What Francis did over his break.

Now read and review please!! Also, Hercules is Greece, if you didn't know. And Kiku is Japan. And at the beginning, Alfred's voice sounds different on the phone. That's why Britta didn't recognize him. By the way, Francis is a rich kid. His father is a big CEO somewhere. His mother is dead.


(Britta's pov)

"Yes," she replied sadly to the phone call. "This is the Kirkland residence. How may I help you?"

"Ah hahahaha!!" Laughed a voice at the end of the line. "Well for starters, you could say I can come over." the strangely familiar voice chirped. The hell?.... who could this be? Have her days off effected her this badly?

"Why not." she said after a short pause. Then, "Who is this again?"

"Its Alfred," said the voice, and it made her star at the phone in front of her in horror. "Iggy!! I'll be over there in a jiffy!! Just wanted to see if you were ok with me coming and all!"

-click-

Doot. Doot. Doot.


(Francis's pov. Ok go!)

Francis was laying out on his king-sized bed. He was staring into space, and just thinking about what he did. His father had put him under house arrest until his suspension was over, and a month still after that. He didn't know why he was being punished this badly. His father hated her for some reason, ever since the time Francis let Britta into the mansion.

Francis could not be mad at Britta, though. He could never be mad at her. Because how could he? He loved her. That, and this ordeal was his fault technically....

Rejection, thy name is Britta. He isn't used to this bitter taste, he thought dramatically. He usually managed to get any girl he wanted into his... well, let's say bedroom for now. But he had known Britta for too long. She knew his weaknesses and strengths far too well for him to pull a stunt like that and it would actually work... He still remembered when they were young. Things were so much simpler back then, he morbidly pondered.

~~Childhood flashback time!!~~

"Francis!" a voice said. "Oi!! Francis!" it was Britta. He looked out of his window to see her standing in the nearby bushes. He jumped out of the(first story) window, then he smiled at her. She had came in her pirate outfit for some reason. "Let's go play!" she said, smirking. She would have made a good real pirate, thought Francis. So he took her hand, kissed it, and said, "Mais naturellement, ma dame."(But of course, my lady).

Her immediate reaction to this was a blank stare. Ella est trop!(she is too much), he thought affectionately. But when he looked back over at her, her face was getting red. Her brows were scrunching together. She was starting to cry.

"Egad!!" he said. "Britta, dearest, what is the matter?" worry was thick in his voice as he bent down to eye level with the girl.

"Y-you frooooggg!!" she said loudly. It's a good thing his nurse was still away, because he didn't want to be seen making a girl cry. Especially if he didn't know why.

"Quel est erroné, Britta ? Pourquoi pleurez-vous ?" (What is wrong, Britta? Why do you cry?) said Francis.

"Yo-you keep speaking in some weird language, an I don't know what your sayin, an I'm hungry!!" she managed to hiccup between sobs. Her green eyes were blurry from crying.

That was why she was crying? thought Francis, genuinely surprised at the notion.. Girls are strange, he thought, to cry over something trivial like that. You would never see him crying like that.

"There there, mon petit." (my little one) Would you like to come in for snacks? We are having cake and tea today..." he bribed to her, a hint of a smile growing on his face.

"Tea?" she said, eyes drying at once. "I guess..."

"Mervielleux!!(Wonderful!)" he exclaimed just a little too happily. There was a catch, and Britta could feel it coming. "And, I am sorry, But my father is against pirates of any kind. So do you please change?..."

She sighed. "For you Frog (and the prospect of tea), I'll change." She promptly, and grudgingly, started undressing.

Right in front of him.

He turned around, a blush rising on his face. He had accidentally seen her naked once, and he wasn't wanting to go through pain like that ever again. She hits too damn hard for a girl. Or maybe I'm just weak... ,he thought.

"Well?" said the voice from behind him. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!!"

He looked at her again. She was wearing a white shirt, and a nee-high pair of shorts. She looked so adorable!!, he thought. They hung the pirate outfit on a tree, so that it wouldn't get soiled. He then led her into his house. His nurse was the first of his father's staff that he saw.

His nurse had been wondering where he was, fretting anxiously. She didn't make too big of a deal though, because the boss wouldn't be too happy to know the young master was missing. She was about to give him a good talking too that he wouldn't soon forget. But then she saw Britta standing meekly behind him. She was staring up at her, holding on to the young master's shirt sleeve. The maid looked in the young master's eyes, and saw a silent plea that was practically screaming "Please don't embarrass me!!"

"Hello there!" she said cheerfully to the little one.

"Hullo there." said the little one cautiously. She stared at the maid. "I'm Britta. Who're you?"

And the maid replied, "I'm Francis's nurse. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Since the introductions were done, Francis stated "Could you please get us some cake, and some tea to go with it?" he turned to Britta." You like earl grey the best, right Britta?" The brit nodded.

His nurse ran off, and Francis took Britta to the Gazebo to eat. When the maid came down she gave them, their food, and then their privacy.

Britta was eating peacefully, content with the snacks .A joyful expression was cast all over her face. Francis was staring at her happily, and was about to offer his own cake to her after she was done. But then, a figure loomed over them. His shadow made both children look up at the same time.

"And just who is this?" The older man boomed, filling Francis with dread. Unlike Francis, this Frenchman had black hair sleeked down. He was a harsh man, who did not fool around as you, the reader, thought he did."What kind of scum are you consorting yourself with this time, Francis?".

Britta stared at him. After a minute, she spoke up. "I am Brittania Arthur Kirkland!! I am an English gentlewoman from the England in the United Kingdom of Great Briton. The real question here," she said as she looked into the surprised man's eyes, "Is who exactly are you?" Francis smiled at her bravery, beaming proudly.

He laughed. Francis hated that laugh, and his smile instantly fell. It was full his father's idea that he thought all people who weren't rich are ignorant. He just hated his father altogether. He wasn't the boisterous, happy man he had been when mother was alive, Francis thought.

"And you Francis," said the man "are skipping out on your homeschooling, aren't you?" Francis looked up at him. "Vous vous rendez compte que votre petit ami enfreint, droit? Je pense qu'il est temps qu'elle est partie. "

(You realize that your little friend is trespassing, right? I think it's about time for her to leave.)

Britta looked worried. Even though she couldn't understand what he just said, she could still see Francis's face . His expression became morbid fast. She stood, then took Francis's hand in her own. She started dragging him away, but the man called something out before Francis turned. "Soyez de retour avant l'obscurité, Francis."

They reached the woods, and the man was gone when they looked back.

Francis turned to her, and saw her trying to get her pirate outfit out of the tree. He took it from the tree, and handed it to her. "Thank you." she mumbled after getting her suit. She ran.

But he didn't want her to go. So why should he let her leave? He ran after her, and yelled: " Veuillez ne pas me laisser encore! !" (please do not leave me yet!!)

She stopped in mid run, and looked back. "My brothers are calling me," she managed to say between gasps. Francis heard nothing, but waited for her to finish. "and they sent Frier after me." he saw nothing when she pointed at the 'creature'.

She started off again, "Goodbye!!" she called, then she was gone.

"Je t'aime." he said softly.

(I love you)

~~flashback over!! (for now)~~

Even as a young child, he had still cared about her immensely, mused Francis.

"Oui, Je t'aime, Britta." he said sadly to himself. "But I've made a mistake in telling you so..."

(yes, I love you Britta)


Frier is a centaur. I may bring him up again.

I now feel kinda bad for making Francis a villain. It's because I watched this Hetalia mad.

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I thought it was good, but Francis will remain the bad guy.

I used babel fish for the translations, and if I'm wrong, then I'm sorry.

I had a dream!!! And it was the flashback. The dream was just so vivid that I had to write every detail I remembered. I'm sorry that it's so long!! Britta's voice sounds literally like a female version of Arthur's, just so you know.

I like to think of this chapter as filler. And the next one will be those days from Britta's pov. I'm sorry if I'm moving the story too fast, but this is my first story. I don't know how to pace myself.

I may base one-shots eventually about them...

Am I being uncharacteristic with my writing? I'm American, so Alfred's pov is easiest to write. I think I'm failing on Britta and Francis. I may have to make the rest of the story from Alfred's pov... comments?

I need criticisms to whip me into shape!! Reviews are the fuel of a fan fiction writer.

Alfred: Why are you making Iggy a victim?

Me: You need a damsel in distress.

Alfred: -Nods- Well, I am a hero!! Ah hahahaha!!

Me: And besides that, I just write what the story tells me too!!

Britta: I don't want to be a bloody damsel!! Change me right now, git!!

Me: I can't.

Britta: -glares- And why not?

Me: Because I can't change characters at will, I'm not god!!

Britta: .-_ .-

Alfred: -glomps Britta- At least Iggy is mine!!

Me: -Bows to reader- I'm sorry if this story is bad. Like I said, It's my first real story. And I just needed to write it somewhere. But I thought others would want to enjoy it too.

( ' w ')

I'll post the next one very soon.

I'm working on it now.

Bleach-Drinking Hetalian out!!