Wars Will Have Their Victors

Pirates Are Always Pirates

I walked into Spain's house. I wasn't shure that I should be doing this...not after what I did to him. "Antonio?" I called. "what are you doing here?" he came out of a room. "I need your help." I begged. "you need my help?" he scoffed. "yeah, and I'm sorry for whatever I did that you're mad at me." I sighed. "you're the one who tore me into peices, who betrayed me and cut out my heart. you want my help?" he smirked. "W-what?" I had a feeling something bad was going to happen. he grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter and kicked me down on the floor, he had the knife at my throught. "don't forget your dealing with a former pirate here...they cheat, steal, and backstab." he chuckled as blood trickled down my neck. "Spain please." I begged. "why should I? you never cared." he threw the knife into the wall. "I'm helping Italy." he walked back into then room. "A-Antonio." I cried. "get out of my house!" he yelled. I scrambled to my feet and ran. I ran and ran out into the rain until I bumped into someone and was on the muddy ground. "y-you'll help me...r-right?" I sobbed. he shook his head and walked off. "Arthur wait! Stop walking! Arthur! Stop! STOP GOD DAMN IT! s...stop..." I sat in the rain crying. "stupid pirates. they can both go to hell." I cried. "why are you in the rain mi amour?" I looked up to the blond haired Frenchman. "i-i...England..a-and Spain..and.." "come on, you'll catch a cold." he carried me to his house.

"th-thanks Francis." I sat on his couch wraped in a blanket, shivering. "So why were you in the rain?" he asked. "England and Spain joined Italy. those Damn pirates can go die in a Damn ditch." I growled. "Spain doesn't know what he's doing, he's blinded by hate, jealousy, and his love for you." France sighed. "how so?" I asked. "he loves you so much he doesn't want anyone else to have you and when he saw you with Prussia, he was angry...crying on the inside." "how do you know so much?" "I'm French, I know all about love, mon cherie." he chuckled. "right." I sighed. "if it makes you feel better...I'll help you." he smiled. "thanks." I smirked back. "are you hungry?" I only nodded. he left to get me something. moments later he came back with some yogurt and a sandwich. "thanks." just then the door busted open with a sound of thunder. France stood as I did. he grabbed a letter opener and pushed me behind him. "Ishbala! are you alright?" Prussia ran into the house. "Gilbert!" I ran into him hugging him. France lowered his guard and smiled. "your not sick are you?" he asked. "no...I'm fine." I smiled. we found each other lost in the others eyes. as soon as he had walked in we me and him knew what we wanted to do. something we longed to do. I leaned in and he pulled us into a kiss. it was passionate and filled with a relief of worry. "I'm glad you're okay." he hugged me tight. "yeah." I hugged tight back.