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Chapter 2

England's POV

I woke up in a daze. God, what had happened last night? What did I do, lord my head was in pain. I sat up keeping my eyes shut hiding from the light. God why did the light hurt so much? You would think after so many I would stop getting hangovers. I only prayed that I wasn't waking up in Scotland's bathtub again wearing a pink dress with nothing underneath. I quickly flashed my emerald eyes open for only a second, then quickly shut them, hiding from the damn light. Nope, it looked like I was in a bedroom. A very familiar bedroom, maybe America saw I was drunk and took me back to his place, or Canada. I decided to lie back in the bed and hide under the covers. I kept my eyes sealed shut from the light. Sooner or later America would probably try to wake me up with a can of Coca-Cola and a hamburger. Those were American hangover cures. Greasy food and sugary drinks, most Americans don't even know that Coca-Cola was first invented specifically for hangover. They work alright I suppose, better than constantly drugging yourself with pain meds and wearing sunglasses all day.

I laid back and tried to relax when suddenly I felt two strong arms pull me against a smooth strong chest.

Was this wanker in the bed with me?! What the bloody hell did that idiot think he was doing?! I tried to move around when suddenly I was met with a familiar scent.

It was a scent that I remembered but couldn't for the life of me place it. It was this kind of manly smell. One that real men seemed to have, as I moved I learned more about the person holding me. Their chest seemed to be hairy. Not hair as in they would look like a werewolf but hairy enough to be considered manly I guess, so in short it was definitely, for sure, not America who was in the bed with me. As I moved my forehead also encountered other hair, but this hair was pricklier, it was facial hair? I thought about it, who do I know would have facial hair, well Australia and Scotland certainly had prickle hair, but I was naked, one of them was my brother and the other was my son, no way would they be naked in a bed hugging me, who else could it be.

And then it hit me, hairy, a man, has facial hair, usually naked, it was France! I jumped back and happened to fall of the bed with the blankets. I ignored the burning in my eyes and the pounding in my head and just look at him.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing you frog?!" I shouted at him as I used the blanket to cover myself. "Why are you in the bed with me?! And why the fuck are we both naked?!" I demanded. He blinked lying on the bed and looking up at me.

"Good Morning to you too," he responded deadpan. I groaned.

"Good morning your face, answer my question you perverted skunk!" I shouted at him.

He sighed and sat up. He looked much like a cat as he did so. I let my eyes trail over his body. Just as I had predicted with my eyes shut. He was muscular, and in shape, and he had hair, but not too much hair, and if you ignored the fact that he had a girl's hair cut he definitely was manly. The way his unshaven face felt soooo good against my skin…

Wait, no! I was not just thinking that! No, it was an observation! Like how Sherlock Holmes makes observations, I was looking around at my surroundings and trying to make an educated guess as to what happened here. I was certainly not checking him out and I certainly did not enjoy looking at him. Or the way his hair and skin and…NO! I was trying to find answers!

"I would say that I am surprised you don't remember, but you kept insisting on drinking until you were beyond help…as usual," he said.

I blinked and tried to remember. I did recall America inviting me to a bar with everyone else, and I do recall going, but after that it all gets very blurry.

"A lot of the countries went out drinking last night and you joined them. You got piss drunk as usual and then I took you home before you started a fight with Yao, I took you home we had some wine and then I took you to my bedroom and we made sweet passionate love," he said plainly as he stretched. "What do you want for breakfast, I can make you anything your heart desires," he added going completely off topic.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa there Pepe le Pu, we did what?!" I demanded completely taken aback. He had to be joking! I mean sure putting both of us naked in a bed and then having him snuggle with me was a little too far to go to for a joke but still! He had to be joking! Me have sex with him? No, there is no way that would happen.

"We made sweet passionate love," he said simply. "Or were you asking about the drinking part?"

"You know very well which part I was asking about you damn frog! You took advantage of me!" I shouted at him angrily.

He blinked and looked at me surprised and then he was suddenly angry and offended. "I did not take advantage of you, what the hell are you talking about?! Whether you remember it or not would you think so low of me to accuse me of rape and take advantage of people for sex?!" he said.

"Yes, I would," I responded trying to match his anger. "I see how you are with tons of women, and how you walk around naked and try to get into people's pants!" I shouted at him.

He seemed to get angrier. "Yes, I flirt, I appreciate sex and the beauty of the human body, and yes I believe in love, but I also believe that love is not something that should be forced on or out of someone. Love is something that you give to someone and make with someone in hopes that they will give you theirs in return. I gave you my love I did not force it out of you, and I did not steal it from you when you were drunk either, for the record you came on to me. I tried to fight it at first but I fell vulnerable. Last night I gave you my love and I see now that that was a big mistake!" He shouted.

"Well I don't care about your love I don't want it," I blurted out, but as soon as they left my mouth I regretted them. I saw hurt surface from underneath the anger in his eyes and I knew it hit him hard. I felt as though I could see his Froggy little heart breaking behind his eyes and I felt a pain in my chest. It wasn't the same kind of pain like the one in my head from my hangover, no in a way this one seemed worse. It hit me deeper, and I knew from experience that it would last longer and be harder to get rid of. "Francis…"I said, realizing I had let my temper out of hand. "T-that…that's not what I meant," I told him, but it was too late, he got out of bed and began to grab his clothes. "France, please, wait," I begged and he turned to me angrily.

"You know Arthur, you are pathetic, you know that? I complain constantly about being alone but you push people away when they try to be close to you. You long to have really friends and to have people who love you, but when you actually have someone who wants to do that for you. Maybe that is why she always rejected you," he said as he pulled his pants on then stomped out. I sat on his bed and stared down at the sheets.

Maybe that is whyshealways rejected you

Why did he have to bring herup? The pain in my chest seemed to get stronger.

Was he right? Ever since sheleft, had I shut myself out from everyone else.

Her

My Dear Elizabeth, I sighed. Her death happened so long ago, yet the emotions were all still fresh for me. I loved her and cherished her, and even though she would never really give me the same emotions back I knew she felt the same way.

Is that what I have become? Was I doing what she did to me to France? Trailing him along? Was I hurting him just as he hurt me?

No, no, that wasn't true because I didn't love France, not like she loved me. She had to love me right? She loved me, but I don't love France, I was sure of that.

I sighed as I stood and got dressed. What the hell was I thinking? That damn frog was just trying to get in my head. I mean sure, we slept together, and last night wasn't the first time. This was just his game. He didn't love me, he just wants to use me, like all people and countries he had used. I was just another name to add to the list. He got his sex right? That's all he was after; he was just upset because I didn't fall for his stupid game like everyone else he had tricked. I was smarter. I didn't fall for his stupid lovetrick like the rest of them. I was smarter than his other bimbos. That's why he brought up herbecause he was angry, angry that his plan failed.

That was it.

He didn't love me. I was just another person to sleep with.

I felt the pain in my heart begin to get stronger again. I couldn't understand why? It's not like I liked him or anything.

Nope

I had not feelings for him. If anything I hated him more than anything else. His dumb sapphire blue eyes, and strong manly arms and smooth manly chest, and that scent that seemed to alluring and manly while also being tor curling worthy…

Gah what was I thinking? I shouldn't be thinking about him like that, he is my enemy.

My enemy

And only my enemy

And that was all.

Yup, I thought as I tried to convince myself, yet as I thought I began to feel even sadder. I looked around his room. I found my clothes and quickly gather them and got dressed. I should probably leave before he gets back. As I got dressed and made sure I had everything I need I left his house and found myself thinking again….

Looks like I am alone once again

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