This chapter is kind of angsty. D;
Trouble in love land, oh no!
But there will be sex in chapters coming up soon. ME GUSTA. 8D
That morning, England was awoken by the sound of something crashing. Canada's voice was too quiet to be heard upstairs, but America's loud and hyperactive voice could.
"Ah, Mattie! It's okay! I promise! I'm the hero, I can fix it!" England sat up in bed and listened. Another crash. "Mattie! Mattie! It's okay! Now, shh! You're going to wake up Daddy and Papa!" England shoved France's shoulder.
"What?" France mumbled, blindly waving away the hand that was shoving him.
"Get up! The kids are doing something downstairs!" France groaned and groggily sat up. Another crash sounded from downstairs. "See? Now, come on!" England practically dragged France out of bed and down the stairs.
America and Canada were in the kitchen. Broken plates were scattered across the floor and both of the nations were standing on chairs. America was trying to get another plate and Canada was trying to avoid stepping on one. Kumajirou was held tightly in Canada's arms, looking very tired.
"What on earth are you two doing?" England demanded. Canada started to sniffle. His sniffles gradually grew into tears. Canada hid his face in Kumajirou's fur.
"Je suis désolé! Alfred voulu vous faire le petit déjeuner les gars, mais il ne peut pas atteindre les plaques et il continue de les casser!" England and America looked at France.
"What did he say?" America asked, now starting to sniffle himself.
"He said that he was sorry and that you two had been trying to make breakfast for us, but you couldn't reach the plates and you kept breaking them by accident." France grabbed a broom and swept up the broken pieces of plates. England picked America and Canada up and placed them outside of the kitchen. "Hey, boys, why don't you play with your daddy while I make breakfast?" France called as he swept up the bits of broken plates.
"Okay!" America and Canada pulled England outside just as France had gotten the broken plates cleaned up. As he started to make breakfast, he sighed.
"I could easily forget that I was a country staying here…" It really wasn't so strange. Minus the fact that if France and England were together (Neither France nor England really knew what they were at that point) they'd be a gay couple, which certainly wasn't normal in the 1600s, of course. "But, I have to focus. It would sure be embarrassing to burn the food. Especially around England. He'd never let me live it down!" France smiled to himself.
Outside, England ran around and played with America and Canada while his magical friends watched from the trees. It was in those moments that England actually forgot that he was a nation. England chased after his two sons until he realized that he couldn't stay where he was forever. He stopped, which caused Canada and America to stop, and stared at the house.
"Daddy? Daddy, what's wrong?" For no reason at all, England remembered his older brothers bullying him and saying, 'Hey! Hey, England! What's wrong?' and snickering. He remembered that France would occasionally come by and shoo his brothers away. Even back then he thought France was pretty weird, but he always appreciated him when he did that. "Daddy? Are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Let's go see what you're Papa's doing, okay?" That word still sounded so strange on England's tongue. To think that he and France were parents…it was strange, but at the same time it wasn't. In fact it was almost…natural.
By the time that England, Canada, and America got back inside, France had finished making breakfast. America and Canada ate happily (Canada even managed to slip a few pieces of food to Kumajirou) while England and France sat in an awkward silence. England was trying his hardest to keep his gaze away from France, but France was staring very intently at him. England felt his cheeks tinge pink.
"We should show Daddy and Papa Niagara Falls, Mattie!" America said after breakfast. Canada's eyes widened. He had completely forgotten about Niagara Falls. "Hey, you could show Kumajirou!" Canada nodded.
"Yeah! Kuma, you're going to see Niagara Falls. Isn't that great?"
"Wait. Niagara Falls? What are you two talking about?" England asked.
"Oh! We forgot to tell you? Well, they're…hmm…well, we'll show you!" Canada said. The two boys ran off towards Niagara Falls, and of course their parents followed. They ran until they reached the waterfall, and then America did all of the 'talking', because Canada didn't like to yell.
"This is Niagara Falls!" America yelled, "This is where Mattie and I chose for a house, but it was too loud so we decided to go a little over that way!" America pointed in the direction they had come from. "Isn't it beautiful here?"
France and England stared at the waterfall for what seemed like forever. There was so much in the new world that they didn't have back where they lived. England didn't even care when France gave him a one armed hug. America made a gagging gesture at Canada, which Canada promptly rolled his eyes at. They stayed there for a while before France and England managed to drag themselves away from the giant waterfall.
The family of four walked back to their house in happiness. Canada talked to Kumajirou most of the way; America intruded in on their conversations a lot. England watched his kids with a smile, completely unaware that France was looking at him. Not only was he looking at him, he was observing him. France undressed the British nation with his eyes. A slight stirring in France's pants reminded him of where he was, and he quickly shooed the thoughts away, trying to seem unnoticeable to his family.
France had decided during those thoughts that he was going to get England to have sex with him again, and he was going to get it (Or at least try to) that night. France plotted in his silently, and once almost tripped over a rock before the family finally reached their house. It was dusk by the time the nations (And Kumajirou) made it home, but America and Canada weren't tired.
"Come on! Let's go play outside! There's lots of stuff to do! I'm not tired!" America raced around the house, yanking his brother by the arm. At some point America stopped and collapsed on the floor. "I can still…do things…who says I'm tired?" America muttered as he drifted off into sleep. Canada's eyes drooped as he held Kumajirou tightly against his chest. Their parents carried them both to their beds.
"They're adorable, aren't they?" France said as he shut the door to his children's room. England narrowed his eyes at France. There was something about his tone of voice that he didn't like.
"Yeah, which is surprising, considering that they came partially from you."
"Well, it's surprising that they don't have as sharp of a tongue as you do. Though, I bet your tongue might not be so sharp if it was used for things other than talking." France winked at England. England's entire face flushed, and he stared at France blankly until he thought of a response that wasn't pure gibberish.
"You! You…! How can you be so vulgar? Especially after…" England trailed off, not quite sure of what to say. The French nation tilted his head.
"Is that what's bothering you? Angleterre, I can almost assure you that…it won't happen again. This has never happened to me before with other countries and-" Oh shit. I did not mean to say that.
"Other countries? There are other countries? Who? Who the bloody hell have you had sex with besides me that's a country?" Tears formed in England's eyes despite his useless attempts to blink them away. Stop crying! Stop it! Just a few years ago you hated France!
Did I?
"Cher, it doesn't matter who-"
"Doesn't matter? Doesn't matter? Of course it matters! It matters because I lo-…loathe you! And because I think I have the right to know!" If America and Canada hadn't been sleeping near by, England would have been screaming and punching France. France sighed and reached out to touch England, but he slapped the hand away. "Don't touch me! Just tell me!"
"Angleterre, cher, I think you already know, but…it's Spain and Prussia." England knew that he shouldn't have been surprised, but for some reason he was.
"I should have known! You would fuck anything that would let you, and those perverts Spain and Prussia definitely would! I should have never let you…let you…just go away!" England walked into his room and slammed the door shut. France sighed and clasped a hand to his forehead. Damn it…I really screwed things up.
France brought a fist to the door to England's room and knocked lightly. "Angleterre? Come on, talk to me, lapin. Please?"
"Stop speaking bloody French, you ass!" France couldn't help but smirk. England was always England, no matter what kind of rut he was in. "Why won't you just leave me alone? I don't want to see you!"
"Well, I want to see you, and we're going to wake America and Canada up." France said, trying to stay calm. There was a few seconds of silence, then England slowly opened the door. His eyes were red and puffy and he was crying, but he still didn't attack France…physically anyway. France slipped into England's room and shut the door behind him.
France tried to give England a hug, but England backed away from him. He gave France a stern look of 'explain yourself'. "Look, I never had sex with Spain or Prussia while you were…expecting. I have in the past, but that was when you hated me."
"I still hate you." England said. He kept staring at France, expecting more of him.
"But, if it makes you feel better, I'm sorry." England wiped his eyes and looked at the floor.
"I hate you so much." England muttered. "I hate you so much…I…" England couldn't bring himself to say that he loved France. He tried, but he just couldn't. England staggered towards France, swallowed his pride, and gave him a hug. "I hate you so much…I…I…" England buried his face in France's shoulder.
"You may hate me, Angleterre, but I love you."The words were out of France's mouth before he knew what he was saying. England broke the hug and stared at France with wide, puffy, red eyes. He couldn't say anything.
The only thing England could say was, "Why can't I stop crying?" He wiped at his eyes again and looked at France. If that wasn't the stupidest thing I have ever said… There was a very long and awkward silence between the two nations. "We should go to bed…" England made no protests when France joined him in bed, but he didn't directly say he could join him either.
England expected his magical friends to come and scold him that night. Hell, he even wanted to scold himself. But, because France couldn't sleep that night, England's magical friends never appeared. England felt like beating himself up. How could he be so stupid?
Sorry if some of this sounds weird, you guys. I've been having a bit of a rough week. I hope you enjoyed anyway!
