The War of the Toasters (France x England/ FrUk)

Chapter Six: Can't End Well

~TIME SKIP: 3 DAYS~

War was the only sound, until the rain began. Everything stopped. There was no sound, the eerie silence lingering stiffly in the air. The war had ceased to exist, in this silent but ever so loud rain. As the water droplets fell, both sides began being fashioned by mud. Francis hadn't lost hope, even though both sides lacked morale. Yes, both wanted to win, but was it worth it? Was the pain truly worth it? How could things be the same after this?

Arthur sniffed, inhaling the smell of rain, dirt, and even a bit of blood. His hair was a mess, even more so than it already was. He looked up at the sky, scowling slightly. He sighed, letting his breath form a small, cold puff of air as it exited his lips.

Francis hadn't really known true silence. Yes, there were times, when battles quieted, but even then, there had been some type of noise to interrupt the silence. He hated this for his Englishman. He wasn't sure how much longer Arthur could hang on. But one thing was a fact: if Arthur couldn't fight, Francis would.

Matthew looked over to his brother, who's face had been covered in a thin sheet of sweat, rain, and a bit of dirt. He showed no sign of giving up. Matthew almost sighed at the state of which his brother was currently in. It's terrible what war can do to a person, Matthew thought to himself. Alfred inhaled sharply, letting out a small cough. The rain wasn't doing good things for him. Matthew worried for his brother, but it seemed that he always did.

Alfred couldn't forget the time he and Arthur had clashed for the first time. He couldn't get the words out of his head, the words the British had spat at him on that day. "I won't allow it! You idiot! Why can't you follow anything through to the end?" Alfred remembered all too well how Arthur had fallen to his knees, declaring the unfairness of it all, sobbing. Alfred wouldn't forget. Alfred couldn't forget. And would Alfred win this again? With victory came pain, Alfred had learned. Without his older brother there, he had had to learn some things on his own. This wouldn't be the same, would it?

The next thing was startling. A noise, no, a laughter, filled the air. Matthew gasped, slightly jumping. Both Matthew and Alfred looked across the barren field to see Arthur, laughing like a maniac. Francis looked a little uncomfortable. "Stop..It's not funny! Stop!" Francis whined, putting his hand over Arthur's mouth, to prevent him from laughing. Muffled laughing seemed to be it. As the sound died down, Matthew's curiosity grew. He didn't ponder the thought long before Arthur's voice sounded again.
"Are you ready, Alfred?" Arthur said, clearing his throat.
"...Oh, don't do it." Alfred squawked.
Arthur launched the microwave.
"Oh my god."
"Look out!" Matthew squealed.
"I can see it!" Alfred yelled, anxiety thick in his voice.
Alfred leaned back, exaggerating the movement, as the microwave grazed his elbow. He muttered something under his breath.

Arthur cursed in French. Realizing what he had just done, he looked over at Francis. He looked shocked. "I didn't mean to..!" Arthur angrily explained.
"Don't do it again." Francis scolded. "That was extremely rude, and I think Matthew heard you. I can't have you cursing around him." Francis explained. Looking over at Matthew, the look on the boy's face was priceless. His face was slightly twisted in astonishment. Arthur mentally screamed at himself. Not really because of Francis and Matthew, but more of because he had allowed himself to do that. He'd have a hard time coming up with some kind of excuse for this one.

Arthur shook his head. He couldn't think about that right now, he was in the middle of a battle. As he realized this, he was too late for reflexes. He inhaled quickly, as a toaster hit him square in the forehead. He fell into Francis's arms. Arthur coughed as Francis looked at him, extremely worried. Now was his turn to swear in French.
"Get off of me, you frog.." Arthur said weakly. He inhaled two sharp breaths, and fell silent.