"Having an affair with an intern is just a incredibly stupid thing to do." -Bradley Whitford
The sky was incredibly clear. The stars were beautiful and the moon was a white-silver, casting an odd aura. France sighed and tilted his head a little. Was there someone like him for the moon? Was there one of their comrades up there? She or he would probably be more powerful and wiser than any of them. They wouldn't probably make the stupid mistakes he did.
It all started with an argument he had with England two days ago. He had made the sly insult that England was bad at raising kids since one rebelled (to come back to him as his lover), one wouldn't stop setting of fireworks, and one left him to be raised by an ex-Viking. England retorted that he hadn't broken any of their hearts as bad as France had to his charge. France didn't realize what he was talking about until it hit him like a tidal wave.
Which left him sitting on Canada's front porch, waiting on him to return from wherever he was. He'd apologize for everything. He'd apologize for loving him then breaking his heart so suddenly. It was stupid and embarrassing and…
It had been a dumb decision in the first place. That first kiss… That first kiss when Canada had snuck out behind England's back and appeared at France's back door during a night not so different from this… Canada had been so small and slight, shorter than France, but gaining height. The teenager had held on to him, supporting himself in the inevitable kiss, his lips soft and sweet tasting.
Then, when Canada was a bit older, France had held him in his arms as he came down from his orgasm. He had looked into his violet eyes and saw them full of pure admiration and love. He felt the same thing coming through his eyes and that's when he realized it needed to end.
They couldn't love like that. It would never work out. It was a bad idea. What if Canada's boss forced him to declare war on France or vice versa? What if they allied with each other's enemies? What if in their centuries of living one of them found someone else? No, it'd never work and it had to end that night. France felt his heart breaking with every step. He tried to explain, but all he could do was cry.
Canada had hastily pulled on his pants and held him back. France had a wild burst of pride when he realized how strong Canada was, but it quickly dissolved as France could do nothing but say, "Je t'aime mais il ne peut pas être."
He didn't turn around when Canada yelled, "Fine, damn it!" and slammed the door. He ignored the apparent sobs that weren't masked by the closed door. He kept walking, ignoring his own. France had been the boy's first kiss, first person he had made love to, the first person he held hands with, the first person he had said I love you to, and now France was his first tragedy.
Canada had been absent for a several different meetings after that, but when he came back there was no great change, except for maybe he was a little quieter. They exchanged a few words from then on, definitely during the last big war, and France didn't realize how much his own heart still ached. Maybe in these modern times it was okay for them to be in love. There was always hope.
France heard footsteps approaching. "France-san?" came a startled, but meek voice, accompanied by the sound of Canada dropping the grocery bags.
"Je t'aime," said France, getting up and heading towards him, the moon as his witness…
~~~~~~ I'm really sorry if the translation is wrong! What France is saying (hopefully) is, "I love you, but it can't be." I really hope this is okay! Please review! Once I get enough I'll work on the last big chapter or split it into parts. Hopefully it will be epic... Thank you for the support! Btw, this might sound strange since I wrote this, but if I was Canada I'd make France beg and prove he loved me before I took him back.