Marie's violet eyes glistened with unshed tears, orbs of violet glaring back at her wife accusingly, gripping a couch pillow like a vice, her lip wobbling. Wasn't marriage supposed to be about communication? Hadn't they known each other long enough to consider their feelings? She was supposed to be the nation of love and she valued nurturing said emotion in all forms. She felt so betrayed, she hated feeling like this, they were supposed to be a team. Alice was insistent on following her own path, made her own decisions and often behaved so immaturely. She hated being left out and she hated the squabbles they endured. "Angleterre, you are so mean, how can you abandon me like this?" she sobbed. The house was so much bigger when she wasn't around, that she would be forced to entertain herself in other ways. She would cope for a period before all the usual distractions became mundane, she just wanted so badly to join her.
Why was she never prepared for this? She acted like she could handle it but she always ended up freaking out when the time came. England always handled this better than she did, acting unfazed and welcoming as soon as she came home. She knew she would be lonely, she knew she would be all alone, she would only have her friends Spain and Prussia to call. They always acted as the best confidants at a time like this, letting her pour out her feelings and act dramatically. Knowing just how many struggles went into maintaining a relationship. Being the emotional half of the couple, meaning they carried both of their feelings. She would be weeping down the phone to them endlessly, ranting about England's actions. Did she enjoy hurting her like this? Making her feel left out, unwanted?
England rolled her eyes in frustration, checking her watch for the time, she had hoped to make this quick like ripping off a plaster. She too hated leaving France, knowing that the dramatic nation of love could find ways of getting into mischief. They'd been looking out for one another since childhood, and despite their conflicts and often rivalry, they still loved one another. But times like this she really needed space from her wife, when she couldn't be reasoned with, she was prolonging the inevitable. Sighing heavily as her wife slumped on the couch dramatically, she didn't have time for this. "Marie, you are being unreasonable" she groaned, they had both endured time apart many times before.
Marie's gaze sharpened, gripping the pillow tighter "Are you calling me a child?!" she accused, her tone sharp, was she making fun of her unhappiness? England had no issue travelling, partying, meeting her friends, enduring long distance. Sometimes she was so cool and nonchalant she wondered if anything fazed her. But then being an isolated and neutral nation worked in her favour. She never worried about maintaining her friendships, she focused purely on work from a rational point of view. But then all her alliances had lasted this long. But she wished she could see it from her perspective, how she was trying to be mature but her heart spoke for her. How she realised the distance and how much harder it became.
Alice adjusted her glasses, she had her contact details, they would be able to video chat and message everyday, not that they didn't anyway. It would be such a short period, it would pass in no time at all. But she was behaving as if England was throwing her out of the house "You aren't being reasonable" she muttered. She was supposed to be the older of the two, she was supposed to be mature. She acted like she was the elder sister of all the nations and yet behaved like a spoiled child when she saw fit. She was cutting close on time, she was going to be late at this point and she would receive a scolding for it. Scotland hated the traffic, she hated waiting on busy platforms and she hated the bustle of the station. Given many would be in rush hour and commuters would be travelling home from work. She would need to call and apologise on the way, expecting to receive a harsh scolding.
Marie collapsed onto the couch, sobbing into the pillow harder, she knew Scotland would call later to scold her. Calling her a child and other words, as much as she loved the friendship with the older nation, she could be rather harsh sometimes. She would think her sister in law would be more empathetic to her feelings. "You're supposed to stay home with me! How can you be so cold as to leave me?" she whined bitterly.
Alice rubbed the bridge of her nose, just when was she going to behave appropriately? She would hide away in her baggage if it meant she could come with her, France always had a way of being sneaky. Using underhanded means to get what she wanted. She had been that way since they were children. She had known about this for weeks and she insisted on acting like a child, she had known Scotland as long as she had. She too had been forced to travel for work before, they all had for world conference meetings within their counties and other nations. It was tiring but it was mandatory for their positions. Only now it was a personal matter, and the distance was far less. The two were close allies and friends for crying out loud. "I'm going to visit my family for a week, it's a tradition" she rolled her eyes. It would be nice to visit her sisters home, to enjoy the wild heather, the salty sea air and her dry humour. Isla had prepared her a spare room and was eager to have her baby sister home, it was a family get together, planned for ages.
Marie pouted, she couldn't believe she was being neglected, that Alice was giving her an annoyed expression. She was being patronising, speaking to her as if she was a child, the way she would speak to America as a child. This was supposed to be a family event but she hadn't even been invited or considered, that she wasn't considered family despite being their sister in law. She had known Scotland since they were young, she would have a word with her later about not offering her a room too. "You're leaving me behind! I'm your lover! We are supposed to be a team" she protested. She was so cruel as to make plans without her and abandon her alone in their home, she would be so lonely, waking to an empty bed. They were supposed to talk about these things, plan in advance.
Alice folded her arms, giving Marie a cool gaze, she was avoiding the conversation and victimising herself. Marie could have come along if she so wished, but she had other responsibilities she needed to face. The time would pass in no time at all, then they would be reunited again and this dramatic turn of events would be in the past. But she didn't appreciate her wife behaving like this "Your boss sent you work Marie, you usually have no issue" she chided. She would be able to focus and finally finish all the necessary documents, it would keep her focus on anything but thinking about this.
Marie loved it when England would make her tea, make her snacks, offer her words of support and remind her to take a break. If she wasn't here when she worked, how would she know when to stop? How would she be able to focus when all of her belongs were around her? "Only if you are here too! I'll get lonely" Marie whined. What if she needed a break and kisses?
England bit back a laugh at her adorable statement, the thought of her wife pining for her. While she too would miss the smell of her wife's perfume and soft warm body, she would be with her again in no time at all. "You'll cope" England scoffed teasingly, but she had to admit she was getting somewhat annoyed, she was being selfish and unreasonable. She packed the remainder of her belongings into the taxi, her boss had arranged the train tickets necessary for travel. She began to pack up the taxi, apologising to the driver for the delay, she knew Marie would calm down later, she just needed to cool off. She knew she wouldn't be able to leave if Marie used her puppy dog eyes, it was her secret weapon. Marie knew it.
Marie panicked, she thought she would have more time with her, that they would at least get to cuddle first, but the taxi was already here? They could have sat down with some tea and talked, they could have had one last kiss goodbye. But they had wasted it all with her tears and her arguing. Why hadn't England scooped her into her arms yet? Why hadn't she comforted her and made her feel safe? Was she so eager to leave? "You're leaving already?" she babbled. The next train wouldn't be for ages.
England checked the time on her phone, she had time to spare, grab some food and a coffee for the journey, the train would of course have food. But the traffic at this time of day was ugly, she would be sitting in queue's for ages, staring at cars before she even arrived at the station. She wanted to make a head start before it got worse. Commuters, people finishing work, people whining about the news etc. She wanted to get a head start, such a long journey was expected. "I have a train to catch, delays and new tickets are expensive". She would bring back presents, knowing it would make the blow less painful, she knew France loved shortbread and other treats. She had a long journey ahead and she would be exhausted afterwards. Thank god certain couches had designated smoking areas, in case she needed a stress puff.
France gripped her hands into balled fists, this would be the longest week of her life, days stretching out endlessly "Don't leave me angleterre" France sobbed. How was she not emotional too? How was she not openly conveying how much she would miss her? She would be so bored, drinking wine and having to tolerate America's prank calls. At least England could be occasionally entertaining, making her laugh, reminiscing and she was always so good at karaoke. What was she supposed to do with herself until then?
England sighed mentally, she grabbed her belongings and made a note to text one of Marie's friends. She knew that Spain and others would be able to entertain her wife until she returned. Maybe she could ask America to annoy her wife for long enough until she came home. This was going to be a long trip, she would want nothing more than to take a nap when she arrived. She couldn't cope with her wife's dramatic tantrums.
"Dios mío Marie, she's been gone barely an hour" Spain sighed wearily, Lovina went to visit her sister regularly. She sent pictures and messages knowing her girlfriend would be lonely. But she was glad to see she was enjoying herself with her sister. Repairing the bond between the pair after their traumatic childhood was necessary. France had a tendency to be dramatic and even she could admit she went a bit far sometimes. For someone who considered herself the big sister to other nations, she behaved an awful lot like a child.
"Has it been that long already? I'm losing track of time" France wailed, the house was so quiet and she didn't know what to do with herself. She kept checking her phone, watching England's location, considering making tea, crying into her pillow more. What was she supposed to do with herself? It was so quiet, she felt like she was going mad, wandering when England would come home.
"Open a bottle of wine and watch some crap TV" Prussia suggested, romantic comedies, drama, anything that took her fancy. She had been given a week of freedom and she wasn't taking advantage. She could be having so much fun right now and she was instead whining.
France huffed, her friends weren't being as supportive as she hoped, in fact they sounded as if they were siding with England. Why were they acting as if she was being overdramatic? She had sat with them when they cried over something like this. "Like you haven't gotten upset when Lovina has gone on a trip, or Hungary has decided to visit his ex or go on a trip!" France accused bitterly.
She could feel the rage burning into her, Spain's expression changing on video chat, like she had pressed a button she shouldn't have. She felt a shiver run down her spine "Estas tratando de pelear?" Spain warned cooly. She was trying to be supportive and understanding, instead France was being childish and starting an argument.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Prussia pouring herself a beer and eagerly watching her friends. She was loving the drama and getting entertainment from their squabbles. Sometimes she wondered if Prussia was an instigator on purpose, just to cure her own boredom "Ooo Spanien klingt beängstigend" Prussia teased in amusement.
Spain rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself despite the flickering annoyance that was dancing behind her eyes. Holding back her tongue so she didn't snap at her friend. "Seriously you complain that England is immature, I think you might just be projecting" Spain muttered wearily. She had known France since they were children, she knew what she was capable of and all her worst personality traits. She wasn't as perfect as she made herself out to be.
Prussia snorted as she sipped her beer "You got that right" Prussia laughed.
This wasn't the conversation she had hoped, wanting to vent about England and instead she was being scolded by her friends too. Did the universe hate her for some reason? All she wanted was some sympathy for crying out loud "Are you making fun of me?" France accused.
Spain smirked at her in amusement, seeing her cry over nothing, her girlfriend had gone to visit her family. She didn't want to be on her own so she FaceTimed them to complain "Hey, we're friends miel, that's what we're for" Spain laughed. They loved her dearly but she was indeed dramatic "This week will pass in no time, you'll barely remember it". France frowned, she got to her feet in annoyance to pour herself a drink. Her wife had gone to visit her family for a week and her friends were teasing her. She already wanted to sulk in a ball and cry for an hour. Why was nobody giving her attention?