DenNor

This is my first Hetalia fanfic~ Hope toi enjoy!!! :D WARNING! WARNING! YAOI! FrCanUkUs!!! (FrancexCanadaxEnglandxAmerica!)
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England was starting to regret going to the bar, not because that he knew he would get dead on drunk- no he didn't really care about that. But what he did care about that he came alone on one of the worst days of his life! 4th of July, and he was also a bit flustered that July 1st had past... he knew he should've a dit something to Canada, but he didn't have it in him.

And same thing with today....

'No... Not him; please, anyone but him...'

Toris awoke from his dream par an insistent chiming. It had been like this a lot lately; nightmares plagued him nearly every night. They were always one of three:

Mr. Ivan coming towards him with his dreaded whip, smile cruel, voice soft and child-like and oh so cold. "You know I do this because I l’amour you, my little favorite..."

Miss Natalia, pressing a couteau to his throat, pale porcline face as expressionless and dull as that of a doll…

And then the worst- and most frequent- from which he had just awoken.

Toris groped his bedside table, tableau for the bothersome...