Walking in the door he took a breath then collapsed on the couch, letting his eyes fall shut.
"Move," England snapped, poking at him with the toe of her shoe. "You have a flight to catch and I have a job to get to."
"You're so cruel," he mumbled, glaring at her. "I have had barely thirty minutes of sleep and watched my two wonderful sons take their first steps on their own into the adult world, I believe I deserve a moment to collapse."
"I do wish you hadn't cried," she mumbled, moving around him to pick up the cup of instant coffee she's abandoned on the TV table in the rush that morning.
"Is it not traditional to be emotional at such times?"
"I've been sending them to day care for years," she said with a sigh. "I mean, I know it's different but you didn't need to cry so much!"
"But do you not think that their school uniforms made them look so very much younger?"
"Francis, get of my couch or so help me!"
"Yes, yes, I am moving," he sighed, pulling himself up again and reaching for his bag. He wished dearly that he could stay to pick up his children from their last day of school but there were time sensitive tasks he would need to run to the lab to complete as soon as he got back to France. He stood up, picked up the bag, then walked towards the door, waiting for her to move back and join him.
"One thing, England. Thank you very much for talking to me last night."
"Even though you didn't get any sleep?" she quirked him a small smile.
"Even so," he grinned. "Thank you." Then he lent over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Predictably she flushed red and blustered out the door. Francis smiled to himself. She was quite adorable.
These chapters keep getting longer T_T Just wanted to say thanks for the comments, I love every comment I get XD Next chapter is in progress and will be with you soon.
"Life can be difficult" 3.7/?
"Move," England snapped, poking at him with the toe of her shoe. "You have a flight to catch and I have a job to get to."
"You're so cruel," he mumbled, glaring at her. "I have had barely thirty minutes of sleep and watched my two wonderful sons take their first steps on their own into the adult world, I believe I deserve a moment to collapse."
"I do wish you hadn't cried," she mumbled, moving around him to pick up the cup of instant coffee she's abandoned on the TV table in the rush that morning.
"Is it not traditional to be emotional at such times?"
"I've been sending them to day care for years," she said with a sigh. "I mean, I know it's different but you didn't need to cry so much!"
"But do you not think that their school uniforms made them look so very much younger?"
"Francis, get of my couch or so help me!"
"Yes, yes, I am moving," he sighed, pulling himself up again and reaching for his bag. He wished dearly that he could stay to pick up his children from their last day of school but there were time sensitive tasks he would need to run to the lab to complete as soon as he got back to France. He stood up, picked up the bag, then walked towards the door, waiting for her to move back and join him.
"One thing, England. Thank you very much for talking to me last night."
"Even though you didn't get any sleep?" she quirked him a small smile.
"Even so," he grinned. "Thank you." Then he lent over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Predictably she flushed red and blustered out the door. Francis smiled to himself. She was quite adorable.
These chapters keep getting longer T_T Just wanted to say thanks for the comments, I love every comment I get XD Next chapter is in progress and will be with you soon.