~~~Francis~~~
The next morning I wake up with dry tears on my face. Someone had covered me overnight. Arthur? Non, he doesn't even like me so why would he care for me? I chuckle to myself and go to my room to change.
Arthur's sleeping in my bed.
He looks like an angel~ "Angleterre~!" I sung out his name to wake him up. I lightly nudged him. "Angleterre, wake up. You need to get up, Arzur."
"France~?"
"Oui?"
"Francis!" He jumped out of the bed. "What are you doing here?"
"I think I should be asking you that."
"I came here to sleep last night."
"What about ze Americian?"
"I...I broke up with him." I get a tingly feeling in my chest. This is my chance! I'll make him mine.
"oh?"
"Um...yea.."
"Was there a reason?"
"I just...I noticed I had something for someone else. Not Alfred."
"Someone else?" I wonder if he is talking about me? I may be the nation of love, but I don't quite always understand it. Espically when a Brit is involved.
"Um, yes." A blush spreads rapidly across his cheeks. "Well, um...see you in a bit. China and Ivan are making breakfast today."
"So long as it is not you. We don't want this place burning down. A bentoit, Angleterre~"
He heads outside and I get dressed grinning like an idiot.