[I'd like to say now that I am not particularly religious myself. I mean no insult to anyone. Religion was and still is a huge part of French culture. And for Francis as an individual I think regaining that kind of faith means he is moving forward. Again, I do not mean anyone any offense.
Also, if anyone reading this was hoping for some sort of smut at any point... You will be horribly disappointed, I'm far too much of a sap to write such things... Sadly.
P.S for OP: *returns ten-thousand hugograms* I'm just really glad you like this. Like, seriously.
P.S for Follower!anon: First off, I love you. (<3) Second off, glad you're enjoying. Third of all, if you happen to be waiting on a continuation of A Fine Line, I will get to it, don't worry. I want that one to be kept light-hearted, so I'll get back to that once all this heartache is out. If you have no idea as to what I'm talking about, nevermind ^^; ]
Prussia sat outside of Canada and America's house. The springtime was making their nation come to life. Birds were chirping in the briskness of the early morning and forests of maple trees stood silently, as their sap was siphoned off into buckets. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled.
It was easy to forget what it was like to live in a land where there were more trees than people. He found himself smiling contentedly, even though Canada was rather distraught at his kitchen table inside.
America didn't know what to do when Canada started crying. He was too dense to catch on that it happened every time he mentioned Russia. Though, this time, Canada was crying because America was leaving later that afternoon.
The fairy at his side nudged him.
“What should they do about Canada?” she asked.
“Like I fucking know...” he replied, putting on a greater show of indifference than what he actually felt.
The fairy shot him a disparaging look.
Prussia rolled his eyes. “Look,” he began, “If you want to do something for Canada, then make sure that America won't forget about him once he's tied to Russia.”
“How did you know that he is going to be tied to Russia?” she asked.
He rolled his eyes again. “I'm not a genius or the romantic mushy gushy sort, but it's pretty fucking obvious.”
“You swear a lot.”
“I sure fucking do.”
The fairy nearly grimmaced in her distaste. “I don't particularly like you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
They sat in companiable silence for a moment before she asked him: “What are you doing here?”
“I was at Ivan's first,” he explained, “But then I came over here... I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to see the person who would be taking my place.” He stopped as he continued his contemplation of the rising sun.
“I'm not sure that he sees it that way,” the replied with the same sort of tenderness she had once consoled England with when he had faced the Gods alone.
Prussia shrugged. “Well, that's what it is.”
The fairy remained silent this time. She watched through the window as Canada started pouring flour into a bowl to make pancakes for he and his brother. He looked as if his mind was far off in another place.
“You know,” the fairy began, “He loved you... That's why it won't break.”
Prussia sighed. “Ja... I loved him too... I wish I had the chance to tell him.”
They fell back into silence once more. Now it was her mind that was in a far off place.
In Love and War (13a/?)
Also, if anyone reading this was hoping for some sort of smut at any point... You will be horribly disappointed, I'm far too much of a sap to write such things... Sadly.
P.S for OP: *returns ten-thousand hugograms* I'm just really glad you like this. Like, seriously.
P.S for Follower!anon: First off, I love you. (<3) Second off, glad you're enjoying. Third of all, if you happen to be waiting on a continuation of A Fine Line, I will get to it, don't worry. I want that one to be kept light-hearted, so I'll get back to that once all this heartache is out. If you have no idea as to what I'm talking about, nevermind ^^; ]
Prussia sat outside of Canada and America's house. The springtime was making their nation come to life. Birds were chirping in the briskness of the early morning and forests of maple trees stood silently, as their sap was siphoned off into buckets. Somewhere in the distance, a coyote howled.
It was easy to forget what it was like to live in a land where there were more trees than people. He found himself smiling contentedly, even though Canada was rather distraught at his kitchen table inside.
America didn't know what to do when Canada started crying. He was too dense to catch on that it happened every time he mentioned Russia. Though, this time, Canada was crying because America was leaving later that afternoon.
The fairy at his side nudged him.
“What should they do about Canada?” she asked.
“Like I fucking know...” he replied, putting on a greater show of indifference than what he actually felt.
The fairy shot him a disparaging look.
Prussia rolled his eyes. “Look,” he began, “If you want to do something for Canada, then make sure that America won't forget about him once he's tied to Russia.”
“How did you know that he is going to be tied to Russia?” she asked.
He rolled his eyes again. “I'm not a genius or the romantic mushy gushy sort, but it's pretty fucking obvious.”
“You swear a lot.”
“I sure fucking do.”
The fairy nearly grimmaced in her distaste. “I don't particularly like you.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
They sat in companiable silence for a moment before she asked him: “What are you doing here?”
“I was at Ivan's first,” he explained, “But then I came over here... I don't know. Maybe I just wanted to see the person who would be taking my place.” He stopped as he continued his contemplation of the rising sun.
“I'm not sure that he sees it that way,” the replied with the same sort of tenderness she had once consoled England with when he had faced the Gods alone.
Prussia shrugged. “Well, that's what it is.”
The fairy remained silent this time. She watched through the window as Canada started pouring flour into a bowl to make pancakes for he and his brother. He looked as if his mind was far off in another place.
“You know,” the fairy began, “He loved you... That's why it won't break.”
Prussia sighed. “Ja... I loved him too... I wish I had the chance to tell him.”
They fell back into silence once more. Now it was her mind that was in a far off place.