They had finished their meal and a good portion of the alcohol. They sat, legs stretched parallel to each other in front of the smashed window watching the sunset, the slight breeze still lazily dancing strands of hair.
"How long do you think they're going to keep us here?" England wondered aloud, more to himself than anything.
"Tomorrow I'm sure, we can return back to reality and go back to hating each other again." Murmured France.
England turned the sentence over in his mind, the wine subduing his filter. "I quite like this reality."
France turned to England who was still lost in the beauty of outside, France smiled and placed his hand over England's and turned back to watch the pink and orange sky darken. The sun's light all but diminished. England wasn't sure why but the sight saddened him.
Author's notes: Sorry for such a short chapter, more on the way soon! Let me know what you think!