A.N: There are so many fics about World x Canada, World x England and World x America, but what about the last member of the FACE family T ^ T ?!
" M-moar BEER !" Prussia bellowed at the poor bartender, sending him toppling into a table as Spain whooped in sadistic delight and bursted into his national anthem randomly.
Francis smiled at his friends' goofy antics, and sipped his wine elegantly. His head still throbbed slightly from that huge book Arthur smashed into his skull earlier in the meetings. He winced at the thought of England's furious face. His enormous eyebrows furrowed together forming a thick, black line, his face burning red and his eyes glowing a toxic green…Angleterre had always hated him no ?
France lowered his head in a sudden wave of sadness. He frowned, confused. Why would he be sad ? He looked up at Prussia screaming at the sudden arrival of Germany and Spain dialing Romano in a moment of drunken splendor.
Loneliness…?
The blond quickly dismissed the small voice shrilling at the back of his head. Impossible. He had Canada, Monaco, Prussia, Spain and sometimes sweet little Veneziano ! How could he ever be lonely ?!
Francis looked up to see Germany and Romano dragging his friends away, leaving him in the trashed pub all by himself.
"…"
The bartender patted his back in sympathy. Bless that man.
Loneliness…?
Oui, perhaps.
-later that day-
Prussia crept through the air vents, feeling like a super spy as he slowly made his way back to his room. Oh ! You're probably wondering why he didn't just walk back ? Because walking was too unawesome for the awesome Prussian !
The albino smirked at his totally logical explanation and continued his adventure through the air vents, when he heard ...gunshots.
Normally Gilbert would just brush it off, seeing how both Switzerland and Finland was included in the meetings. But this time, the shot seems to be from the North American twins' rooms.
If anything happened to Canadia something, the rest of the world won't get pancakes for breakfast ! With the mission of saving tomorrow's breakfast in mind, Prussia wriggled his way to the gunshot as fast as he could.
What he saw next made his blood boil. Francis was kneeling miserably on the ground, as America pointed a pistol to the man's head. Canada whimpered in the background.
"Don't go near Mattie's room, you perv ! " The American yelled as a few nations headed out of the room to watch the commotion.
Prussia gasped as he saw the Frenchman holding a box of obviously homemade crepes behind his back. He looked on with envy as France gave America the crepes, those crepes were heaven !
His jaw dropped as America squashed the box beneath his feet. That dummkopf.
" Those are definitely drugged ! " America proclaimed and laughed at France's shocked expression.
Francis looked around and saw that the few nations that came to observe the commotion was jeering at him. Cheering America for being the hero, and booing him for being a rapist.
His heart fell as he saw Veneziano looking at him horrified, Poland rapidly uploading the live video to all social media in existence, and Monaco slowly inching away from him.
His mind turned blank and he did the only thing he could, he turned and fled , ignoring the cheering of the nations behind him, and pretend nothing was wrong.
Somewhere in the air vents, Prussia frowned and sent Gilbird to terrorize that idiot America. Then he begin plotting a plan that was for once, not a prank.
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