Sitting on the large, white, comfortable couch you dried your reds puffy eyes with a handkerchief. France held you close to him, trying to calm your shaking body. Softly stroking your hair, nearly putting you to sleep. That is, if you weren't so upset right now.
"[Name], do not worry about it. You are safe here with me now, oui." France said as he placed a soft, loving kiss on your forehead. You sucked in a breath of air while your body quivered.
"I-I know France, bu-but I've never seen him like that before! H-He really made me believe that he was going to hur-hur-hurt me!" You cried more into France's chest. France glanced down at you giving a saddened sigh. He too was completely blown out of the water with England's reaction. He would have never thought that England would have ever laid a hand on you.
Hearing a noise coming down the stairwell, the both of you stopped talking. Watching as Canada waddled into the living room, looking very sleep. France lifted his head, a frown on his face.
"Little Canada, what are you doing up out of bed. It is far past time for you to be asleep." France said, removing himself from you and moving towards Canada. Canada gave a sleep little yawn and rubbed his eyes cutely.
"I-I thought I heard someone... crying." Canada whispered as he was plucked up by France.
"Oui, someone was crying. But it is alright now. Come, let us put you back in bed, oui?"
"O-Oui." Canada replied as he laid his head on France's shoulder, resting it there while France carried him up the stairs and back to his room. You gave a tired sigh as you finished whipping your eyes dry. Standing up you walked towards the trash can and threw it away. Before you could return to your seat there was a knock on the door. You paused, wondering if you should answer it. Fearing that it might be England you let the door be, that was until the knocking became for frantic and a voice sounded on the other side.
"France! France! It's Spain! Open the door!" Gasping you rushed for the door. Upon opening it you were swooped into the arms of the Spaniard, Spain. He held you closely as he rubbed the back of your head in a caring manner.
"Oh senorita [Name]! I was worried when France called me, telling me about what happened with England!" Spain said pulling away and placing his hands on your cheeks, looking you in the eyes. You blushed slightly, not use to the way someone would look at you like this. Spain's emerald eyes held something, something that you often saw in France's eyes as well.
"He did not hurt you, did he?" Spain said in a low whisper. You shook your head, unable to find the words at the moment. He gave a sigh of relieve as he closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, before raising his head and locking with your graze again.
"Gracias a Dios."[1] Spain whispered, before planting an unexpected kiss on your lips. You blushed deeply, even though the kiss only lasted for a few seconds. It seemed it was more then enough to make your heart flutter to your stomach. Spain then pulled you closer into another affectionate hug. Slowly you returned it, all the time wondering one simple question.
Why was England never like this with you?