So this was my first story. I feel like I didn't do so great near the end and it maybe got confusing for people, sorry. This is the last chapter as well just to end it and help explain some things.

The four had finally left France alone after hours of all them surrounding him like mother hens that just lost all their babies except for one. He appreciated their worry even England's even though they usually can't stand to be near one another most of the time. The sun was already setting with beautiful oranges and purples. His side hurt every time he tried to move so he gave up and lied still on his back. He went through what happened recently.

France's knew that it had all started on the fateful day on the horrid island where he finally lost it. Where they actually found out he did have a breaking point and a big one as well. France walked into the forest for a couple of days. He couldn't recall how many since he was so upset. He found a tree he like and just sat staring into space trying to calm down. Which really didn't help each time he got calm he remembered what happen and got completely angry and upset once again. One time it was so fierce it manifested all his negative emotions into a physical being. That was who attacked him. France was basically attacked by himself or his own emotions. Emotions physically caused him pain. France remembered when looked up to see the being appearing as him only with red glowing eyes and a continuous scowl. It disappeared in seconds. That was when Francis felt better still not great but better and returned to the others on his own.

When they later on got back to their homes he always had this feeling following him. It was a mix between a chill running down his spine and a burning sensation. He swore the whole time he was being watched and the person watching him was staring with an evil intent. It stressed him out. Day to day life had gotten a whole lot more edgy for him. Of course he tried to hide it he was the nation of love and beauty it wouldn't do for him to show his stress. Then of course the teasing was same as usual and sometimes more sarcastic because of the added fact of him running of as a crybaby as some had put it. He wasn't going to name any names. So he figured revenge was a perfect way especially in a nonviolent way. Well he did kind of violently mutilate England's tea leaves but that is another story. America got his by working for his TV back which really means that he stalked France and kept annoying him for it (it was a lovely TV after all).

Yet, the whole time the feeling was growing more intense. It wasn't until he found a message written sloppily in blood that dripped down the walls that he truly freak out. The message said, "I'm coming for you and I will kill you. You will die slowly and painfully until I wring every bit of your screams out of you." Of course, he at first thought it was a cruel trick from one the others to which he was naming names yet again. Okay the name started with "r "and ended with "a". France soon found out that the particular nation had absolutely no clue as what happened. It was when France went into a bit of a self destructive shut down mode. That was the whole lot more than unusual every blue moon cigarette to a pack a day and him completely disregarding fashion sense and personal care beyond bathing. Simply and completely terrible? Absolutely! I am never doing that again! France had thought. He was going to make sure that will not occur again.

It was even more edgy when he found the corpse of one of his gorgeous Pierres. That one was the 5th he believed. The person who wrote the death threat on his wall was definitely responsible because the bird was hidden and had barely any blood left in its body. So the creep killed one of his precious birdies and used the blood for the note. It was then he figured it was supposed to be very personal yet, those closest to him wouldn't do such a thing. Heck that was way too cruel for even Angleterre to commit.

France was absolutely sure who it was when the door opened soundlessly. There weren't any noises or sounds of a break in. He could tell because the kitchen he was working in was very close to the front entrance. The footsteps as well he recognized the boots were all too familiar to him. So when he turned around France knew it had to be his manifested emotions or other self. Weirdly enough though this time it looked exactly like him. No glowing red eyes or a scowl on its face. No, it learned how to hide its evilness. Except for when it smiled, France liked to believe when he smiled it was full of compassion and warmth, but the being's smile was cold like frost growing on a window during a cold night. It drew its sword pointing for France to do the same.

They crossed swords in every room overturning furniture or ripping it to shreds. His Pierres scattered most of them flying away out the window to return again after the chaos. France and the being were very evenly matched the way he remembered it. When one thrusted their sword the other blocked with perfect timing. It wasn't until the actually started fighting in France's bedroom did things change. He favorite Pierre, Pierre #1, got scared seeing the two fighting and accidently distracted France for a second. That the manifested emotions saw the opening lunging with a forceful stab straight into his right ribs. It kicked France back unsheathing the sword from France's ribs. Desperate France crawled to his bed he had to get his hand under the bed. The being started to taunt Francis and took his sword.

France struggled faster feeling his hand rest on a cool piece of metal under his bed. France pulled it out lying on his back as the thing stood above him. It was too late for the being to realize France had just pulled out a pistol aimed straight at it. Without hesitation France pulled the trigger firing to shots into its chest. The light in its eyes went out and the being disappeared slowly taking the bullets with him.

France had snuck into the waist of his pants. He lied there on the floor calming down taking deep ragged breathes. He tried to put pressure on his wound to the stop the flow. It so much energy to move and breathe at that point that he passed out.

Leading him to waking up here at Germany's place in Prussia's room seeing the worried faces of the four. France wondered where the pistol went but decided it was unimportant. The gun was used for the reason it was bought he didn't need any longer. He closed his eyes for rest.

France woke up in the morning once again having England's face staring down at him, "Where's Alfred?" France didn't really care but felt it was polite to ask. America was a grown man though still a bit he could go where pleased.

"He went home last night. I stayed here on one of the couches and so did Spain and Prussia. They are still fast asleep." Satisfied France asked England to help him up. England helped with barely a complaint. England then continued to return France to his place. He opened the door to show a house back in order with the furniture that survived in the right position and the shreds and pieces of other decoration thrown away. His how was nice tidy except for the rest of his Pierres happily going on with life once again. Pierre #1 chirped joining his companions.

"Spain, Prussia, America and took the liberty of cleaning up your place again and finding all your stupid birds. It is a good thing they are quite obviously yours and extremely loyal." France smiled still heavily leaning on England's shoulder.

"By the way the hell happened, frog?" England's patience was running out. France could tell because England always got blunt and snappy. He thought over the question a second making his decision.

"Nothing that hasn't been taken care of."England sighed taking France to his battered couch and helped him settle down getting comfortable. England sat on the seat across from him. England stared at France very intently. It went on for a good while.

"Fra…"England was cut off by France.

"Non, the answer is non. The subject is closed."France firmly told England who nodded not wanting to push the issue. France was glad he rather just forget everything from the recent months. They were painful and unpleasant which is better left in the past. Once his wound heals as well then it will truly be the past. Yet, France knew he never forget the past months. It was just a dear wish that would never come true. France would never tell a soul how he felt and what truly happened. No that information was going to stay his secret like so many other things that cloud his heart with pieces of darkness. Francis knew he would go on though he always has.

All done I hope you enjoyed my story. I don't own any of the Hetalia characters or any of Hetalia. Oh and yes I got lazy with accents.