Act 2: French Film (FRUK)

It had been two weeks since America had run off with Canada and all Britain could do was sit and stare at his dirty shoes in some random café. He even refused to drink the tea he had ordered hours ago. His eyes were red and stained from crying. Today was Valentine's Day, a day he hoped to spend it with the one he loved most. Then, an equally depressed figure slumped into the café and sat at the table adjacent to his own. This miserable person was none other than Canada's ex-lover, France.

"My my, if it isn't the toad," said Britain halfheartedly. He didn't really feel like arguing, it was more a reflex.

"I thought I was a frog?" France replied in a similar tone, hitting his head on the table.

"Same… bloody… thing…"

They sat there, backs to each other. The air becoming even more fowl than before. You could take the tension in the air, wrap it up, and give it as a gloomy gift to someone you hate; and they hated each other very much… at least, that's how it seemed to them?

"Whats the matter Britain? Put off your tea?"

"Whats the matter France? Just realized no one loves you?"

"Everyone loves me Angleterre."

"That's not what Canada said."

"America didn't say so either."

"Wanker."

"Bushy Brow."

It was quiet again. Then France became kind of an ass.

"Maybe you don't actually love him."

"What the bloody-"

"Hear me out on this. I mean did you two ever…"

"What the bloody-"

"NO! Hmm I think, it was you admiring America, or remembering him as a child. Getting close to him again, your desire to be his brother, at least that's how it seemed to me."

"Where did this come from?"

"I've seen you and America from time to time, trust me, I think I would know this sort of thing, I am france after all!"

England punched him in the jaw, then he looked into his cup.

"Maybe you're right France… perhaps it was all an admiration? I- I loved him to bits, but maybe I didn't love him… at least not like that."

England frowned at this, a sad frown. France was confused, "Why are you making that face? If you never really loved him then you should be happy, you can go on and never look back at the oaf." England looked down at his cooling cup of tea, not once glancing back up, "It's just… I've been around for so… long. I would have thought by now I'd have had a real love of my own. One I could look back on, and look forward to continuing. It's true America and I were romantic friends, but that was all we were, friends. We were a match that could never love."

France started to understand this English gentleman just a little bit more. France smiled at his friend/ enemy.

"What? Something on my face?"

France nodded no, but continued to stare. England furrowed his eye brows together and blushed in frustration, "Then stop staring."

England tried to cover up the redness by drinking his cold tea.

"Want to know a secret?" asked France.

The two pairs of eyes met. There was a pause as a rather loud car passed by.

"I too have never really been in love." England was shocked! France? Never once falling in love? It came as a shock.

"What! Y- You're kidding me!"

"Oh but I wish I was Mon Ami."

"Y- You're kidding me!"

"I already said I wasn't."

"Y- You! Of all people! You! You have never been in love!"

France nodded, "Not once, but I might have come close, once."

England calmed down a little, "W- With Canada I assume?" France smirked, "No, now that I think about it, He and I were like you and America."

"Then Who?"

England was so curious, was there really a person France actually cared about?

"Hes a strong man, with such a noble heart, and cute face. He has the best eyes to look into for long periods of time. A true gentleman. The one I believe im in love with… is you England."

"Y-You must be joking…"

"No, remember the calendar?"

"Yes but that was so you wouldn't die?"

"Its true I didn't want to not, not before I married you. It was a win win."

"Y-You mean- you actually- you love me?"

England was throwing a spasm, he didn't want to be in love with the frog price?

"You bloody frog that's too bad! I don't even like you!"

"That works for me because I was joking," France snickered.

England became bashful again and avoided looking at the Frenchman, "Then who?"

"Me of course! A hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh hon!"

After that France paid the bill, because England made him, and they went their separate ways. As France walked home, he looked up at the clouds, maybe he shouldn't have lied to England about his feelings? Then again he would have been rejected, although the red in Britain's cut eface implied otherwise. It didn't matter now, he would try again next year, by then he would have Britain's heart, he was very sure of this. Until then he will just continue to keep England's attention on him by getting into more and more fights… with lots of physical contact.

Tono Time!

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