hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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[[Here's the first part xD working on editing the second but I hope this is alright. Heads up; sorry about a bit of foul language, and mentions of other pairings XD they'll become more prominent in the 2nd.]]

“You two fight like cats and dogs,” Cats and dogs? Perhaps, but who was the cat and who was the dog? Who was the pussy and who was the bitch? Francis thought it a rather vulgar and distasteful set of questions, even for himself, especially for himself, and he knew he shouldn’t have voiced them. Why had the argument even began this time around? They were France and England, honestly, they had no need for a precise reason, they were known to fight over the simplest of things, or in the end, over everything and nothing at all.
“Wanker!”
“Salope!”
“Knobhead!!”
“On t'a bercé trop près du mur? (‘ As a child, was your cradle rocked too close to the wall?’ the French way of asking if someone fell on their head as a baby.)
“You barmy pillock!”
“I’ll have you know I am quite the contrary, and very good in bed while at it, if you so care to confirm it?~” Flirting in the middle of an argument wasn’t uncommon either, and many times, the Parisian used it more to silence the Brit and end it all for good than to spite him more.
“Not in a million years,”
“Not in 1,776 years?”
He had taken it too far, and he noticed it when both Arthur and Alfred went quiet. It was clear that even with the special relationship and whatever sort of romance the two had, certain things were still leftover from those times. Things that were not for him to intrude and suddenly, remorse washed over him. He watched as the American continued to vacuum his food into his mouth in an attempt to brush past it, but something about his shoulders said he was tense. Arthur on the other hand quietly excused himself from the room, Francis followed him and found a bit of a trail of blood. Ah yes, the literal bleeding at mentions of the revolution, he should have remembered. “Arthur, I’m so-“
“Save it,”
“Hear me out.”
“I said to save it.” The Brit held a handful of bloody napkins, “I may not be good at holding colonies, but you know at what I am?” He didn’t wait for a response, “Burning heretics.” He stated quickly as he walked back into the conference room.
Francis was left standing in his spot as uncomfortably as Arthur had previously been, but he didn’t dare complain. Yes, it had been him the one who allowed his mouth to slip, it was only statistically fair. Still, that fact didn’t stop him from feeling absolutely deflated. While anyone, even a history major professor might think back to Mary Tudor with England’s reference, the island nation had said it with venom because he knew the bite would hurt. He had hit the nail on the head, Francis had remembered just who Arthur wanted him to, Jean.

((This is still GerFra obviously XD but Jean is a pretty tragic memory for Francis so yeah, it works e.e You'll see.))

"but who was the cat and who was the dog? Who was the pussy and who was the bitch?"

'"I may not be good at holding colonies, but you know at what I am?” He didn’t wait for a response, “Burning heretics.”'

Those lines. Oh goodness those were brilliant!
I love the teaser, anon! I can't wait to read the rest~
(I'm gonna put it on the fills list for you so others can see it!)

((A/N: ahdfuie so glad you like it, here is part 2!))

That had of course happened a long, long time ago. The wound wasn’t as fresh as it could be, thinking back on it didn’t cause him to bleed. Mentions didn’t break him to tears, but just about everything else in conjunction after a few minutes, did, or at least to a certain level. After he stood there and appeared to consider his entire existence from those times in the 13th century to now, he found himself with watery eyes.
What was he? He was the French Republic, and he was Francis Bonnefoy, the country of love. What did he have? A couple million citizens, a tower than shrunk during the winter, strikes, and a bad economy. What did he lack? Everything. Was it even fair for him to complain though? He had everything a regular human would kill for, everything and more than an African child could ever dream for if you truly wanted to look at it that way. But that was just it, he was not human, and everything he had were materialistic things that came and went with time, just as everything else. Life truly did wonderful things as it did pitiful ones. How ironic it was for him, whom everyone can think of when love is mentioned to lack that explicitly. He had Canada, and he had Seychelles, and Spain, and yes, even Prussia, but friends and family didn’t exactly fill in that hole in his heart ready to be flooded with affection.
Jean was his only thought when love came into the question, or recently, Lisa. Sometimes, he wished he could die, it wasn’t much suicidal thoughts as it was a hope for reuniting with certain folks in the afterlife. He didn’t want to admit it, but sometimes, and it tended to be in the worse and more unpredictable moments, he had to come to the realization he was just done with life. He could only imagine China’s situation and couldn’t put thoughts together as to how the other managed. Well, of course, China had Russia, and England had America, and Egypt… Well, Egypt was Egypt, he tried not to break his head over the African.

On the door stood a muscular blonde with the most conflicted expression ever, the Frenchman’s back was turned to him and he could not swear on it, but by the shaking of the other’s shoulders, he could make out a few sobs, Scheisse.. He had not read about this in the books, what was he to do in these situations? But then again, the books only ever mentioned friends, and Francis was not his friend, was he? WAS HE? The question seemed to echo in his mind with the force to crack his cranium but he shook his head before it all got too overwhelming. He wouldn’t mind being friends with Francis, so long as the other didn’t mind either. That being stated, the fact the Parisian seemed to have forgiven him for the past two wars did the trick. He cleared his throat and the sobs stopped.
When Francis turned to look at him, he cracked a bright smile. “Pardon me, did I put such a halt to your meeting that you felt you had to come all ze way out here and scold me?”

I've put this on the fills list for you as well ^^' usually the author!anon does it, but it seems to have slipped your mind. Don't worry! I got it for you!

I like how Francis tries to act like nothings wrong XD

I think that the Lisa story would be even sadder if France looked at an old picture of Jean d'Arc and realized Lisa *didn't* look exactly like her, that it was all wishful thinking.

France/Heartbreak :/

Is this OP? OwO because I can write something along those lines if you make a post x3 *whispers* I'm done with this one, I just need to get on my laptop and post once my mum stops being an arse xD

Is this one already done? :3 (or did I read you wrong? I'm excited!)

Ignore this- I didn't see the last piece!

Oops, nevermind my last comment, but yes sorry it slipped my mind, I'm a bit of a scatterbrain ._.
As for other anon as I said, I can always write something for that if you make it a post ÖwÖ

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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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