by ~FailKitten on deviantarts
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let آپ be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed آپ to personify his capital city of London just so long as آپ would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', آپ were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
آپ remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, آپ remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how آپ found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see آپ standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" آپ greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are آپ again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
آپ didn't think to much about that before he invited آپ into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the سوفی, لٹانا just before he went into the kitchen.
آپ examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... آپ thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
آپ hadn't the faintest idea what he had just کہا to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," آپ کہا shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could آپ please tell me why آپ are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know آپ better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start سے طرف کی getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," آپ replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted آپ guys to be دوستوں because I heard that آپ fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
آپ nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do آپ keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
آپ found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if آپ don't mind, Sir, could آپ please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, آپ asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. آپ have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for آپ to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
آپ smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have آپ been?" England greeted automatically as آپ walked in the door.
آپ smiled at him. "I was helping آپ improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with آپ in the first place!" آپ snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he کہا calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! آپ aren't the boss of me!" آپ yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! آپ are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and آپ follow them! Is that clear?!"
آپ had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, آپ growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his reading as soon as آپ left the room. Little did he know that آپ were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
آپ were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are آپ back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to آپ anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like آپ very much! I think آپ could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear آپ think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
آپ smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, آپ know."
"I know," آپ sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see آپ escape."
آپ giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see آپ later."
آپ nodded once more, heading ہوم again.
Of course, the fact that آپ had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until آپ opened the front door. آپ began kicking yourself immediately when آپ saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," آپ pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the سوفی, لٹانا to stand before آپ with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though آپ would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" آپ said, thinking as fast as آپ could.
"What did آپ have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are آپ happy now?"
"I am. And, اگلے time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told آپ with a smile.
آپ sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. آپ weren't too happy with him, but آپ couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, آپ always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh ماہ - April - آپ entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, سے طرف کی now آپ two were close enough so that آپ could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as آپ lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France کہا as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, آپ often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. آپ were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed آپ to the couch. "I will be right back!"
آپ nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm آپ up, <First Name>. I hate to see آپ shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," آپ assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the سوفی, لٹانا اگلے to آپ wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" آپ started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." آپ tried. آپ settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what آپ wished to. "I...know we've been دوستوں for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." آپ started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if آپ don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind آپ got when someone started creeping آپ out.
Well, basically, آپ discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before آپ came back ہوم at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, آپ inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since آپ left at eight that night.
"And where have آپ been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed آپ in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call آپ that?! He'd never called آپ that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" آپ asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told آپ not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put آپ on house arrest یا something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of London on lockdown and leave آپ there until آپ can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at آپ for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, آپ should get some sleep...follow me."
آپ obeyed reluctantly, and he led آپ to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If آپ اقدام just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
آپ nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as آپ lay down. Your big brother lay down اگلے to you, and آپ were both asleep soon.
The اگلے day, آپ were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when آپ finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
آپ nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes آپ found. آپ started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, آپ abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, آپ and England were on the plane. آپ were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: آپ never کہا good-bye to Francis, told him where آپ were going, یا even let him know آپ loved him.
آپ slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
آپ woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he کہا gently. "We're finally here."
آپ nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Japan was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
آپ curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being دوستوں with that frog."
"I see." Japan turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a محفوظ trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward آپ and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing آپ for a while now."
آپ nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before آپ knew it, آپ could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted آپ up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, آپ hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," آپ whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
آپ simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set آپ back down on your feet. "I'll come visit آپ sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
آپ nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
آپ just wished that آپ could tell France where آپ were at. He had never دیا آپ any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, آپ spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but آپ still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the دن that Japan decided to take آپ to a world meeting. All of the گزشتہ times, آپ would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
آپ were the first two at that meeting. Japan didn't seem to mind that آپ abandoned him to wait سے طرف کی the door. آپ also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
آپ were so overcome with every sort of emotion that آپ could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for آپ were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his نشست at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, آپ opted for the اگلے best option: آپ grabbed hold of his لباس, پوشاک and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," آپ murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed آپ so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing آپ سے طرف کی the shoulders and kissing both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never کہا anything!" آپ started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see آپ anymore! I had no way to contact آپ because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
آپ still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant آپ were his something یا other. آپ didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There آپ go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now آپ can talk to me whenever آپ want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, آپ embraced him.
"I love you," آپ blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled آپ away and held آپ out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't آپ know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" آپ asked sadly, آپ cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let آپ be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed آپ to personify his capital city of London just so long as آپ would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', آپ were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
آپ remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, آپ remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how آپ found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see آپ standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" آپ greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are آپ again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
آپ didn't think to much about that before he invited آپ into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the سوفی, لٹانا just before he went into the kitchen.
آپ examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... آپ thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
آپ hadn't the faintest idea what he had just کہا to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," آپ کہا shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could آپ please tell me why آپ are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know آپ better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start سے طرف کی getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," آپ replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted آپ guys to be دوستوں because I heard that آپ fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
آپ nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do آپ keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
آپ found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if آپ don't mind, Sir, could آپ please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, آپ asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. آپ have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for آپ to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
آپ smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have آپ been?" England greeted automatically as آپ walked in the door.
آپ smiled at him. "I was helping آپ improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with آپ in the first place!" آپ snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he کہا calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! آپ aren't the boss of me!" آپ yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! آپ are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and آپ follow them! Is that clear?!"
آپ had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, آپ growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his reading as soon as آپ left the room. Little did he know that آپ were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
آپ were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are آپ back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to آپ anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like آپ very much! I think آپ could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear آپ think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
آپ smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, آپ know."
"I know," آپ sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see آپ escape."
آپ giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see آپ later."
آپ nodded once more, heading ہوم again.
Of course, the fact that آپ had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until آپ opened the front door. آپ began kicking yourself immediately when آپ saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," آپ pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the سوفی, لٹانا to stand before آپ with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though آپ would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" آپ said, thinking as fast as آپ could.
"What did آپ have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are آپ happy now?"
"I am. And, اگلے time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told آپ with a smile.
آپ sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. آپ weren't too happy with him, but آپ couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, آپ always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh ماہ - April - آپ entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, سے طرف کی now آپ two were close enough so that آپ could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as آپ lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France کہا as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, آپ often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. آپ were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed آپ to the couch. "I will be right back!"
آپ nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm آپ up, <First Name>. I hate to see آپ shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," آپ assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the سوفی, لٹانا اگلے to آپ wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" آپ started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." آپ tried. آپ settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what آپ wished to. "I...know we've been دوستوں for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." آپ started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if آپ don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind آپ got when someone started creeping آپ out.
Well, basically, آپ discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before آپ came back ہوم at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, آپ inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since آپ left at eight that night.
"And where have آپ been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed آپ in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call آپ that?! He'd never called آپ that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" آپ asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told آپ not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put آپ on house arrest یا something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of London on lockdown and leave آپ there until آپ can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at آپ for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, آپ should get some sleep...follow me."
آپ obeyed reluctantly, and he led آپ to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If آپ اقدام just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
آپ nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as آپ lay down. Your big brother lay down اگلے to you, and آپ were both asleep soon.
The اگلے day, آپ were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when آپ finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
آپ nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes آپ found. آپ started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, آپ abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, آپ and England were on the plane. آپ were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: آپ never کہا good-bye to Francis, told him where آپ were going, یا even let him know آپ loved him.
آپ slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
آپ woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he کہا gently. "We're finally here."
آپ nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Japan was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
آپ curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being دوستوں with that frog."
"I see." Japan turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a محفوظ trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward آپ and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing آپ for a while now."
آپ nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before آپ knew it, آپ could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted آپ up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, آپ hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," آپ whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
آپ simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set آپ back down on your feet. "I'll come visit آپ sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
آپ nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
آپ just wished that آپ could tell France where آپ were at. He had never دیا آپ any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, آپ spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but آپ still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the دن that Japan decided to take آپ to a world meeting. All of the گزشتہ times, آپ would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
آپ were the first two at that meeting. Japan didn't seem to mind that آپ abandoned him to wait سے طرف کی the door. آپ also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
آپ were so overcome with every sort of emotion that آپ could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for آپ were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his نشست at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, آپ opted for the اگلے best option: آپ grabbed hold of his لباس, پوشاک and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," آپ murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed آپ so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing آپ سے طرف کی the shoulders and kissing both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never کہا anything!" آپ started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see آپ anymore! I had no way to contact آپ because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
آپ still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant آپ were his something یا other. آپ didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There آپ go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now آپ can talk to me whenever آپ want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, آپ embraced him.
"I love you," آپ blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled آپ away and held آپ out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't آپ know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" آپ asked sadly, آپ cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~
