“Okay, ehm… America…” Canada suddenly said to France, “I… I’m going to head back now.”
France noticed England abruptly turn around once more at Canada’s words. He looked really angry, his cheeks red and his hands into fists.
“Yes.” France said, “See you soon.”
Canada nodded, tried to smile, but then just turned around and took his leave. England had come all the way to Paris by car, it seemed, as France suddenly noticed England’s car parked before the building. England was waiting for him.
“Get in the car.” England suddenly ordered. France couldn’t understand why England suddenly looked so threatening. “Get in the car. Right now.”
France would have protested, but England got into the driver’s seat and silently threatened him to leave him in Paris alone, so he complied. England put the key in the ignition and started the engine. He shot a look at France, who tried to crack a joke.
“I don’t understand why you keep insisting on driving on the wrong side of the road.”
“It’s not the wrong side, git.” England said, “You all drive wrong.”
It hadn’t work, so France decided to change subject.
“Where are we going?”
“Home, of course…” England said, then he thought it over and said: “No. Let’s go to the countryside instead, away from London. I need some air.”
France sighed and looked out of the window for the rest of the drive. England kept driving in silence for the next three hours. he looked really lost in though, as if he was fighting an internal battle with his mind. France tried to put some music on, just to break the silence. England let him.
Three hours later, they were driving in one of England’s countryside’s roads. Threatening grey clouds covered the whole area, and, abruptly England made a detour. France didn’t know where they were heading; all he knew was that it was deserted. Suddenly, England stopped the car, and without another word got off. France watched him go, as the first droplets of water started to fall, and decided to follow him outside. Everything was green and lonely around them, and France suddenly pictured England’s eyes in his head.
England suddenly turned around, approached France and grabbed him by his shirt.
“I’m an idiot…”, he whispered and, without another word, kissed France directly on the lips, hard. France didn’t feel like complaining, but he couldn’t do but wonder why England was kissing him like that all so suddenly. England wasn’t letting go of him. He pulled him even closer, and France unconsciously wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. England made an abrupt movement, and France’s fake glasses fell on the already wet grass.
Love me the "American" way [7e/?]
France noticed England abruptly turn around once more at Canada’s words. He looked really angry, his cheeks red and his hands into fists.
“Yes.” France said, “See you soon.”
Canada nodded, tried to smile, but then just turned around and took his leave. England had come all the way to Paris by car, it seemed, as France suddenly noticed England’s car parked before the building. England was waiting for him.
“Get in the car.” England suddenly ordered. France couldn’t understand why England suddenly looked so threatening. “Get in the car. Right now.”
France would have protested, but England got into the driver’s seat and silently threatened him to leave him in Paris alone, so he complied. England put the key in the ignition and started the engine. He shot a look at France, who tried to crack a joke.
“I don’t understand why you keep insisting on driving on the wrong side of the road.”
“It’s not the wrong side, git.” England said, “You all drive wrong.”
It hadn’t work, so France decided to change subject.
“Where are we going?”
“Home, of course…” England said, then he thought it over and said: “No. Let’s go to the countryside instead, away from London. I need some air.”
France sighed and looked out of the window for the rest of the drive. England kept driving in silence for the next three hours. he looked really lost in though, as if he was fighting an internal battle with his mind. France tried to put some music on, just to break the silence. England let him.
Three hours later, they were driving in one of England’s countryside’s roads. Threatening grey clouds covered the whole area, and, abruptly England made a detour. France didn’t know where they were heading; all he knew was that it was deserted. Suddenly, England stopped the car, and without another word got off. France watched him go, as the first droplets of water started to fall, and decided to follow him outside. Everything was green and lonely around them, and France suddenly pictured England’s eyes in his head.
England suddenly turned around, approached France and grabbed him by his shirt.
“I’m an idiot…”, he whispered and, without another word, kissed France directly on the lips, hard. France didn’t feel like complaining, but he couldn’t do but wonder why England was kissing him like that all so suddenly. England wasn’t letting go of him. He pulled him even closer, and France unconsciously wrapped his arms around the other’s waist. England made an abrupt movement, and France’s fake glasses fell on the already wet grass.
Then it started raining.