France sat up quickly, his heart was beating faster than usual. He didn't know if he was scared or was still shocked by the ghost's ability to talk. Either way, he was not happy.

England cocked his head to the side, "What? Don't tell me you're scared?" He asks in an amused voice.

"Of course not," he furrows his eyebrows, "I was just surprised since you've never spoken to me before."

"You've never wanted me to."

Throb.

France looked away from the ghost. He was right of course, he didn't mind England's ghost being around him, not too much anyway, but he hadn't wanted to talk to it. Because he refused to believe it was real. It didn't exist.

Even now that it had talked to him, he still didn't believe in it. He was just going crazy.
That was all.
All the stress from his life as a nation had finally gotten to him.

He raises his hand to cover his eyes and groans.

"You're not crazy," the other spoke up again, "well not in that sense."

France doesn't reply. He simply didn't know what to say; he found it a little frightening that England, the ghost, knew what he was thinking.

"Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Silence.

Throb.

France finally speaks up after a while, "Why are you here?"

England smiles, they were finally getting somewhere. He sits beside the other, except he didn't really touch the couch, he floated. But things like that didn't really matter when you were dead. No need to use correct terms.

"I'm here because you won't let me go."

Throb.

"Let you go?"

The ghost only nods.

"I never had you in the first place, I never cared about you." He forces a smirk, "Actually, I was very happy when you died."

Throb.

England's smile doesn't falter. "Is that what you think?"

"It's what I know. It was your own fault you died, your economy was the worst it had ever been. Everyone knew you couldn't have survived much longer."

"Yes, I remember. I had many visitors that came to say goodbye. I found it a little odd that you didn't."

Throb.

"Like I said, I was happy." he removes his hand from his face and looks at England. "You were finally going to die."

It was logical that France had always wanted England to die. Both of them spent a lot of the time fighting, planning to fight, and aiming to kill each other. Their hearts were supposedly full of hate for one another even though, in the beginning and for a very short while, they had been on friendly terms.

But despite the fighting, there were times where they could sit beside each other and talk or sit in silence enjoying each other's company.

That had always made him happy.

Throb.

"I know you're lying. " England's ghost was starting to fade, "Because, if that were true, I wouldn't be here right now."

Throb.

"Wha-"

England has disappeared completely now. France stares at the spot where the other had been and lies down with his arms around the cushion the ghost had appeared to have sat on. He felt it was as close as he could to a hug.

"I hate you, England. I always have." He mumbles to the air.

Sorry the chapters are short! I had wanted to write more but it's late and I don't want to ramble one with nonsense. Which I don't feel I'm doing but if I am tell me.

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Also, to answer many people, this is a FrUK fic as in romantic love not friendship. Sorry I didn't make that clear!

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