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Love is like a butterfly...

Pairing: Reader x implied!England

The air smelt of freshly baked croissants, tourists and locals alike merge together in the streets each in their own vision of Paris, the air was warm, and the sky was clear. A perfect day in Paris, France. Everything was beautiful, no matter how hard you try to look for faults, it would never appear, and if it did then you will still see the beauty that it emerges from. (Name) knew this very well. For the past few hours, she did nothing but sit in a small cafe dozens of blocks away from the luxurious apartment she used to live in with France. Every now and then her eyes would roam around the streets trying to find any faults she could, but to her displeasure and anger just fueled even more as she find them beautiful as well.

Just like France.

Beautiful and charming but a liar he is, she thought bitterly, sipping the hot coffee.

Its been two hours now that she rushed out of France's apartment, grabbing all her clothes and possessions not once giving the smug woman the satisfaction of seeing the hurt and pain she held. France just stood there in a daze, muttering to himself this isn't happening. (Name) left and now here she was sitting at a small cafe with eyes red like fire from the tears, hair in a mess from the quick escape, light evidence of mascara that ran down her cheeks and bags that were laid hazardously on the ground next to her table.

She looked like a mess.

It didn't help that each person that passed by her either gave her a dirty look or a piteous look. The customers around her spoke to each other in hushed tones, their glances aimed at her appearance and bags, and they went back to each other laughing under their breaths. If she wasn't so lost in her own thoughts, she would've felt the glare on her back from the owner of the small cafe. Despite this she didn't care.

She sincerely didn't give a fuck of what these people thought.

"Es stupid Francis," (Name) muttered,"get punched in the balls!"

"I agree, although I don't think that's an appropriate thing for lady like you to say," said an amused voice behind her.

(Name) blinked and turned around in her seat to see the infamous ex-pirate/gentleman, Arthur Kirkland. Arthur Kirkland better known by his country name, England, the tsundere of the Allies and France's bitter rival/friend. (And world worst cook, though he doesn't know that title as of yet). (Name) knew the rivalry between France and England is as old as the gentlemen themselves, maybe even far longer though (Name) can't be quiet sure of it. Those two went at it like dogs fighting over meat, always in arguments and at each other throats. Nevertheless, England treated her quite fair, never once had he ever spoken to her in malice and had always been the friend who stays by her side in dire times, even if she was involved with the charlatan of a Frenchman.

"A-Arthur?" (Name) would've slapped herself right then. She wasn't going to let her self cry again! No! No more tears over that cheating bastard!"What are you doing here in Paris?"

He gave a nonchalant shrug,"Oh nothing, just trying to find that frog so we can organize the next World Meeting that is supposed to be held here." He looked at her questioningly,"Question is, what are youdoing here?"

"A-Ah," she stammered, then softly spoke," I find it beautiful today for a ...walk?"

Arthur studied her with narrowed eyes. 'Her eyes are red, mascara streaks, and,' he looked down to see the barracking of bags that were hazardously surrounding her table. A flash of understanding appeared in his eyes then replaced with anger ,"That bastard!"

"Arthur?"

"(Name)," Arthur spoke calmly,"did the frog...did he?"

(Name) sighed but offered a weak smile. "Please sit and we will speak, England."

Arthur was going to protest, but just one look from her and he obeyed. So he sat and listen to her story from the beginning of the newly started relationship to its ending. Arthur will occasionally snort at the Frenchman's romantic acts and felt the anger once again boil in his stomach of how he once again started his foolish antics. 'Damn wanker didn't even realized what his idiotic antics cost him,' England thought,'he lost someone that could never be replaced. This maidens heart.'

"(Name),I'm-" (Name) cut him off mid sentence.

"Don't apologize," (Name) said, she laughed bitterly,"It was my mistake to think he would ever change his ways for a girl like me."

"Then he is the biggest arsehole in all of Europe," England said shrewdly, inside his mind he already was thinking of ideas of getting back at that toad. But now, his eyes lingered on the bags that laid on the ground, where will she stay? He turned his gaze at (name) and his eyes soften,"That French bastard doesn't deserve a woman as such as yourself, (Name)."

"Really?" (Name) mummered, she looked up at England then shook her head slowly,"Thanks for listening, Arthur."

"Your welcome, love," England said, he rose from his seat and dusted off invisible dust,"Well lets get going shall we?"

"Going? Going where?" (Name) asked perplexedly.

"To a hotel of course," England gave her a look, while on large eyebrow raised,"After all a gentleman such as myself can't let a lady of all matters, wander in the streets can I?"

(Name) stared at England with her mouth agape. He seriously couldn't be offering something as of that to her could he? She looked at him with some wariness, of course she should be wary of England. After many years of being a country, one learns to be wary of the British nation and his offers. There was always a price to be payed when it came to his offerings, but...he would never hurt her. …...Would he?

'Trust him," (Name) thought to herself, she slowly stood,"England has never lied to me. He's always been by me. I should be ashamed of myself for thinking he would ever try to hurt me."

"No, I suppose not" (Name) said, small grin began to appear,"So where do we go?"

"Anywhere, but here." England turned to her with a smile.

Thump, thump, thump

(Name) slightly jumped at the sudden noise, but quickly shoved it aside. She quickly paid for her drinks, then grabbed her bags (as well as England despite her protests, darn wanker.), and walked by England as they both began to move through the crowds of Paris, side by side.

You won't know where it would land...

Authors note:

So yeah i wanted to write this part of France x Reader series, so i continued it. Not sure if it is good or not so critism is valued greatly! Just don't let it be too vulgar alright? Also apologise for those whom are stilling waiting for their oneshots, be assure they will be coming up next during these weeks before i move AGAIN to another state. I will lso look through any reviews and PM's in search of requests that haven't been fulfilled.

Thank you to all those who review this has much meaning to me.

Something i can never forget, something i will value in ll my life.

Gracias.