Yo.

Taking a bit of a break from I'm Falling. I don't really know what's going to happen yet, I sort of just go with the flow, so I think I'm going to have to think through how long I really want it to be. Plus I need to update Lightwood, the story DregrassiGleek22 and I are working on,

But I really like France, he's one of my favourite characters. And I know very well that he's a flirt, not a rapist. So I thought I would make this little France tribute, and it also clears up why he did what he did. Anyways, I don't own hetalia.

Enjoy!

France's POV:

I slouched against the wall next to the door, clutching the wounds America gave me. Nothing I couldn't take of course. When you're me, you have to get used to physical pain. I closed my eyes and gripped my bruised arms tightly as I heard England confess his love to the boy who betrayed him and broke his heart. I drooped my head. My golden hair that I groomed to perfection hung in front of my face, having been knocked out of it's ponytail as the man who stole him beat me. I clutched my chest.

It hurts. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. It isn't fair! America had his chance, and he left him! I'm the one that's been there for him all this time...

I love England. I love him so much that sometimes I want to rip out my own heart to stop the pain. But he would never love me. He just couldn't, and I know it. I've known him for ages, so I knew he had feelings for America before he did. I could've tried to stop it, but I just want to see him happy. And as much as I love him, he's as stubborn as a mule. I knew it would take something big to make him reveal his feelings to himself. Like when America took his independence, and left him crying in the rain, to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. That's the only reason I would do something so horrible to the love of my life.

I made sure America was nearby, and then I...I forced myself on him. It broke my heart to see him like that. I couldn't do it. I spoke his name, to tell him I loved him, to tell him I was sorry. Words that normally came so easily to me fled my brain, leaving me speechless.

And then he came. That blasted America. And as he beat me and made me bleed, I silently asked for more. Hit me more, I thought. Because I deserve it. I deserve to go to hell, and I will if that's what it takes for England to be happy. Even if he hates me, and never speaks to me again.

The door squeaked as America opened it, England making some kind of protest about being fine. Their voices were out of tune and fuzzy to me. I didn't look up when America prodded at me.

"What's wrong you French bastard? Had enough? Or do you want more?" I didn't say anything. I doubled over as he kicked me in the gut.

"Alfred, it's fine. He won't do it again, you can leave him alone now." England said. I gritted my teeth. He said his first name. The panging in my chest grew more painful. This hurt so much more than I thought it would.

"..."

"Alfred!"

"...Fine." I heard America shrug something off, and they both walked away. I looked up, my hair hanging in front of my eyes. They were holding hands, not looking back at me. I was insignificant.

"Francis, mi amigo! What did you do?" Antonio ran up to me and started shaking me, before following my gaze down the hall. "Oh. I'm sorry." He was oddly serious.

"Don't be. I got them together."I said quietly. We were both silent. He patted me gently on the back.

"You're an amazing person, Francis." He said, sitting down next to me. "If it was Romano, I'd never do that."

"Tell that to England." I said sadly, shaking my head.

"Maybe I will." Antonio gave a sad smile. He looked at me, beaming."Gilbert would be proud." I smiled at that. He would probably give me a beer and tell me to suck it up, and that no matter what I did, I would always be a better person than him, so no worries. Antonio seemed to read my mind.

"Come on." He looped his arm around my waist, pulling me up. "The meeting's going to start." We both slowly went down the hall.

And through that whole meeting, England avoided my gaze. He didn't look at me once. And you know what?

That's the way it should be.

Aww France. Dang, I got tears all over my new laptop. Anyway, do you people think I should change which characters it features, or leave it?

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(Slightly inspired by the song Almost Lover, by A Fine Frenzy)