So… my first fanfiction. Welcome to my mind. Sorry, I do not know how fanfiction works very well so please bear with me! If you even bother reading this then thank you very much! Tips would be nice, also, I wouldn't be posting this on a fanfiction site if I owned Hetalia. Enjoy!
England and France had always been enemies. They were like fire and ice, the sun and the moon, black and white, and like, well, England and France. They fight and argue but they never really did really hate each other. Of course, it's not like either one of them was going to admit it any time soon. Or at least that's what the world thought at the time, so when France made an unexpected request, everyone was equally surprised (except Canada who claimed he already knew about the sexual tension surrounding the two although nobody listened to his opinion). It all starts on February 1st, let the plan commence!
February 1st
England sighs as he looks at his calendar. He never did quite like the month of February. It reminded him way too much of that France pervert who was probably already receiving chocolates and roses by now. He also understood that he is not an exactly likable person causing him to always be alone on that special day in February. It's not like he's sad or anything. Just himself, tea, and a book were enough. Really, he isn't sad at all.
Ding-dong!
England frowns at the noise that has interrupted his blissful morning silence. Hopefully it wasn't that bloody American or that perverted France, they always made a ruckus. After a few moments more of silence, England is sure it isn't America. By now the door-bell would be broken and the American would be yelling his name in the most annoying matter if it's him.
England gets dressed in his green uniform, just in case it's his boss, and yawns while walking to the door. He opens it to find a small boy with the most void-looking brown eyes. He wears a kimono and has a small rose in his hand.
"Japan? It is very nice to see you but what are you doing here?" asks England, glancing at the rose with curiosity. Japan smiles faintly and gives the rose to England, the Englishman sputters with embarrassment.
"Hello England-san, I have heard that in this month it is a western custom to give roses to the ones you like. I have also come to give this message from you."
England accepts the rose, embarrassed for having misunderstood the Japanese man. He mumbles a 'thanks' then asks what the message is.
"France says Aishiteru"
England bristles at the name. Is the Frenchman trying to make fun of him using Japan? No, Japan he will never do something like this, Japan is a loyal friend. So what did France say to him?
"Err, so what does it mean, Japan?" asks the Englishman uncertainly. England swears that for a second a twinkle of light came to Japan's eyes. As soon as it came, it disappears leaving England wondering if he had actually seen it.
"Gomenasai, England-san, I can not tell you that." Japan answers while bowing politely. With that, he leaves before England can say a word. England sighs and wonders what that was all about….
Aishiteru