the ground taking Elizabeth with him.
"What the bloody Hell?" the blonde girl exclaimed as she clambered drunkenly off the blue eyed man and rose to her feet. Upon standing the English girl found herself facing an angry looking blonde man with a cross clip in his hair.
"Mathias, what are you doing with this tramp?" the blonde asked as his violet eyes bore into Elizabeth.
"Oh, Lukas, there you are. Look I found us a girl to have a three way with," Mathias said as he clumsily rose to his feet. He then threw an arm over the green eyed girl's shoulders and kissed her cheek sloppily.
"She's a pretty one and she's a punk. You like punk girls, right?"
The angry blonde, Lukas apparently, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head in frustration.
"Why is it that when you're drunk you are suddenly straight?"
Abruptly, the smaller blonde grabbed the tie that Mathias was wearing and jerked it roughly. This caused it to tighten and cut off the blue eyed man's air supply.
"We're going home now, moron, and you will be sleeping on the couch," Lukas said as he began walking away still holding on to the tie. Mathias released Elizabeth and tugged desperately at the offending necktie. He was forced to follow the smaller man if he wished to live.
Elizabeth stood dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly went to her default of anger.
"Bloody fucking wonderful!" the Brit exclaimed and kicked at the sidewalk and dug into her purse for her mobile.
"Better call Ioana to take us home since my night is shot," the blonde found the sought after device and quickly dialed her Romania friend.
"Hello?"
"Ioana, where are you? I need a lift home,"
"What happened to your 'Francis replacement'?" Ioana teased.
"I told you to stop calling all the guys I hook up with that. They don't all look like Francis," Elizabeth growled into the phone.
"Oh, please. Every single guy you have ever been with has had blonde hair and blue eyes. Just like a certain Frenchman I know,"
"Remind me of three,"
"There was the Swedish guy, the Dutch guy, the Estonian guy, and the guy you were with tonight. If there is a blue eyed blonde anywhere near you, you will hook up with him,"
"Whatever! I still need a ride. Are you still in the night club?" the English girl said angrily and massaged her forehead.
"No. When I saw you getting 'friendly' with that Danish guy I decided to find a 'friend' of my own. I kind of have him tied up right now,"
"So you just left me here? Why are we friends again?"
"Because we've known each other since primary school and I'm one of maybe three people who know you aren't the angry bitch you make yourself out to be. A walk home will do you a world of good. Oh gotta go. He's managed to slip out of my bindings,"
The phone line went dead and the blonde girl stood staring at her mobile.
'I swear the next time I see her I'm going to pull out that fang of hers,' Elizabeth thought angrily as she kicked a nearby bin.
"Now, what do I do?" the Brit muttered as she started trudging in the direction of her flat. A crisp fall wind blew around the blonde causing her to shudder. Her fishnet stockings, black mini skirt, and torn Union Jack t-shirt did nothing for keeping her warm. She rubbed at her bare arms and sighed heavily.
"I'll freeze before I even make it half way home," the green eyed girl grumbled and glanced at her mobile.
'Ioana is no help and I can't call Sigrid. She's still mad from the last time we went out. I could call…' Elizabeth shook her head violently before she could finish her thought. 'No! Absolutely not! I'll welcome death before I'll call him,'
Twenty minutes later and one particularly cold breeze later Elizabeth dialed a very familiar number. Francis answered on the fourth ring.
"'ello?"
"Francis,"
"Elisabet? What'z wrong? Merde, do you know what time it iz?"
"I need you to come get me," the English girl said bluntly.
"What? Where are you?" the Frenchman asked and Elizabeth could picture him absently trying to fix his hair.
"I'm maybe two blocks from that new nightclub that opened a month ago,"
The line went deathly silent for a moment before Francis responded.
"Elisabet why, my under age friend, are you at a nightclub on zchool night? Ezpecially one zhat iz on zhe ozher zide of zhe city?"
The Brit flinched slightly at the very aggravated tone of the blue eyed man's voice.
"Alistair was being a particularly spectacular bastard tonight and I needed to blow off some steam," the emerald eyed girl said unapologetically and heard Francis sigh heavily on the other side of the line.
"Are you in a safe place?"
"There's a pub called The Shamrock and Thistle. I'll wait there for you,"
"Bon," and with that the line went dead. Elizabeth sighed and trudged over to the pub.
"Could this night get any worse?"
Character list:
Elizabeth Kirkland=FemEngland
Francis Bonnefoy=France
Alastair Kirkland=Scotland
Alawn Kirkland=Wales
Aaron Kirkland=N. Ireland
Sigrid=FemNorway
Ioana=FemRomania
Michelle=Seychelles
Oh, honey, you never ask if it can get worse. Hope y'all enjoyed! See you next chapter!