It was starting to get dark. England stood up from his couch hesitantly.
“France,” he addressed the man on the other side of the couch, “We need to talk.”
“I know, mon cher,” France said, looking over at him. “But I'm sure you need time.”
England smiled slightly and France returned the smile, turning to the T.V once more. They both knew that they couldn't just live like this indefinitely, but the world had been spinning so crazily around England lately that he just needed a moment to breathe. And France readily accepted that. Not that France's presence made it very easy, but it today wasn't as awful as England had imagined. It was kind of nice to have someone around in all honesty...
England walked down the hall to his study. He had some serious paperwork to do.
As he worked he did some thinking. He wondered about his red thread and what on Earth it meant that it tied around France's. Well, he was starting to get an idea, but that was banished to the back of his mind. The thought that France might feel that way was also disregarded. It couldn't be possible. It must be a fluke. Like Russia and Prussia's string remaining intact. Like France being tied to Jeanne. But was that a mistake?
England growled in frustration.
He wished it was easy to apologize. And not knowing how France would react just made it all the worse. Though France has been strangely warm toward him lately. Just where did that come from?
England rubbed his eyes. Focus. He glared down at the piles of papers in front of him. He would be getting a call from his boss any day now...
He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.
France could wait. It's not like he seemed to mind.
...oOo...
“And what are we going to do about America?” Freyja continued.
“Russia has long been in my care, that means America will be under my jurisdiction too.”
“What about Canada?”
“He is America's brother. He will be happy as long as America is happy.”
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In Love and War (9d/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-16 02:59 am (UTC)(link)It was starting to get dark. England stood up from his couch hesitantly.
“France,” he addressed the man on the other side of the couch, “We need to talk.”
“I know, mon cher,” France said, looking over at him. “But I'm sure you need time.”
England smiled slightly and France returned the smile, turning to the T.V once more. They both knew that they couldn't just live like this indefinitely, but the world had been spinning so crazily around England lately that he just needed a moment to breathe. And France readily accepted that. Not that France's presence made it very easy, but it today wasn't as awful as England had imagined. It was kind of nice to have someone around in all honesty...
England walked down the hall to his study. He had some serious paperwork to do.
As he worked he did some thinking. He wondered about his red thread and what on Earth it meant that it tied around France's. Well, he was starting to get an idea, but that was banished to the back of his mind. The thought that France might feel that way was also disregarded. It couldn't be possible. It must be a fluke. Like Russia and Prussia's string remaining intact. Like France being tied to Jeanne. But was that a mistake?
England growled in frustration.
He wished it was easy to apologize. And not knowing how France would react just made it all the worse. Though France has been strangely warm toward him lately. Just where did that come from?
England rubbed his eyes. Focus. He glared down at the piles of papers in front of him. He would be getting a call from his boss any day now...
He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out.
France could wait. It's not like he seemed to mind.
“And what are we going to do about America?” Freyja continued.
“Russia has long been in my care, that means America will be under my jurisdiction too.”
“What about Canada?”
“He is America's brother. He will be happy as long as America is happy.”
“Wait,” Yuelao interrupted, “What about Prussia?”