One shot book (Country humans)

(Serious) Are we really meant for each other?

This contains themes of toxic environments, abuse,  kidnapping and Angst.  Now that I think of it I have been writing alot of angst.  Oh well.

Ps. French everything else English

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"Hey Britain? Do you think we are really meant for each other?", France said as she hugged her much smaller husband.

Britain just laid slient looking up and smiling at his lover.  They had been married for years now and even had a son although it was not the most desirable situation.  Britain loved France even if he couldn't understand her.

"I nearly forgot I wanted a silent husband but I am slowly realizing the whole problem in it", France said picking up Britain and laying him on her lap.

Britain wrapped his legs and arms around his wife's muscular body and looked up into her eyes.  It might be the Stockholm syndrome talking but everyday France's eyes shined more and more to him. Like beautiful crystals of his brother's land.  Wait..When was the last he saw his brother?  When was the last time he saw his father?

Britain's chest began going up and down in a fast constant pace as he threw himself off of France dashing to the door.   He tried opening it but it was locked, so he simply resorted to banging on it constantly.  "Help! Help!", He began to scream in English full on knowing that no one in the Castle understood him. 

When France had enough of the other screams, she simply got up with unpleased expression.  She walked over and picked up Britain and threw him on the bed.  "You realize you aren't supposed to speak your language?", France said, laying over her husband. Britain just sobbed onto the pillow looking back at France. 

"What was so special about your land anyway? It just filled the max with rocky mountains and rain.  Who even likes rain?", France said knowing full well that Britain didn't understand her.

"Hansome", Britain said bettween so sobs something France said everytime they dressed him up.

"You are learning my love!", France said nuzzling Britain who was still crying.

"Miss home", Britain said in broken French.

France stopped and looked at her lover who had his head on her plumb chest.  France thought for a but about what Britain had said but decided to ingore it and started marking him.  Out of all honestly France was not looking to have any other child but she needed to calm him down before he had another panick attack.  Boys can be so emotional at times. 

"I love you.  You know that?", France said into Britain's ear as she hugged his torso.  Nice and square it was.  That was very uncommon in her lands since usually the males had more curves,  but netherless she liked it.  Yes, France adored everything about Britain including his body.

"If it weren't such a pain , I would bear your child any time my love", France said bringing the Brit closer.  She didn't want her love to be sad so she had a solution.  If her husband missed his home and won't be content any way else then she will bring home to him.  What was the saying?  Family equals home.