That was when he saw them, the American's tears slipping quickly down his cheeks. What had he done?
"Alfred, please, I'm sorry. I have no idea why i came here in the first place. I'm so sorry, Please list-"
"Shut up Alfred! Just...Don't bother! It's over between us! I'm leaving now. Goodbye." The American nation sobbed, running out the front door.
There were a few moments of silence between the two differing nations, until the British nation sniffled and fell to the ground, upon his knees, crying in his hands. France watched, helpless in his position. How could he help, he whom never had had a serious relationship in his life. There was nothing he could really do, nor could he really understand what was happening to his next lover. But one thing was bothering him.
Why was it that this time around, he actually felt bad about sleeping with someone else's boyfriend? He had really wanted England back, after all, but why was he now so sad as he watched the other, upon his knees, as he poured all the tears of his body into his hands? Had he really wanted Arthur back this much? No, he didn't. Not if having Arthur for himself destroyed the poor British nation.
What could he possibly do...
"ARTHUR YOU SON OF A BITCH! SO THIS IS WHERE YOU SLEPT LAST NIGHT IS IT?"
The words of the American resonated in the back of France's mind. This was his fault. Maybe Alfred was right. If he did not exist, England would be alright. Or would he be? After all, he had admitted to still loving the french man. Therefore, it was not entirely his fault. But for a rare occasion, the French was at a lost for words. And even as the Brit ran out into the halls of his mansion, the French still could not move, nor say a word.
He had to fix this...
"Alfred? Alfred where are you? I got your phone call."
The American had run back to his country after running out of Paris, not bothering to pick up his things from London. In a desperate attempt, he had tried to reach his brother Matthew, and had once again gotten the answering machine, as the Canadian had probably been out with Prussia again. America had left a very rushed message, yelling something about how he hates France and croissants and that they were the cause of a hero's meltdown. So here was the Canadian, who had taken the first flight to America and run to find his brother within the house.
"Here..." The Canadian heard mumbled from the bedroom down the hall. He rushed into the room to find his brother stretched across the king-sized bed, an empty pizza box in his lap and empty chocolate bar wrappers all over the floor. The Canadian shook his head.
"America...did you have a fight with England again?"
The American did not look up. However, Canada could hear America's muffled cries as he slightly nodded his head.
"Aww, sorry bro..." The Canadian whispered, moving towards him and climbing on the bed, shoving some garbage the the ground before tightly embracing his brother.
As the American felt his brother's embrace tighten itself around him, he pressed his face against the Canadian's shoulder and cried and cried, this complete and utter sadness overwhelming the little American's heart until he simply could not control himself.
Canada held his sobbing brother for what seemed to be hours, until he was all out of tears and fell asleep in the Canadian's arms. Canada stayed still for a moment, debating what to do with his brother. He couldn't just leave him there and go home. He'd satay a few days until things got back to normal between the two nations. Yes, that was a good plan.
"Grande-Bretagne? Are you alright?" France asked quietly, stepping into the room the British nation had been cooped up in all day.
"Sure..." The Brit mumbled, his face pressed into one of the many pillows that had been laid upon the bed. A small moan of despair sounded through the man's voice, only barely noticeable.
"England, you have been in here all day. It's a beautiful day outside. wont you come out with moi?" The french asked,hesitant.
"No, I want to lay here and die." He replied, another muffled moan sounding aloud.
"Non no, mon ami, come. You must come outside. If not for you than for me. I feel terrible."
"Oh please!" The Brit explained. When have you ever felt terrible about anything? Let alone for sleeping with someone?"
"Please, just come outside with me. I hate to see you sad mon ami. Pleeeeaaaasssseeeeee?"
"Alright alright, I'll go with you, but only because you are being annoying, stupid French Frog."
"On hon hon hon, you are feeling better already. You called me frog."
"Let's just go outside."
...
Both nations made their way outside the glass french doors, into a beautiful garden oasis the French man had had built. Arthur admired the pretty red and blue flowers that grew around the garden, creating a walking path. After a while, they arrived to a centered little fountain, that bubbled happily, with a bench all around it. France too Arthur's hand and led him to the bench, sitting him down on it and kneeling before him. He continued to hold his hand as he began to speak.
"Arthur, there is something I must admit before you run away again, searching for your lost American."
"Go on...?" The Brit demanded, sudden interest sparking within him.
"Well, you see...Je t'aime...I never stopped loving you. Since that day you walked away from me, I...I...Damnit! Grande-Bretagne, je rêve de toi. I never stopped, every night, I dream of you since that day you left me. I can no longer deny it. I know you are angry at me and all, but Arthur, before you leave me again, this time I am afraid it might be forever, i have to let you know how i really feel. Sure, I often act like some pervert...but Britain, you must know, I do it to ignore that racing heart I suffer from when I see you entering the world conference room. I can not change the way i feel England, but I can tell you that if you choose Amérique, i will no longer interfere within your lives. I will dissap-"
The French man was cut off by the British man's lips falling upon his own, eating at his mouth hungrily. The kiss lasted a long time, there on that bench in the summer air surrounding the garden, but Arthur knew, at that moment, that he did not truly love this man. Sure, his heart could accelerate when he saw the man dashing about, but he also knew that the way he felt about America and France were two very opposite feelings. For America, he really did feel true love, his heart that fluttered each time he was with the man, the light teasing they always had for each other, the electrifying touch his lover had when he touched his skin, all this, leading him to knowing he truly did love the silly American.
On the other hand, what the British nation felt for France was very different. Sure, he felt lust towards the French nation, who wouldn't? But on the other hand, he did not feel love, that was the reason he had left him in the first place. Apart from lust, there was nothing else. There was no love in his heart for any other nation but America, even though, by now, it was probably too late. Britain broke away from the kiss first, staring into the deep blue orbs of the French man's eyes.
"I'm sorry France. I do feel lust towards you, of course, but i now realize the reason I left you that night, is because there are no other feelings but this lust i feel for you. There is no love here, no future for you, nor I. I realize now, as it is already too late, that I had it wrong all this time. Never have i felt the way i feel for America. I don't wish for you to disappear France, but i do wish to get my boyfriend back. I need him, and if i do not have him, I fear I might never get over that."
"Go, you silly English boy, hurry back to your lover's side. I will always be here for you no matter what you choose, and I understand your feelings towards your hero. Now hurry back, it is never truly too late, unless you decide to wait it out. I have learned that as I have waited for you so many years. Now go before I force you back into bed with me!" France winked, tears glinting in his eyes.
"Goodbye, Francis." The English nation bowed and turned, running out of the garden towards His future, his America.
"Goodbye, mon amour" France whispered to himself.
TBC
Wow, one more chapter guys! This story gets me very emotional, as it reminds me of something i had to live through as well. Sorry if I don't Post up new chapters as often because of it.
Tanya