Brother!France X Sister!Reader X England
She Left... Happily
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He was on his knees, begging her not to leave him.
She was frustrated and angry, rather pissed off at his behaviour.
With another huff, she asked:
"Why should I?"
"Because you love moi! Et je t'aime! Ne me quitte pas!"
Not containing her anger anymore, she (literally) screamed at him those following words.
"Because I love you?! And because you love me?! That is the most STUPIDEST reason AND excuse I have heard in my entire life from you! I was always there for you when you needed me; When some long-term girlfriend of yours broke up with you, I was the shoulder you cried on! And when you had a nightmare and wanted someone near, I would always let you climb into bed and sleep next to me! And how do YOU treat me back, huh?! TU ME TRAITES COMME MERDE! ET JE SUIS MALADE D'ELLE!"
He flinched at the tone she was using on him, showing that he obviously wasn't used to... that.
"I did not-"
"YOU DID! EVERYTIME WHEN WE TRY TO GO OUT TO DO SOMETHING TOGETHER, YOU FORGET ABOUT ME AND FLIRT WITH EVERY WOMAN THAT COMES INTO YOUR SIGHT; AND THEN I AM FORCED TO EITHER WAIT UNTIL YOU ARE FINISHED FLIRTING OR GO HOME! YOU NEVER PAY ANY ATTENTION TO ME, EXCEPT FOR THE MOMENTS WHEN YOU NEED A SHOULDER TO CRY ON OR WHEN NO ONE WANTS TO CUDDLE WITH YOU OR SOMETHING! HELL, YOU DON'T NOTICE ME LIKE YOU DO NOT NOTICE POOR MATTHEW, AND WE LIVE IN THE VERY SAME HOUSE! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW I FEEL?!"
"Mon amour, please calm-"
"NON! JE NE SE CALME PAS! ET NE M'APPELLES PAS 'TON AMOUR'! PARCE QUE JE NE SUIS PAS TON AMOUR!"
That seemed to hurt the Frenchman that was on his knees before her.
"Quoi...? Tu n'es pas mon amour...?"
"BIEN SÛR QUE NON!"
The female, whose actual name was (name) Bonnefoy, turned to leave, muttering a seemingly last sentence to her brother and Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy.
"J'en ai fini avec toi. Au revoir, Francis,"
She took her steps to the door, just wanting to leave the World Conference her brother - the personification of France - has dragged her to. But he - being as desperate as he is - snaked his arms around her waist, crying literally into her back, begging with a broken voice:
"S'il te plaît, ne me quitte pas... Je t'aime tellement..."
(name), who couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty into making her big brother cry, was determined to leave him, for his and her sake. She was actually leaving with England - France's biggest rival if it was about his sister - but he didn't know that. He only knew that she was leaving. She calmly replied:
"Non, Francis. Je t'ai donné une chance, mais tu manqué. C'est ta faute que je quitte,"
"...Pourquoi...?"
His voice sounded so broken; Like he hadn't used it in ages, and like he was crying for hours without end. (name) - who never thought of saying those words to her brother - said...
"Parce que je te hais,"
Even though it broke (name)'s heart to say those words to her brother, she needed to. She needed to make him realize his mistakes, to learn from them, and to do better next time. And even though it was a lie - she actually loved her brother very much, no matter if he didn't pay any attention to her - it needed to be said.
France's eyes shot opened, tears unconsciously falling down his face. He was shocked, to say the least. His own sister - whom he actually cherished very much - hated him...? Not able to bear this thought, his arms became limp, and fell down to his sides. His face turned towards the ground - which seemed like the most interesting thing right now. And his eyes seemed to lose every emotion they once held.
Not being able to comprehend what he just heard from his own blood-related sister, he only could hear those sentences.
"Come on; Let's leave, England,"
"Yes, love,"
He didn't dare look up, afraid that he'll have a breakdown once he makes eye contact with her. But he managed to get a sentence out from his sore throat.
"Au moins me dire où tu vas..."
(name) - who had already put her jacket on - muttered back:
"Je vais vivre en Angleterre pendant environ moitié d'une année, avant que je décide de rester ou retourner à (country name),"
France's mind went blank, and the only thing he managed to do was letting his mouth shape an 'O'-form.
That was when she and England left together.
And he couldn't keep it in anymore.
He had a total breakdown, in front of all the other countries.
It's been about a half year since that has happened. And it that past half year, you didn't have any contact with your big brother. It pained you, but you had to, someday. Arthur talked to you about the thing with your brother Francis, and you told him what you said (he doesn't speak French, you know?) and why you said it. And you were grateful that he completely understood why you did it.
But today was the day you had to decide on whether to stay in (or with) England, or to fly back to (country name). And believe it or not; England was actually nervous. He has enjoyed your stay with him this half year very much, and he actually couldn't believe himself when he admitted to himself that he has fallen in love you.
You called England downstairs, and motioned for him to sit on his own couch (Like A Boss). An awkward silence fell over the both of you, as both of you sipped your tea, not quite wanting this moment of peace to end. But eventually you spoke up.
"...I have decided whether to stay or not,"
England's eyes shot open. Nervously, he replied:
"A-And what is you answer, love...?"
You smiled sweetly at him, something that always made him melt inside. And not to mention that it made his stomach do flips, and his legs wobbly.
"...I want to stay here,"
As those words left your mouth, he couldn't contain his happiness. Without even thinking properly of what he was doing, he crashed his lips onto yours, and snaked his arms around your waist, catching you off-guard. You, giving a little squeak, blushed, but kissed back and put your arms around his neck.
England, who seemed to finally realize what he was doing, broke the kiss panting heavily, apologizing all over the place, that even Flying Mint Bunny had to facepalm.
"I-I'm so sorry (name), I don't know what came over me, that was not gentleman like and-"
You cut off his rambling with a kiss. When you pulled away, you had to suppress your laughter and his confused, but crimson red face.
"Who said I didn't like it?"
He couldn't help but smile, and pull you into another kiss.
"Wonderful, my love...~"
~*Extended endiiiiiiiing~*~
After your little confession time, you and Arthur started dating, and you were as happy as you can be. You eventually sorted out things with your big brother Francis and became close once again. He made sure that he didn't forget you, and even your nephew Matthew got more attention, which actually made him happier.
Even though Francis didn't approve of your relationship at first, he sat down with Arthur and talked it through with him. He also asked you if you were sure about that - to which you replied 'yes', of course - and threatened him to kill him if he hurt you in any way.
Surely you guys had your ups and downs, but you always got through, sticking by each others side. And everyone supported you guys.
Could you have been any happier than now if things went differently?
That is a good question.
And the answer is 'no'~!
'She Left... Happily'
