FINALLY IT IS READY!

So I have a lot of explaining to do.

To cut a long story short, I had about three versions of this chapter and couldn't decide which one to use. In the end I kind of combined some of the ideas from all of them. But even now I'm not 100 per cent happy with this chapter but I thought I really couldn't keep you guys waiting any longer. Then there's the whole issue of me starting Sixth Form. AS levels mean a lot of work T.T

But on the bright side I met an anime fangirl on my cruise and she was also a Hetalia fan! They were some great days - wish I was back on that ship :(

Before we start, I would just like to say that no, I do not personally have anything against the French. I'm just writing in Arthur's character is all.

There will be a few tiny hints of RuChi chapter.

I hope you guys enjoy this super long chapter :)

Anyways, on with chapter seven at long last!

Saturday 17th September

10:15 am

Well what can I say?

This holiday has been...interesting to say the least.

Well here is my account on what happened!

WARNING: This includes scenes of extreme French pervyness which you may find disturbing.

So first of all, the flight to Barbados.

It was a miracle that we even made it on to the plane after a certain someone forgot to set his watch back...

Anyway, me and America were sitting quite happily together. I was having a lot of fun scolding him over the debt crisis.

And you guessed it.

My little froggy friend decided to make us aware of his presence by joining in my rant whilst feeling me up. This resulted in a huge argument breaking out between him and America.

Eventually an air hostess moved France away from us.

Yes!

Then she replaced him with Germany and Italy.

Italy started crying because he thought we would attack him.

Germany yelled at him.

And then they started snuggling and kissing and stuff.

Yuck.

This made the rest of the journey very awkward as the two decided to do this whilst me and America were sat right in front of them and could hear everything that was going on.

And to top it all off, when it was night time, America got bored because he couldn't sleep. And he notices everyone is sleeping, the lights are down...and all of the airplane toilets are empty.

So just as I was about to fall asleep, America shakes me.

"This better be important you wanker." I growled.

"England! Now's our chance!" he whispered excitedly.

"Our chance to do what exactly?" I asked.

"To join the mile high club." This time he sounded seductive.

"What the bloody hell is-" The moment I saw his face, knew there was only one thing on his mind. "Are you bonkers? Not only is this indecent but-"

I never got a chance to finish my rant as America kissed me before carrying me off into one of the toilets.

I wish I could say I fought back but...

I couldn't resist.

However, when we walked out of the bathroom rather sheepishly, we were greeted by a very scary Russia who had heard everything.

So now I am a victim of blackmail.

Thank you America. Thank you very much.

I can honestly say I was relieved when the plane finally landed. But of course that was the beginning of even more trouble...

So this is what the hotel was like.

4 swimming pools

2 hot tubs

5 water slides

A beach area

LOTS of pubs

Volleyball

Table tennis

etc,

Now I know what you're thinking

"Wow that sounds great!"

Well, it would've been if not for the stupid balcony system.

Basically, each balcony was seperated by a dividing gate thingy.

And our room "just happened" to be next to Frances.

Fan-tucking-fastic.

Now it's really not that hard to open the gates between each balcony. And the sliding doors could be opened from the inside and out.

At this point I guess you are wondering how the hell you prevented burgalars.

Well, there was a massive safe to put valuables in.

But it still made me wonder what you would do if you came back from the pool and all your clothes had been taken.

Basically, because of this system, a very awkward misunderstanding occured.

And of course, it involved our favourite froggy friend.

After an hours car journey to the hotel, we eventually made it to our room.

I hate to say it but...

America had actually done something right.

It was beautiful.

A bit honeymoonish.

But beautiful.

America kissed me and carried me over to the pretty, petal covered bed.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close before closing his eyes.

Finally I could get some rest.

Or so I thought.

I was in the middle of my nap when I was woken by a sudden questionable presence in the room.

My froggy senses were tingling...

Before I knew it, a bed intruder had climbed through my window (well, balcony) and crawled into my bed.

When I nudged America to warn him that the French were invading our bed, I soon realised that he wan't there. And then as if on cue, I could hear the shower running, accompanied by the sound of America singing his national anthem.

So here is a low down of the stituation at the time.

France was in my bed, pinning me down and threatening me with his rather disturbing rape face whilst touching me in some very awkward places.

America was in the shower, murdering "Star Spangled Banner", completely unaware that a disgusting perve was molesting me.

And then the creme de la creme as Mr Frog - Pedobear hybrid would say.

China walks into the room through the balcony by accident and completely misreads the situation.

"Ni hao ma Russia...umm wrong room aru!"

And with that he ran.

Why?

Why couldn't he have phoned the police?

Well at least having China walk in like that was enough to make France scream like a girl and run away.

Yes I know.

China is on our side.

I think he was frightened that he would call the police.

Sadly, he didn't (as I said earlier). Wanker.

After France has ran away, America finally decides to make an appearance.

"Hey, you okay dude?"

At the time I didn't think it necessary to tell him.

I take back what I said about him having "done something right."

As I walked to breakfast the next day, I was approached by a very cheerful seeming Russia.

"I just wanted to say thank you England." he said happily.

This was a bad sign.

"Haha...and why exactly?" I asked, dreading his response.

"Because now I have a very juicy scandal which I can use for more blackmail and remove you from threat list." he was chuckling in that very psychopathical way of his.

"W-what do you mean?" I stammered.

"You know what I mean. First America, and now France is in your bed? So you shall follow my every order now, da?" As he spoke, his tone had seemed to become more and more evil by the second. I simply just gave an awkward laugh as he walked over to where a very guilty looking China was sat and put his arm around him.

That bastard.

Out of all the countries in the world, he just had to be with Russia? Why couldn't he have been with Greece? All he does is sleep and stroke cats!

Now I looked like a complete man whore.

Of course I explained everything to America.

This was it.

We had come up with a plan even better than SEAMATH.

Though to be fair that isn't really difficult.

This had to be the most ingenious plan known to man.

This was Plan Embarrass France And Use That Guy Who We Don't Know But Is Apparantly America's Brother As Frances Next Victim.

(After hours and hours we realised that guy was called Canada).

About a week later, there was a beach party.

Everything was in place.

I spent some time just chatting and laughing as I watched Prussia sing some...interesting karaoke.

When he had finally finished singing his rendition of "I Am The Best", I siezed my oppurtunity to take charge of the microphone.

I cleared my throat nervously before speaking.

"If I could just have everyones attention for a second..."

I soon realised that quite a few of us were drunk.

All I really heard was a load of drunken song requests.

"OI SHUT UP!" I yelled, silencing everyone. "First I would like to thank the organisers of this party for what has been a brilliant evening." Everyone cheered and clapped. "And thank you for also giving me this oppurtunity to use this microphone. France, I will never ever love you as long as we both shall live! So leave me alone! Your breath stinks, you're a total pussy and just a plain pervet! The only times you make me smile are times like these when I get to embarass you in front of everyone. But of course, you don't need me to help you with that as you are an expert at publicly humiliating yourself anyway! And the only reason you come on to me is cause you're so desperate because no one else loves you either! Now stop molesting me!"

Awkward silence.

Broken by the sound of France crying and running away.

It was one thing to say it to him when it was just us two. He probably had just interpreted that as me playing "hard to get". But yelling it like that in front of all those people was just too much for him.

Thanks to the drunkeness of everyone, the party just picked up again almost immediately, as if nothing had just happened.

But don't worry, I didn't just leave things like that.

I'm not that mean.

There was a second part to me and Americas plan.

America lead his brother to where France had hidden himself and was sobbing uncontrollably.

I hate to admit it but...I did feel rather guilty when America told me about it.

But to be fair, I did give France about a million warnings about not trying to get in my pants.

Anyway, that guy...dammit...what's his name?...

Canada!

I so knew that.

So Canada was brought to France by America. It was quite funny really, poor Canada had no idea what was going on.

America apologised for my behavior.

France replied,"It's okay, what he said was true...nobody loves me..."

"Hey...I...I...I understand how you feel!" Canada cried out in a bid to be heard. "I'm never noticed or remembered - even my own brother doesn't know my name!"

"That's not true!" America shouted defensively.

"What's my name then?" Canada asked angrily.

"Umm...umm...ermmmm...I think it begins with a D..." France looked at him with a weak smile.

"It's Canada, right?" he answered with sympathy for the young man. It was Canadas turn to burst into tears as he flung his arms around France with joy.

As the two comforted each other and began chatting, America left them to it.

I waited for America on the beach. I gave a sigh of relief when he appeared with that huge grin on his face.

Our plan had been sucsessful.

"And now, we can partaaay!" America exclaimed happily as he snaked his arm around my waist.

"I believe the correct word is 'party'." I chuckled teasingly. And with that, he pulled me into a long passionate kiss.

As lovely as my time in Barbados was, sadly the happiness ended when I got a phone call from my boss.

Riots.

When I learned of the situation, I felt furious and sad at the same time. I wanted to scream, cry or throw a tantrum.

Why?

I didn't understand.

I told America who was held me and allowed me to shout, curse and weep for myself.

It was then decided that I was to go home.

So it was farewell to Barbados.

And hello home.

When the mess back home was finally sorted out, I spent a lot of my days with America.

Before the holidays we hadn't really had a lot of time to spend as a couple.

So we made sure that this holiday was all about us.

And no, I am not telling you about all the sloppy mushy stuff, it's way too embarassing...

Soon, it was my turn to comfort America.

Last Sunday was the 10th anniversary of that horrific event.

9/11.

We had a memorial service in my homeland where I payed my respects.

After that I got on a plane to America.

I tried to be strong, but seeing America so sombre and upset had me in tears.

3000 innocent people. It doesn't seem real.

I remember 2001 when I watched it on the news. I was in disblief.

How? How could someone do something like that?

I searched desperately for the answers but didn't know.

How badly I wanted to take the pain away from America.

He was inconsolable.

I just hugged and kissed him as he let it all out.

The poor soul.

I remembered when it was reported that the man behind the attacks was dead.

That man brought him so much suffering.

But he's gone now.

Hopefully, it'll be the beginning of peace.

Hopefully, nothing as awful as 9/11 will ever happen again.

I hope...

So there you have it.

This holiday was a rollercoaster.

One minute it was carefree happiness, next minute we were faced with the cruelty of reality.

Well, it's time to move on from those days of freedom.

Normality is picking up again here as children go back to school and adults go back to work.

Tomorrow is a brand new day.

And I have a feeling Russia will be involved...

TA DAAAH!

So it's FraCan now, eh? Tehehehehehe.

I thought the whole France molesting England thing was starting to get old, so I decided to make a fresh new start and find a new victim for France XD. Oh and just to make things clear, I don't have anything against the French - all insults are in the name of fanfiction XD.

And also, R.I.P to those victims of 9/11. My thoughts are with all those who were affected 3

So I hope you've enjoyed my long awaited update and I will be writing again soon!

Reviews are very much appreciated :)

Sayonara

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