Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Tests of Time, Friendship, and Pain
Warning: Dark themes, my grammar, cursing and some confusion on the part of the other nations. You have been warned.
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Insults are common sentences he often hears, and yet complements are so easy given too—at least when no one knows who he is.
These days whenever he travels for non-diplomatic meetings he is surprised at how different the world views him when he pockets Texas and for those rare times wonders the world pretending to be a human. He'll walk the streets of Italy and Spain smiling happily as people wave and chat.
Though that isn't to say he doesn't have any sort of scare on these times.
Once when he was lost in North Italy, he ran into Francis—literally.
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"Well, well aren't you attractive mon deau." An arm snaked around his shoulders.
He jumped back quickly going pale, apologizing before turning to try and get away from Francis. He had only made it a few steps before he was tugged back by his jacket hood (for once his bomber jacket was lying back at his hotel and was wearing a nice dark brown jean jacket instead). His eyes going wide as he was pulled into Francis' arms.
Francis purred as his hands wondered causing a deep red blush to appear on Alfred's face.
'Damn it,' He thought as he tried restlessly to push Francis away.
He succeed after a second, and ran off, making sure he wasn't followed.
Suffice to say, the rest of his stay was trying to dodge stalker Francis—who apparently had a thing for blondes…
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He shivered just thinking about it.
Next to him Matthew blinked confused.
Sometimes, his brother made no sense.
Author's Note: Something short and sweet that probably should have been posted a couple days ago, but was forgotten while I was finished up the next chapter of Realizations. Hopefully a couple of days hasn't killed the reader's taste for this fanfiction…
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