Every morning and every night for the next few weeks, France would call out for England and hoped the nation's ghost would appear in front of him again.

After talking to Spain, he had went home and told himself that things would be okay and England would eventually be back to see him. Still, there were days where he couldn't take it and would drink in order to forget or simply pass out. He'd wake up the next day to regret that he had lost hope.

On this particular cold night, he was remembering the last conversation he had had with the English nation before said man had died. It hadn't been a mean one but it wasn't a friendly, love filled one that he now wished he had with the other.

No, instead it had been about their governments and the fact that England's economy was failing. France had not cared. England had acted all cocky like always and had said he'd jump back and be better than France once more.

Throb.

"Liar." France says out loud as he sits on his couch in his empty and well kept living room. He closes his eyes to see England's scowling face and this causes him to chuckle.

The French nation was glad he could once again clearly remember England. His fears before had caused him to almost forget the other and he was happy that he had his precious memories of England back. He promised himself he would't let them go again because it was now the last thing he had of the dead nation.

"England." he mumbles.

"Yes?"

France opens his eyes wide with shock and, seeing nothing but empty air, he stands up and looks around wildly.

"England?" His voice full of urgency.

England was there, wasn't he? He had to be! France had heard him and he had something very important to tell him!

"England?"

"Calm down, frog." The ghost's voice comes from behind France who turns around and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

England's ghost smiles but it quickly disappears when France reaches out to hold his hand. France's face shows shock at first and then the worst sadness England had ever seen on the Frenchman's face. France should have known he couldn't have touched him.

France stays quiet for a while before he decides that wasn't the point of this encounter. He finally got the chance that he wanted and he wasn't going to waste it like he had before when the other was alive. He forces a smile on his face, not knowing what to expect.

"I need to talk to you." he speaks with a smooth voice that didn't hint of the nervousness that his heart was feeling. He questioned how England would react to his confession. Would he take it well? Did he feel the same?

"I know, that's why I'm here." England floats over to the couch and gestures for the other to come sit down. The Frenchman does as he's told.

France speaks as soon as he sits down; he felt that he couldn't waste any time, as if the other would leave before he could get a chance to confess. That would be cruel. He had already waited too long. "Does that mean you know what I want to say?" he asks as he turns to look at England who only looks back.

There's silence for a while and during that time they can only stare into each other's eyes. France could only wonder why it had taken so long to truly realize how he felt for England. Why did he have to wait until he could no longer hold England, the one he loved?

Throb.

"You do, don't you?" France asks the again.

"If I do, it's only because I might have something similar to say."

"What?" his heart skips a beat.

England shakes his head. "I left something unsaid. I couldn't leave knowing that I had."

France takes a deep breath, the time to tell England what he felt was now.

"I love you, England." he leans in; not enough to touch the other since he knew he couldn't, but close enough to have made England blush if he had been alive.

England smiles and his eyes start shining as if they were filling with tears. He leans in the rest of the way and France's eyes widen when he can feel England's lips on his. Before he can react, England pulls away.

"I love you too."

The tears that had threatened to fall from France's eyes for the longest time now were finally rolling down his cheeks. France wraps his arms around the other and brings him in for another kiss.

The kiss lasts longer than the one before. It was soft yet passionate. He tried to convey all he felt into the kiss. His heart flutters from the happiness he feels.

A happiness that was fleeting.

"I'll always love you." England speaks up after the kiss and France leans his head on England's shoulder.

"That's my line." France replies, his voice sounding weak and broken yet playful.

England chuckles softly, his voice threatening to break like the other's.

He decides he won't say goodbye despite the fact that he knew that is exactly what was happening. This moment was their time to part forever.

"I love you, England. I'll love you forever and longer than that." France can feel the other starting to fade and he tightens his hold on him, trying desperately to keep him there.

"I know, France, me too."

France falls to the couch as the other completely disappears. His sobs are the only things that could be heard throughout the house until he calms down and falls to sleep thinking of England.

"I love you, my dear."

The end.

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