Awww!! England gets a whole chapter dedicated to him!! :D UKe XD And you guys get to find out, what exactly is Anna thinking! What's England going to do about the guilt he feels? ALL…. NOW! And I have English connections for all those swear words
Anna felt her travels today had reached their peak for today. She had been insulted, molested, mistaken for a cat, almost caught spying, assaulted and kissed. She felt physically drained, but well aware the hardest thing was yet to come. There was only one way home, take a boat across the ocean; but she had to get to the ocean first, which meant passing by Francis and Arthurs houses. This proved dangerous.
Anna straightened her jacket and hat and took a few deep breathes before passing by the more dangerous of the two: Francis. His house stretched for the grey sky, seeming empty. Maybe the owner had gone to frolic down streets drunkly. She didn't care, he wasn't there, so he wasn't a bother. None the less, she sneaked past the mansion being caution of doing anything too attention grabbing.
Nothing happened, much to her own surprise. As she closed in on the next unwanted residence, she unbuttoned her coat but held it closed. It was a defense, not an attack so she had to keep her outfit concealed until it was needed.
She approached the clean cut house with a cupid statue and lily pond with suspicion. She peeked over the little stone wall, trying to see if he was home too. The estate was mostly dark except for the reading room. Arthur sat on the couch sipping his tea, engrossed in a book. Perfect! Alfred always said the best way to distract a brit was to give him tea. She didn't need to sneak anymore, even though it was quite fun.
"Bon après-midi, mon petit Anna." She flipped around in surprise. "F-Francis! Hey." The Frenchman smiled in response, but that faded when his gazed dropped to her outfit. "Mon cheri may I ask, what are you wearing?" Anna tried to close her coat and button it up. "Oh this? It's nothing. Just an old outfit."
"Non, non! Let me see!" They fought over the buttons of her coat until Anna lost her balance, leaving the coat splayed open and Francis kneeling in front of her. "Quelle surprise! What is this?" He tugged at the big blue bow. "Such a nice outfit for you to wear for me." He whispered, trailing his hand down to her stomach. "It's not for you; it's just something I've had!" Anna tried to worm away from his advances, but he had draped an arm around her. "S'il vous plait, let me just adore you in this a bit longer." Her face reddened as he drifted farther down and started tugging on the bottom near her thigh. "Francis, stop!" She tried to push him off, but he was stronger than her and was closing the gap very slowly.
A boot flew in and connected with the offenders side, rolling him off of her. "You bloody arse! She said stop!" The Brit kicked the other a few times for good measure before pulling her up and dragging her towards the house. "Arthur! I didn't need your help!" She dug her heels into the ground to stop, be he was unaffected. "Arthur! Stop! I'm fine! Let me go!"
He snapped at this and spun on his heel, mouth open and brows knit together; but it all dropped as he looked at her outfit. He froze out of surprise, perfect! Anna tugged at her trapped wrist to free it, but he had a death grip. She tugged hard and harder not caring if she bruised, but nothing worked. "Anna…" He commented calmly starting to shake with anger, a dark shadow falling over his face. He couldn't continue with his explosion instead he wrapped her coat tightly around her, picked her up and walked inside where he dropped her on the couch and glared down at her.
Anna smiled awkwardly up at his infuriation. "Hey Arthur. How are you today?" he ignored her again, balling his fists up and still shaking. Anna curled her feet up to her chest, preparing for it.
"What are you doing here missy?!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. "Whatever I want. I'm becoming my own free country and I can do anything!" Arthur scoffed loudly. "You are not! And eve as a country you can't do anything you want!"
"I am too!! Alfred's going to sign the tready soon!"
"And what if he doesn't?"
"Well that's that why I got help today! If he doesn't, I'll make him." Arthur slowly recognized the threat behind that. "You-you're threatening to start a world war!"
"Yeah? So? That's how Alfred got his independence, so it's how I'll get mine!"
"You'd kill to get your independence?!"
"If it comes down to it, yes!" Arthur scoffed again at her. Anna wouldn't budge on the subject. She would drag the whole world into battle if it meant she could be free. It wasn't that she hated Alfred, it's that she'd do anything in the world to be on her own.
"Then why the stuff are you dressed like that?! Have you fallen off your rocker?!" his face was as red as an apple, Anna felt like she could hold one up to his face and they'd be the same. "I have not! It's a defense! Just in case I ran into you!" Of course, it wasn't the only reason she had worn the outfit but it was the one he would care to hear. "Defense? It's utterly revealing and…Blimey! Did Alfred tell you to wear it?" Anna scoffed. "No! That's perverted Arthur, my own Dad telling me to wear something like this!! I don't know what you heard about how he treats the states, but I can tell you they're all lies!" "What?! You blinkered git! You think I'd listen to the bloody rumors about my own daughter?!" Anna was about to yell back at him, but stopped at the word 'daughter'. "Arthur, did you hit your head? I've never lived with you?"
Arthur scoffed, clearly still pretty agitated. "Is that a new tatic to try and upset me? Of course you lived with me! I am your father!" Anna shook her head and stood. She was a little taller than the other and she hoped that might intimidate him even though he was a lot stronger than her. "Don't turn this into a mind game! I know who my father is and you're not him! I never remember spending more than 1 hour talking to you let alone living with you!" Arthur's anger was washed away with concern. Did she really not remember him, their dysfunctional family? "Anna…"
"Plus, I would totally remember living with such a stuck up jerk as yourself!" Arthur huffed and hooked her ear in his hand, pulling it hard. Anna yelped and curled down to try and lessen the pain. "You. Will not. Speak to your father that way!" He yelled in the ear he had trapped and tugging her by it to his bedroom. "Owowowowow!! Let go! What are you doing?!"
"You are going to wear appropriate clothes miss! You will look proper!" he released her and sat her on the bed after closing and locking the door. "I agree, she needs a better look." The Frenchman purred from the window sill he leaned on. "Francis!! What are you doing in my house!?" Anna grabbed one of the pillows and hid her body behind it the best she could as Arthur backed up into his dresser in surprise. "Well helping you dress votre ange of course Arthur, let's see the clothes you have to offer." He crossed to the dresser Arthur was against and waited. "A-alright then, but you try ANYTHING and you're out!" Francis raised his hands in defense. "My hands do what they want, I cannot command them as much as you command your people!" Anna threw the pillow at him, hitting him clearly upside the head as Arthur pulled some girl clothes out. Why did Arthur have girl clothes!? "Perverts." She grumbled as they selected an outfit for her(something very fashionable too because of Francis) and locked her in the bathroom to change.
Anna left in a sour mood, seeing as Arthur burned her Sailor Moon outfit in his fireplace and had nearly thrown her hat and coat in there too if she hadn't stopped him. The two men watched her depart down the now dark street before turning to each other. "Francis… she doesn't remember." Arthur was heartbroken. His one daughter didn't care to remember the years they spent together. Did she hate him?
"She doesn't remember what mon cher?" He asked calmly, relaxing on the couch without a care. "She doesn't remember me! Us! The family! She says Alfred's her dad. Do you think he did something?" He settled down next to him, his whole body seemed to droop into the couch from ache and sadness. Francis wrapped his arms around the Englishman and holding him to his chest. "Non, Alfred would never do anything to harm a hair on her head." Arthur sighed, not caring to put up his usual fight. He was too tired and just wanted comfort from the other "Then, why?" Francis ran his hand through the dirty blond hair." Je ne sais pas. We'll ask little Alfred about it tomorrow, oui? You need rest." The man on him rustled his head slightly, slipping into sleep dreaming of the past.
Arthur loved America for its vivid blue skies. He could watch the puffs of white float over the sea of beauty. "Arzer! Arzer! Look, I dresved myself!" Arthur turned to see Anna had in fact dressed herself. Her day dress was brown with red bows, she loved red, and her shoes matched. The other thing out of place was her hair was still a mess. She had tried to tie it in two bows, but strands hung loose all over one in particular fell right between her eyes. He chuckled at her and motioned her over. "Perfect, but your hair is a mess! Let me fix it!"
"No, I like it like this!"
"It looks horrible! Let me fix it!!"
"Nooo~" and with that she ran off and Arthur chased her through the whole house. This was her favorite game, run from Arthur. He always won though, being bigger and faster than her. He scooped her up and sat her in his lap, tugging the bows out and combing her hair with his hands."No,no,no,no!" she wiggled in his lap still smiling. "Bloody-Stay still and I'll let you have a tart, okay!" Anna perked at the sound of a tart and stopped her struggles, sitting like a little angel in his lap. Arthur fixed her hair quickly, but sadly the strand in her eyes refused to do anything but hang there. "There, all done." Anna turned and smiled up at him. She hadn't grown a single inch since she started living with them, but Alfred and Matthew had grown past her. So much that Alfred though he could be on his own, the stupid git. Would Anna leave him too?
"Arzerr!" Anna pouted tugging on his dress shirt a bit, snapping him out of his depressed thoughts. "Tart pwease!" he smiled at her displeased face. "You're right, I promised one. Let's get one!" She squealed and got off his lap so he could get her one. He walked to the kitchen, the little one in tow behind him when the door bell rang. "I gwet, I gwet!" She sang rushing to the door and answering it. "Alfred!" She cheered and giggled from the other room, but Arthur felt a rock drop in him. Why was he here?
"I don't want her to help me. Anna, do you want to come with me?" Alfred extended his hand to her, gently but there was still force behind it. The meaning of his visit hit Arthur like a ton of bricks. He wanted to take Anna away from him. How dare he! "You think I'm unfit to take care of her? Look at yourself! You remind me of a pig in a pen!" "I know you'll treat her just as you treated me! You'll control her and ignore her when she needs you most! I'd take much better care of her!" "You just want to use her as resources! You can't even look after yourself!" "How about we just let her choose?" They're attentions turned back to the little girl between them, her eyes watering a little out of confusion. "Anna? Who do you want to live with?" She looked between the two. "Wha? I-I don't know… I miss Alfred, b-but Arzer…" "Anna, you have to choose." Alfred commanded, his hand still extended towards her. "Alfred! Don't rush her!" Arthur reached to her too, trapping her between her hands. "Just come with me Anna. Alfred will leave and we'll have that tart, okay?" "You don't really want me to leave, do you?" Anna let a few tears slip from her eyes at Alfreds comment. "Noo!" She cried, throwing herself at him. "I don't want Alfred to leave!! I miss you!! I want to be with Alfred!" Alfred smiled wickedly, knowing saying that would win her to his side. "You idiot! She doesn't want to live with you, she doesn't want you to leave!" "What a sore loser!" Alfred easily picked her up and standing to leave. "You just don't want to admit she doesn't love you as much as you thought!" That hit Arthur hard, did she really love him? "Huh? No! Arzer!" Anna complained in her brothers arms, reaching for the elder over her captors shoulder. "It's alright Anna, you don't have to put up with him anymore! It'll just be you and me!" Alfred left as quickly as he came, Anna crying loudly against him for the other. Arthur felt like he might shatter. He was losing everything he loved. Slowly. Slowly.
He rushed into the entry to see Alfred in his uniform, muddy and tired with Anna tucked in one arm. He was tickling her and smiling at her until he saw Arthur. They both glared at each other making the air around them feel like a lead weight. "What do you want?" Arthur chocked out, trying to hide as much anger he could. He didn't want Anna scared, she still loved them both. "I wanted to talk to you. About Anna." He set her down gently and knelt to her height the best he could. "Mwe?" She asked, a little confused and uncomfortable being between the two. Arthur copied Alfred and knelt to her height. "What do you want with Anna? She can't help you, she's too little."
It would be almost 70 years before he'd get to see her again.
Awww!!! Poor Arthur!! I'm sorry if me trying to type a Russian accent turned out weird. OTL I dunno Russian at all except yes and no. I promise you guys only one more flashback, so you don't have to deal with this much anymore. 3
