You avoided Arthur the following day. You couldn't dace seeing him, you were afraid that he hated you now. So you laid in your bed and went over his and Flying Mint Bunny's conversation. You found many things odd and hurtful. One was how Flying Mint Bunny had referred to Arthur as 'England' and Arthur had referred to someone as 'France'. Another thing was how Arthur had said he was giving you to this 'France' at the ball. The was the hurtful part. You let out a little sigh, you should of known that this whole become-a-royal-noble thing had a catch to it. You sighed and closed your eyes, a question kept coming to your mind. Maybe Alice was right, maybe you were in love with Arthur after all. Your heart hurt remembering the conversation he had with Flying Mint Bunny. You sighed and sat up, the urge to go and see Arthur won over the fear that kept you away. Crawling out of your bed you were prepared to go and search for him. You waled out of your room and down the hall. Before you knew it you were only a few feet from his bedroom door, in front of the door lay a small green bunny her little shoulders slummed down and her wings still. "Flying Mint Bunny?" You asked concerned. Flying Mint Bunny lifted her head up and gave an excited little jump and started to flap her wings and flew over to you. "(f/n)! (f/n)!" She cheered. "I'm so happy you are here! Arthur hasn't come out of his room all day! I thought I was going to be alone!" She cried and hugged your shoulder. A frown found its way to your face. "Arthur has come out of his room?" You ask her. She nodded. "I don't like being alone. No one but you, Arthur, and Alice can actually see me." She says to you with a little sniffle. Alice had left a day or so ago.

After a few minutes a nervous looking maid came around the corner. "Is Master Arthur awake?" She asked you. You nodded. "He should be." The maid nods and walks to the door, she looks back at you. "Master Francis is waiting in the White Drawing Room." She said and entered Arthur's room. "Francis?" You say questionably and then remember the blonde haired man you met a long while back. "Francis..." You heard Flying Mint Bunny say full of rage. "How dare he show his face around here!" Flying Mint Bunny yelled and then took off. "Flying Mint Bunny, wait!" You shout and run after her.

You finally catch up with her and grab her wing. "Flying Mint Bunny, please calm down." You say to her. "Francis can't even see you, how would it even be a fair fight if you judt barged in." You said with a bit of humor. Flying Mint Bunny sighed. "I guess you are right. But I'm still mad at him!" She said. "Lets go see what he wants." You said with a smile and put your hands on the door knobs for the White Drawing room. "Alright, but I have your back if anything happens." Flying Mint Bunny said as she hovered next to you. You opened the doors and entered the room. You saw Francis sitting on one of the couches with a glass of wine in his hand, he turned to look at you as the door closed behind you and Flying Mint Bunny. "Bonjour, Mon cher!" He greeted with a smile on his face. "Hello Francis." You said a bit cautiously, the way Flying Mint Bunny had been acting made you question Francis and his motives. "Come and sit." He said and patted the seat next to him. You nodded and walked over and sat next to him. "What is wrong, Mon cher?" He asked concerned by the way you were acting. "Nothing, I'm fine." You reply to him. "How dare he come here! Hasn't he caused England enough problems?" Flying Mint Bunny said angry. "England?" You muttered under your breath. You remembered Flying Mint Bunny addressing Arthur as 'England'. "Francis?" You ask and look at the blonde haired man. "Yes?" Francis asked with a smile. "Is Arthur's nickname England or something?" You ask him. Francis raised a brow and then sighed. "I guess he was going to wait to have me explain to you. Well the truth is-" "France you bloody frog! What are you doing here!" Arthur yelled as he busted into the room. He suddenly stopped when he saw you sitting next to Francis. France... was that referring to Francis?

Francis stood up quickly. "Mon amour!" He shouted with a playful smile. "I was just explaining everything to (f/n)." He said ro Arthur. You watched as Arthur looked at you his eyes wide and then he quickly looked away at the ground, avoiding eye contact. A light chuckle emerged from Francis. "Oh I see." He said and walked toward Arthur. "It looks like someone is in love." Francis said, his words made you freeze. "I am not you bloody gitt!" Francis just laughed again. "You don't know I was talking about you." You could see Arthur turn a bright red in a moment of seconds. "But you guessed right." Francis soon added and Arthur's red complexion was now from anger instead of embarrassment. "If (f/n) wasn't here I would strangle you!" Arthur shouted. "Why only if (f/n) wasn't here?" Francis asked with a smirk. "Because! I'm a gentleman and a gentleman doesn't act in such a way in front of a lady!" Arthur shouted quickly. "You couldn't be a gentleman if you tried." Francis said playfully.

Finally deciding to stop the two's bickering you stood up. "Can you two stop acting like children and explain to me?" You ask. Francis turned to you. "Of course." Arthur looked at you and back to Francis, worry in his eyes. "Don't tell her, not yet." He begged. "She needs to know." Francis said simply and smiled at you. "The reason that Arthur is sometimes called England is because he is a country. As am I." He said like it was nothing confusing or big. You looked at them like they were crazy. "Francis... please. Stop." Arthur begged him. "There are people in the world that are representatives of their country, and they are basically their country but personified." Francis said explaining it more in depth and ignoring Arthur's pleads. "Arthur is England, and I myself and France." He smiled at you. Arthur was starring at the ground as Francis explained. "So what does that exactly mean?" You asked still confused. "I mean it doesn't sound like its exactly some big secret or anything." You add. "We never age, we never die, unless our country falls and our citizens forget us and no longer wish to be apart of our nation." He said. "We were born when our country was born and we will die once it dies too." Your eyes widened as Francis explained this, his playful smile had now disappeared and he spoke in a very serious tone. You looked at Arthur as he starred at the ground. "That must be horrible." You say sympathetically. "How so, Mon cher?" Francis asks you. "Well you live forever as a country, so many people who you care for must die, human and country. You watch as your people live and grow and love when you know you could never do that." You explain sadly. Francis sighed. "That's true, but it has its upside's too. " Francis said and a faint smile formed on his face. "I must be going now." He sighed. "I will see you at the ball tomorrow." He said and left the room. That made you think. Tomorrow you would be given to France... you would be given to Francis.

You took a step toward Arthur." Why didn't you tell me?" You ask him. "Its not exactly something you bring up in a normal conversation." Arthur replies, his eyes never leaving the ground. "So what should I call you now?" You ask Arthur. "Anything." Was all he replied. You giggled and hugged Arthur. "Sure thing Iggybrows!" You said with a smile. "Hey!" Arthur said in protest. You smiled and giggled again as you saw the blush form on his cheeks.

((AN: This one ended nicely... I rushed in typing it though... sorry.
Anyway this is Chapter 8! Chapter 9 and 10 are coming soon!

I don't own England, France, Flying Mint Bunny, Fem!England, or Reader-Chan (you)))