TOGETHER We Stand, DIVIDED We Fall | Countryhumans Fanfiction

The Windy Night

"You don't think I like him, right?" I was looking directly at France's eyes.

I and France went to the grass field. I invited him for a walk so that I could talk to him. I just realised to myself that I spend less time with him. I was busy getting mad at the Axis Powers or being with my thoughts.

I want him to open his side

France shook his head and smiled at me. "No. Why would I think that?"

"Well, every time I talk to you I always talk about Reich."

He curved his lips and looked up to the dark skies. The emotions I just saw on his face faded.

"I'm happy for you because you started to care about him, mon amour. I don't see hate on you anymore."

"Don't you think I like him?"

"I trust you, mon amour." He finally faced me. "I don't interpret your care for him as romance. You're overthinking about your feelings."

"France-"

"I see that you do care for him but I know you don't mean romantic love in what you're doing, okay? I deeply understand you."

I turned away from him. "I worry for you. I want to know if you hate me. I want to know if, somehow, you get jealous or something."

I felt arms wrapping around my waist and a chin resting on my shoulder. "You wouldn't talk to me if you don't love me. So, I have no reasons at all to worry if you love someone over me. I love you, okay?"

"I love you too, honey." I leaned my head on his and put my hands over his arms. "Sorry I haven't called you honey since we got here."

"It's fine. You don't call me honey when you think too much about other things. I understand that."

It's cold here outside yet I feel so warm. I feel like my blood's boiling because of the heating love that he wrapped around me.

France is the perfect man that I cannot compare to anyone. He is the safest place I can go to. He is the flowery garden that relaxes my sight. The blue skies that I dream of. He may not be royalty like me... but he is a perfect father to my family and a husband to me.

Ah. I remembered something.

"Honey?"

"Hm?"

"Remember what I told you when we were in our palace's garden? When I brought you there for the first time?"

France chuckled. "Ah, yes. I do remember that. I brought you cookies that night."

"And you said you're the one who baked that." I laughed with him. "That is the night when I told you that... you're the air that I need to breathe. I cannot imagine my life without seeing you," aI told him about that memory.

"I don't forget that. That made me realise that I need you too and it motivated me to do my best to be enough for you."

"I hate my parents for saying they don't want you because you might conquer us and just use me."

. . .

I just thought of something. "Wait, honey..."

He removed his arms from me and stood next to me.

"What if you can control the wind?" I questioned as I face him. That was kinda loud because of my excitement.

He looked at his hands then his sight with confusion turned to me. "H-How?"

"None of us has controlled air. Maybe you can!"

"I-I want to try it, mon amour."

I held both of his hands.