I'll probably end up ripping this page out of this journal and burning it so no one can ever read it except me, but I think there are some things that need to be said. It doesn't matter if I am the only man on earth who even catches a glimpse of these words, as most of them will be affirmation of what I already know and think. The only reason I'm even putting pen to paper today is just to throw some reality at myself.
Because the reality is, I'm in love with him.
Even though he has a reputation amongst the other countries, even though he can be a foppish twit when he wants to be (mainly every hour of the day), even though he has those damn manipulative eyes that could separate pure iron with just a steely glance. Oh, those eyes... it's impossible not to listen to the bastard when those damn sapphire eyes lock directly with mine, as if he can see right through me.
Those eyes have got me into some situations I never thought I'd get into, and a lot of trouble at the same time. At least he can be there to downplay my most likely bright red face.
I'm not a man of many great words - although as a traditional gentleman it should be in my nature. But, what words I can legibly string together could tell an epic tale of my love and adoration for that idiotically romantic French fool. Yes, I know it's unheard of that two nations constantly at each other's throats could feel that way about one another, but that's just the way it is. If anyone has a problem with it, they can shove it up their arse, with two former pirates on defense.
It's not conventional... but it's us.
- Arthur