Warning this is where the one sided FrUk starts coming into play. I was originally going to write in France's accent it's also the last chapter before we go time skipping to World War 2
Btw I know Britain got back to England faster than it would have taken them usually back then but I'm just figuring that if the countries are well countries they have some sort of special VIP power idk XD so don't bring it up.
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Another Warning: France's PoV is in this chapter...You have been warned O_O"
Britain
When I was finally home other than a few sad differences it seemed like absolutely everything was the same. It was almost painful how little things seemed to have changed. How can things be business as usual after I'd just lost my colony, my little brother, my America it just wasn't fair that nobody else seemed to care at all that I just lost one of the most important things in my entire life. (And Canada but as silly as it is I always seemed to forget about him and ended up liking America much better)
"Mr. Britain" some says from outside I can't really put a name to the voice "Mr. France is here to visit"
"Tell the bloody frog to go away" I growl
"S-Sir moping isn't really going to help is it?" the voice asks "I mean you may as well try talking to people"
I clench my teeth "Fine. Send the wanker in..."
About 2 minutes later France walks into the room. A month ago he was at war with me...With helping America turn against me...
"Angleterre are you alright?" he asks the second he gets into the room
"Do you think I'm alright?" I snap angrily getting a bit annoyed at hearing this question (I had been asked it quite a lot over the past month)
"I'm sorry but Amérique did have some very good reason to become independent you should be happy for him" France says though I detected a bit of bitterness in the way he said "good reasons"
"You didn't like his reasons?" I ask suddenly a little intrigued
"Not much" France shrugs "But getting a chance you beat you in a war was worth it"
I groan and stick my face in my hands. Like I needed a reminder.
"Sorry" France replies looking more uncomfortable than I've ever seen him "I figured you might need some remonter le moral after that so I'm here to grace you with my presence to make it better"
"Don't speak French it's a stupid language" I muttered
"It's the language of l'amour and love is very good, no?" France replies bragging once again about his language
I look up at him and I say to France what I've wanted to say to someone, anyone even the arrogant ass that is France "Love is stupid. Why even bother giving a damn about somebody if you know that you can NEVER trust them. It's absolutely stupid you know. Love. I don't know why your always going on about it you damn frog love is STUPID! Any sort of love! Why do you people bother!"
France for one in his life was speechless, he looked at me for a long time before finally saying "You can't really mean that Angleterre love is wonderful"
"Just get out" I mutter "I don't have time for you today"
I peaked at France just a little bit to see if he was leaving but he was doing quite the opposite and sitting down in a chair and pulling it over to my bed where I was sitting.
"Get out frog" I growl "I mean it"
"Stop being so defensive Angleterre your very bad at it" France taunts
I clench my jaw I don't have the patience for him right now.
"Really you must quit being so sad, it's making everyone around you sad" France mutters
I glance up "H-Huh?"
"It's just depressing being around you" France replies "You need to cheer up"
How can I cheer up when America hates me? I thought miserably
"Come on Black Sheep I'm going to cheer you up if it kills me!" France declares grabbing me and pulling me across the room "Let's go drinking!"
"Ack! Let go of me frog!"
America
I hadn't heard from Britain since he left a month ago and that worried me a little. I hoped he was OK...I shrug off the worry and focus back on my paperwork. Being a new country sure was hard. Britain usually took care of all this stuff for me but now I was stuck all by myself and my new boss George Washington expected me to be all mature and help him out by doing paperwork. It was totally boring. Who knew being my own country would be so much work?
"America!"
Someone burst into the room.
"What?" I ask looking up absolutely tired of all this work "Gah...Uhm...Mattie...Hey..."
Canada's face brightened "You remembered my name"
"Yep" America replies sighing a bit "What can I help ya with dude..."
"Well uh..." Canada's voice is so quite America can barely make it out
"Mattie dude raise the voice!" I yell
"Uh T-Trying Al..." Canada replies
"Just tell me" I sigh
"We-Well uh...F-France went to go talk to Britain so I get to talk to you" Canada's voice trailed off at the end
I felt the entire world freeze. Britain. What was wrong with Britain? Did something bad happen to Britain? Is he going to be ok? I hope he's not hurt or anything...Did he not get back to England OK?!
"Why does Francy Pants need to talk to Britain?" I scoff trying to look unconcerned
Canada frowns "W-Well you see Britain is very upset. He hasn't left his house since he got back to England and France is a little bit worried. I was wondering if maybe you uh...wanted to go visit..or at least write a letter"
"I'll write a letter" I reply shrugging "A visit would cause too much yelling and possibly crying" and I'd feel like the worst person in the universe.
"O-Ok..." Canada looks relieved that I at least agreed to do that "Th-Thanks Alfred..."
"No problemo uh...What's your name again" I reply feeling like the worst brother ever
Canada droops "I'm Canada! I'm Matthew! I'm your brother!"
"Right...Cya Canadia!" I grin
Dear Britain,
I am trying to use my best grammar since I know that grammar stuff is really important to you and stuff but you know I'm me so there's probably gonna be some mistakes. I um...Don't know what to say...Cause I feel really bad about hurting you but something in my heart sorta told me to get my independance. I'm sorry I hurt you and also sorry I doomed you to spend some time with France because he's totally annoying and I think we can all agree on that right XD! Oh my god XD I totally just invented that! I'm telling you dude that's going to be a big thing one day! Look at it sideways it looks like totally awesome! Anyways I decided to write this when Canadia told me how sad you were and stuffs so I hope this makes you feel better or whatever cause even though your totally annoying sometimes I
I pause what do I say now.
Say I love you and that's why I had to leave you! a tiny voice shouts in my head
Shut up I reply
really never wanted to hurt you at all I just wanted my freedom and I really hope you can understand that...I uh...I feel really bad. Maybe one day you should come visit, we've got some really cool tropical places in the South that will totally help give you a tan (cause let's admit it dude your pretty pale) and we might as well get over this whole war thing cause I still wanna be your friend cause
Cause I love you the same voice says in my head
Oh shut it I growl hating my subconscious
you were always there for me and I don't want that to end cause we could be like best friends or something! Anyways write back but you don't really have to cause I know you totally hate me and probably want nothing to do with me anymore but I um...I hope you...I guess I'm trying to say that I hope your not sad all the time because I'm not there, you were a great big brother and I really hurt you and that's probably the stupidest thing you've ever done...Sorry...
Love,
The Heroic United States of America
I pale slightly. Crap. I wrote love. Gah...I guess it's OK...Britain must remember that brotherly love stuff we had so he'll probably think that's what I mean by it! Oh god I hope it is...
I fold up the paper as neatly as I can and prepare to get someone to take it to England for me.
Britain
"Come on Angleterre we're going drinking!" France announces for the hundredth time as he forces me along the streets of London
"You've already said that!" I complain
France just smirks in that perverted sort of way he does and continues to force me into wherever he thought I would start drinking and go crazy. I give him an annoyed look but maybe getting drunk won't be so bad because I'll get to forget about America for a little while...Yeah...That'll be nice...
France
I don't think that he has noticed yet.
I never care about his well being at least I try not to.
Correction to the fabulous me: I tried not to.
But he was my perfect little Angleterre someone I always teased or went to war with...But he was so...Perfect...He always managed to look adorable...The way he scrunched up those huge eyebrows when he got mad, the way he glared, the calm look he had on his face whenever he was thinking about something, that happy excited childish look even the most mature form of Britain gets whenever he talks about that silly magic...I'd never admit it but I thought Britain was well...Perfect...Almost as wonderful as the fabulous moi!
I was shaken out of my thoughts by the already drunk Britain himself "Fraaaaance~"
"Angleterre your totally drunk" I laugh at his complete and utter silliness, drunk Britain is by far the silliest thing I've ever seen
"I knoooooow riiiiiiiight!" Britain declares happily, then suddenly his face goes dull and lifeless just like it did before when I was in his room "Wh-Why did America leave...Why does everyone hate me..."
I just stare at him in shock.
"Everybody doesn't hate you!" I argue
"Yoooou do...Aaaameeeeriiiicaaaa doooooes" Britain says "My broooothers do...Eeeevveeeerrryboooodddyy hates meeeeeee!"
"I don't hate you Britain ... you'd better go home ..." I sigh this was a bad idea...
Some how I'm able to get Britain home but even then he won't stop talking about everybody hating him.
"Go to bed Black Sheep you'll feel better in the morning" I sigh
"Why?" Britain asks his head stuck in the pillow "What's the point"
"Ohonhonhonhon" I laugh "You'll see one day"
"I'mnotgoingtobebetteruntilAmericacomesbackbecause IloveAmericasomuchit'ssoweirdbecauseIdon'tlovehimi nabrotherlysortofwaynowgoawayyoustupidfrogbecausey ouhatemeandsodoesAmerica!" Britain says so fast I can barely understand him
It take a minute for what he just said to process through my brain and when it finally does I really wish it hadn't "Go to sleep"
I walk out and I feel like my heart has just byeen broken in half...Britain loved America...America loved Britain...This couldn't happen! I was fabulous! The country of love! I couldn't lose the person I loved! This was crazy!
Britain
The next day I wake up with a giant headache.
"Damn frog taking me drinking I always get a bloody hangover" I mutter putting the blanket over the head "Someone make the light shut up!"
"Britain sir!"
Of course some wanker takes that moment to run into my room. People always burst in on me in the worst possible moment.
"What?" I say
"We just got a letter from Mr. America" he says
America.
I quickly ignore the fact I feel like crap and burst out of bed "Give it here!"
I quickly open it and I feel like ...
I haven't lost America entirely.