Lunalizie

Arthur fell to his knees out of breath. He looked up at the Frenchmen that stood above him, a dull silver gun pointed to his head, raindrops plinking on the cold metal and stinging his eyes. He couldn't help but smile weakly. "After all these years..I thought that you would be the one on his knees begging for mercy, Francis..." England tried to reach for his gun but stopped - what was the point? 'I'm going to die anyway...' the thought as an old memory began to play in the back of his mind. It was a warm spring day and Francis was about to give up on Arthur - he was a hopeless case."If you want to be a strong country Arthur, you will have to

It was silent. France could feel his heart beating away like a mad thing in his chest and could hear his shallow sketchy breathing as he tried desperately not to hyperventilate, or worse, pass out. Alfred's look of masked horror at Francis' supposed forced kiss had slowly faded away and now the American looked almost sickeningly eager to see his partner's response to the sordid happening that had taken place. France noted that America was clenching his shaking fists up in anticipation and he swallowed back the bile that had risen to his throat. The first sign of life from the Englishman: he laughed. Of all the reactions Francis had been coun

Francis watched with disinterest as the kettle emitted steam and water boiled inside its plastic shell. Grabbing two striped coffee mugs from the cupboard above the sink the Frenchman measured out a teaspoon of coffee granules into his cup and placed a tea bag in the other for the Briton. How had it come to this? How it had it come down to him being a counsellor to Arthur about his failing love life? Not that he hadn't done it in the past, of course, but back then it was all teasing, now it was serious;  there was actually a love in the Englishman's life. Things seemed so much more complicated nowadays. Pouring steaming water into each cup a

Francis ate his cheese and ham panini in silence at lunchtime, as he had suspected they had gone to the local coffee place. He couldn't get the image of Arthur going into that room with Alfred out of his head..what had they done? Had they..non, he must not think such thoughts. Lifting the Styrofoam cup to his lips France blew on the hot coffee for a few seconds before tasting the caffeinated liquid. It did little to soothe him. Why should he care what Arthur did? Who Arthur ended up with, what Arthur said, the way Arthur looked when he smiled. He didn't care. Mon dieu..what was going on? He tugged the ribbon out of his hair and ran his hand