by ~FailKitten on deviantarts
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let toi be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed toi to personify his capital city of Londres just so long as toi would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', toi were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
toi remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, toi remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how toi found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see toi standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" toi greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are toi again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
toi didn't think to much about that before he invited toi into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the canapé just before he went into the kitchen.
toi examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... toi thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
toi hadn't the faintest idea what he had just a dit to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," toi a dit shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could toi please tell me why toi are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know toi better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start par getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," toi replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted toi guys to be Friends because I heard that toi fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
toi nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do toi keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
toi found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if toi don't mind, Sir, could toi please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, toi asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. toi have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for toi to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
toi smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have toi been?" England greeted automatically as toi walked in the door.
toi smiled at him. "I was helping toi improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with toi in the first place!" toi snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he a dit calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! toi aren't the boss of me!" toi yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! toi are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and toi follow them! Is that clear?!"
toi had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, toi growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his lire as soon as toi left the room. Little did he know that toi were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
toi were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are toi back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to toi anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like toi very much! I think toi could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear toi think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
toi smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, toi know."
"I know," toi sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see toi escape."
toi giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see toi later."
toi nodded once more, heading accueil again.
Of course, the fact that toi had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until toi opened the front door. toi began kicking yourself immediately when toi saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," toi pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the canapé to stand before toi with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though toi would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" toi said, thinking as fast as toi could.
"What did toi have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are toi happy now?"
"I am. And, suivant time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told toi with a smile.
toi sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. toi weren't too happy with him, but toi couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, toi always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh mois - April - toi entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, par now toi two were close enough so that toi could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as toi lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France a dit as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, toi often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. toi were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed toi to the couch. "I will be right back!"
toi nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm toi up, <First Name>. I hate to see toi shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," toi assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the canapé suivant to toi wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" toi started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." toi tried. toi settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what toi wished to. "I...know we've been Friends for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." toi started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if toi don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind toi got when someone started creeping toi out.
Well, basically, toi discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before toi came back accueil at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, toi inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since toi left at eight that night.
"And where have toi been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed toi in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call toi that?! He'd never called toi that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" toi asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told toi not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put toi on house arrest ou something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of Londres on lockdown and leave toi there until toi can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at toi for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, toi should get some sleep...follow me."
toi obeyed reluctantly, and he led toi to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If toi déplacer just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
toi nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as toi lay down. Your big brother lay down suivant to you, and toi were both asleep soon.
The suivant day, toi were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when toi finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
toi nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes toi found. toi started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, toi abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, toi and England were on the plane. toi were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: toi never a dit good-bye to Francis, told him where toi were going, ou even let him know toi loved him.
toi slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
toi woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he a dit gently. "We're finally here."
toi nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Japon was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
toi curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being Friends with that frog."
"I see." Japon turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a sûr, sans danger trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward toi and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing toi for a while now."
toi nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before toi knew it, toi could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted toi up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, toi hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," toi whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
toi simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set toi back down on your feet. "I'll come visit toi sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
toi nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
toi just wished that toi could tell France where toi were at. He had never donné toi any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, toi spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but toi still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the jour that Japon decided to take toi to a world meeting. All of the précédant times, toi would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
toi were the first two at that meeting. Japon didn't seem to mind that toi abandoned him to wait par the door. toi also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
toi were so overcome with every sort of emotion that toi could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for toi were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his siège at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, toi opted for the suivant best option: toi grabbed hold of his vêtement and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," toi murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed toi so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing toi par the shoulders and s’embrasser both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never a dit anything!" toi started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see toi anymore! I had no way to contact toi because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
toi still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant toi were his something ou other. toi didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There toi go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now toi can talk to me whenever toi want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, toi embraced him.
"I l’amour you," toi blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled toi away and held toi out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't toi know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" toi asked sadly, toi cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~
After having been to the meetings and begging England oh so many times to let toi be some sort of personification, he finally found a place for you. He allowed toi to personify his capital city of Londres just so long as toi would leave him alone! So, feeling quite pleased with yourself and eager to help England with what he called 'foreign relations', toi were immediately out of the house to talk to people.
toi remembered that England wasn't very close to France all of the sudden, and felt it necessary to 'patch things up'. Just as well, toi remembered that he wasn't all that far away because he had to stay in British territory for the time being.
That's how toi found yourself knocking on France's door all of the sudden.
The blonde man opened his door and looked rather surprised to see toi standing there.
"Ah...bonjour...?" he greeted uncertainly.
"Hello, good sir!" toi greeted enthusiastically, giving him a curtsy.
Hearing your accent, he asked, "And...which country are toi again?"
"Oh...ah...I'm the city of London."
"Angleterre..." France muttered.
toi didn't think to much about that before he invited toi into his rather flamboyant home.
"Please set down," he invited, gesturing toward the canapé just before he went into the kitchen.
toi examined the room from your spot on the couch. Hmm...it's very vibrant in this room. I wonder if the rest of his house looks like this? I wonder if his people live like this, as well... toi thought. I do like it very much. It seems different from England's home, yet it also feels just the same.
"I'm back, mon cheri," France announced as he came back with two mugs of hot chocolate, very artistically presented, of course.
toi hadn't the faintest idea what he had just a dit to you, as you'd never taken it upon yourself to learn this language before.
"Ah...thank you," toi a dit shyly, taking a sip of hot cocoa.
"It was no problem. Now, could toi please tell me why toi are here?"
"Oh! Yeah! Um...I came here to get to know toi better...and...uh...improve 'foreign relations'."
"Oh, I see. So then, why don't we start par getting each other's names, non? My name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now tell me, what is yours?"
"I'm <First Name> Kirkland," toi replied, grinning.
"Oh, what a lovely name, <First Name>! Now, where should we start in order to get to know each other better, hmm?"
"Ahh...I'm England's little sister. I wanted toi guys to be Friends because I heard that toi fight a lot and it's good to have lots of good...'foreign relations'."
"That it is, mon cheri."
toi nodded. "Now...I want to know something. Why do toi keep calling me mon cherry? What does that mean?"
He chuckled. "It's pronounced mon cheri, darling, and it means...sweetheart."
toi found your cheekes heating up slightly. "Um...could you...I mean, if toi don't mind, Sir, could toi please avoid calling me that?"
"Ah, no problem at all, darling!"
Ignoring that endearing remark, toi asked, "So, we're good?"
"Well, that depends on Angleterre. toi have to ask him before deciding anything, darling. But, I enjoyed your visit. I would very much like for toi to visit me again, <First Name>," he answered with a smile.
toi smiled in return and, with another curtsy, went home.
"Oh, hello, <First Name>. Where have toi been?" England greeted automatically as toi walked in the door.
toi smiled at him. "I was helping toi improve 'foreign relations'."
"W-with who?!" he demanded, looking up from his book.
"Well, I was at France's hou-"
"That frog! What did he do to you?!"
"Nothing! He just wants to be your ally! I think it would be best, seeing as how your only true allies are a shuttant and a bloody pig who didn't want anything to do with toi in the first place!" toi snapped.
England opened his mouth to say something, but only shut it again. He appeared to be thinking something through. Then, he looked back up into your eyes.
"<First Name>," he a dit calmly, "you are not to talk to him anymore."
"But why? That's unfair! toi aren't the boss of me!" toi yelled.
"I am your superior, <First Name>! toi are both my junior and just a city! So, I make the rules and toi follow them! Is that clear?!"
toi had no intention of answering. The very thought of making even a reply to him was causing your blood to boil. However, with much hatred and strain in your voice, toi growled, "Yes Sir."
England nodded, returning to his lire as soon as toi left the room. Little did he know that toi were climbing out of your window to tell France his answer.
toi were soon once again at France's house, knocking on the door. He soon answered, but this time with less surprise on his face.
"Oh, hello, <France's Nickname For You>. Why are toi back so early?"
"England didn't want to be allies. In fact, he told me not to talk to toi anymore."
France looked sad. "Ohh, darling, you'll come see me anyway, non?"
"Of course! I don't care what he thinks! I like toi very much! I think toi could be a great ally; he's just too blind to see it!"
"Well, I'm glad to hear toi think so, <France's Nickname For You>."
toi smiled up at him. "I wish I was a country, so we could be allies. Then I wouldn't have to listen to my stupid brother anymore."
"Oh, <France's Nickname For You>, he is just looking out for you, toi know."
"I know," toi sighed. "I just wish he would give it a rest sometimes!"
"I know, <France's Nickname For You>. But at least he isn't smart enough to see toi escape."
toi giggled and nodded. "Well, that's true."
"Okay, <France's Nickname For You>, if that's all I will see toi later."
toi nodded once more, heading accueil again.
Of course, the fact that toi had escaped through your window had completely left your mind until toi opened the front door. toi began kicking yourself immediately when toi saw your big brother's expression of both shock and rage.
"Arthur," toi pleaded, hoping that using his real name would lighten him up just a little bit, "I can explain!"
"Start explaining, then," he commanded, getting up from his spot on the canapé to stand before toi with his arms crossed.
"I-I-I left through the window to t-t-talk to America! I though toi would be mad if I went out the d-d-door!" toi said, thinking as fast as toi could.
"What did toi have to say to him?"
"I-I wanted to tell him that I was finally a personification! Are toi happy now?"
"I am. And, suivant time, <First Name>, just tell me where you're going," he told toi with a smile.
toi sighed with relief and returned the sentiment. toi weren't too happy with him, but toi couldn't stay angry at your big brother.
Now, this climbing-out-of-windows business had become your habit over the course of six months. However, toi always remembered to come back in the window as well.
At the beginning of the seventh mois - April - toi entered France's house soaked through with water. Of course, par now toi two were close enough so that toi could just waltz right into his house and he wouldn't care.
Now, as toi lived in the United Kingdom, the term 'April showers' took on a whole new meaning for you.
"Greetings, mon cheri," France a dit as he walked into the room(you had become used to his little terms of endearment). He stopped once he saw you. Now, toi often walked into his house with rain all over you, but it hadn't rained this hard in quite some time. toi were shivering. "Ah, <France's Nickname For You>! You're soaked through! Sit on the couch, mon cheri, please!" As he spoke, one arm made its way around your shoulder and he pushed toi to the couch. "I will be right back!"
toi nodded, unable to stop him from doing anything for some reason.
He came back with a comforter and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Oh, I do hope this will warm toi up, <First Name>. I hate to see toi shivering so badly."
"I'm fine," toi assured him, still shaking like a leaf.
He sat on the canapé suivant to toi wrapping his arms around you.
"F-Francis...?" toi started.
"Oui, <France's Nickname For You>?" he responded.
"It's just..." toi tried. toi settled into the warmth of his embrace, not sure of how to say what toi wished to. "I...know we've been Friends for six months. And...we've gotten close in that time."
"Oui?" France prompted.
"I...nothing. It wasn't important." toi started kicking yourself again.
"Oh, I'm sure it was. But if toi don't want to tell me, it's alright."
A chill went down your spine, but it wasn't the kind toi got when someone started creeping toi out.
Well, basically, toi discussed the usual topics and even some new ones before toi came back accueil at midnight.
There was a silhouette on your bed. Scared out of your mind, toi inched toward the light switch to reveal that it was only your big brother. He had to have been there since toi left at eight that night.
"And where have toi been all this time?" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"I...I...uh...I just..."
"You might as well tell me the truth, '<France's Nickname For You>'," he informed toi in a hateful tone.
Your jaw dropped. Why would he call toi that?! He'd never called toi that before, and he certainly wouldn't start now!
"E-excuse me...?" toi asked in disbelief.
"You went to that frog's house again! After I deliberately told toi not to! London, I'm beginning to think I should put toi on house arrest ou something!"
"You can't do that!"
"Yes I can! I'm going to put the entire city of Londres on lockdown and leave toi there until toi can learn!"
"No, please! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I won't even look at him! I'll even spend my time on the other side of the world. I-I'll stay with Japan! Please just don't make me stay in my home!"
Your brother stared at toi for a moment. "Very well then," he finally said. "We're leaving for Japan's house tomorrow. Until then, toi should get some sleep...follow me."
toi obeyed reluctantly, and he led toi to his room.
"You are going to sleep here, where I can keep an eye on you. If toi déplacer just a little bit, it will wake me up because I am a light sleeper."
toi nodded grimly, unsure of what else to say. Your stomach churned as toi lay down. Your big brother lay down suivant to you, and toi were both asleep soon.
The suivant day, toi were shaken awake around ten in the morning. England was on the phone with Japan. He had just hung up when toi finally opened your eyes.
"Come along, <First Name>. We're getting on the plane at two. Get your clothes on."
toi nodded and made your way down to your room, pulling on any old clothes toi found. toi started packing up clothing, along with your camera, cell phone, and basic toiletries. Otherwise, toi abandoned your belongings where they were.
Soon, toi and England were on the plane. toi were not at all happy about this situation. Your stomach churned when the plane took off: toi never a dit good-bye to Francis, told him where toi were going, ou even let him know toi loved him.
toi slid down in your seat, wrapped your arms around yourself, and fell asleep.
toi woke up on your own just as it was announced that the plane was landing in Japan.
Arthur must have carried me onto this plane. I guess I was tired...
"Oh, <England's Nickname For You>, you're awake," he a dit gently. "We're finally here."
toi nodded. Everything was still a blur to your tired eyes as everyone stood to get off the plane. Of course, Japon was out there to meet you.
He bowed. "Kon'nichiwa, Engrand-Sama. Kon'nichiwa, London-Chan."
toi curtsied back, feeling it was the proper response in this situation.
"Kiku," England said, "I need <First Name> to live with you. She needs to be here so that she doesn't continue being Friends with that frog."
"I see." Japon turned to face you. "London-Chan, I have a room set aside for you. Prease forrow me home." He turned toward England and bowed once more. "Sayonara, Engrand-Sama. Have a sûr, sans danger trip home."
England nodded to the man. He turned toward toi and smiled sadly. "I guess I won't be seeing toi for a while now."
toi nodded, feeling your eyes burn with unborn tears for several different reasons. Before toi knew it, toi could feel his arms around your person. Just like old times, he had lifted toi up into the air with a tight hug. As the tears finally started running down your cheeks, toi hugged him back.
"Good-bye, Arthur," toi whispered.
"Good-bye, <England's Nickname For You>. I wish it didn't have to come to this."
toi simply nodded, not knowing how else to respond.
England set toi back down on your feet. "I'll come visit toi sometime, okay, <First Name>?"
toi nodded, happy to hear that your brother would still come see you.
toi just wished that toi could tell France where toi were at. He had never donné toi any phone numbers of his.
To spare everyone the boring details, toi spent three years with Japan. France had been pushed into the deep recesses of your mind, but toi still never forgot him entirely.
Of course, then came the jour that Japon decided to take toi to a world meeting. All of the précédant times, toi would beg and whine. However, his answer had always been 'no'("It's a quirk," he explained).
Now, he decided of his own accord that he would take you.
"You are a representative," he said. "It onry seems right."
toi were the first two at that meeting. Japon didn't seem to mind that toi abandoned him to wait par the door. toi also didn't take into account who could walk in first.
Of course, it started out with Russia and his subordinates, then China and his subordinates, and so on. Soon, however, the western side of the Eurasian continent was beginning to meander into the large building.
France was first.
toi were so overcome with every sort of emotion that toi could not get his attention. He wasn't looking at you, for toi were waiting quietly beside the doorway. The man was just staring straight ahead as he strode confidently toward his siège at the long table.
As your mouth couldn't form words, toi opted for the suivant best option: toi grabbed hold of his vêtement and pulled, staring up at him hopefully.
France looked down at you. His jaw dropped, and the rest of his face lit up dramatically.
"Francis," toi murmured in disbelief, tasting his name on your tongue after what felt like forever.
"<France's Nickname For You>! I missed toi so much!" he exclaimed, grabbing toi par the shoulders and s’embrasser both of your cheeks in a sort of greeting.
"Francis, I'm so sorry I never a dit anything!" toi started babbling. "England caught me that last night and took me to Japan's house to live so I couldn't see toi anymore! I had no way to contact toi because I didn't know how to and I only had my phone and - Please forgive me!"
France's face was one of understanding. "It's alright, mon amor. All that matters is now. And now, I know where to find you."
toi still hadn't the faintest clue of what he had called you, only that it meant toi were his something ou other. toi didn't care though. He drew a pen from his pocket and took your hand. He wrote a seven numbers on your hand.
"There toi go, <France's Nickname For You>. Now toi can talk to me whenever toi want to, even if you're sure I'm asleep."
Without thinking, toi embraced him.
"I l’amour you," toi blurted out.
Here we go with the whole kicking yourself situation again...
France pulled toi away and held toi out at an arm's length so that he could stare at you. "Why, <First Name>, don't toi know what mon amor means?" he chuckled.
"I-it means my friend, doesn't it?" toi asked sadly, toi cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"No, darling," he responded. "It means my love." With that, he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.
And that was when England walked in.
But that is a different story~