2P!France x England
There's no such thing as love, my dear. Only heartbreak and despair.
These are the things he likes to tell himself, after she's been gone.
So he takes his time, he spreads around. Like an infectious maladie.
It makes him feel so good, it does.
There's no such thing as love.
England has a lovely face, he often thinks alone. So innocent, so pure.
A dirty lie, just like France is. A living oxymoron.
The heart is full of lies and shit.
There's no such thing as love.
A/N:
An oxymoron because England looks innocent despite his violent history, & France is the country of love, yet doesn't believe in it.
~Jasmina Lejandra