I can't keep going on like this, my joints feel like they're going to snap at any second. There has to be somewhere I can land. I flap my wings even harder than before groaning at the acing pain as I lower myself towards the ground. Oh thank heavens, there's a huge body of land beneath me. I fly even lower as I try to distinguish where I am....
"Oh bloody hell, why here?" I growl.
Oh well it'll have to do. My body is killing me.
France's pov:
I pace anxiously up and down the room I'm in. He's been gone for too long now! Where could he be!? WHAT IF HE'S DEAD? Or even worse, STRAIGHT!?
"Hey Francy pants, cool your beans will ya?" America scoffs from a corner, painting his nails black.
"Well, Amérique, MY BEANS ARE BOILING!"
"Jesus Christ, here we go..."
"I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM IN WHAT FEELS LIKE A YEAR, HE COULD BE DEAD OR STARVING OR-OR-OR..."
"FRANCE, calm your gay ass down jeez, my little bro is a toughy, he should be fine." America sighs.
I puff out my chest to cuss the living hell out of him. But there's a sudden knock at the door.
"I'll get it." I groan, slumping off towards the door.
Britain's pov:
I knock on the huge door standing before me and wait for an awnser, panting from all the work I had just done. I lean on the wall and wait. The door flings open and I'm greeted with the biggest slack off of all time.
"Ohh.........kill me."
"BRETAGNE, OH MON AMI YOU'RE ALIVE!" France gasps, hugging onto me so tightly that I hear my own bones pop.
"Ghhk! fffrance...you can... let go nnnow!" I strain, trying to wriggle free.
I've never been much of a hugger. I mean, I do want hugs, it's just that when I resive them, I hate it. Except from when I was with Soviet of course. I didn't mind getting them then. I heave myself away from the gigantic puppy and dust myself off.
"Oh Bretagne, you look exhausted mon ami. Come, you can sit down and rest inside." He says, taking my hand and leading me inside.
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"So let me get this straight, you 'ave been stuck with Soviet all this time, because he shot you-"
"Twice." I interrupt.
"Right, twice. And he felt bad so he took you in and helped you recover..."
"Yes." I say, feeling my cheeks heat up.
"And he got alittle over protective so you broke out and left him?" France finishes tilting his head.
"Yes."
"I KNEW IT!" America exclaims, standing up and knocking his chair over.
I give him a sour look.
"Ahem* sorry, continue."
France looks at me with an annoyed yet relieved expression. He gets up and walks towards me, giving me another tight hug. I sort of hug back.
"I'm just glad that you're okay." France sighs, still hugging me.
"Well, now that that's sorted, I've gotta go interrogate USSR, I'll teach that comie bitch not to fuck around with my little bro." America scoffs, leaving the room with a smirk on his face.
"Okay, well have fun with that." I say, watching him close the door behind him.
I get up off from my chair and stretch out my wings. I hiss in pain as my muscles start to cramp.
"Still hurts?" France asks.
"Yes, everything still bloody hurts." I groan.
He walks forward and takes my hand. I turn around to be met by France, inches away from pressing his body against mine.
"France whatever you plan on doing, I'd recommend stopping immediately." I say, forcing my body against the wall behind me.
He pays no attention to what I say and cups my cheek in his hand, kissing me on the cheek. My face flushes red out of embarrassment. I grab his chest and push him away from me, staring deeply into his blue eyes.
"France, I know what you're trying to do, and it's not working. I'm sorry but we're not getting back together. Its over."
He nods slowly in agreement and releases my hand from his.
"Oui, I understand." He sighs, not looking up from the ground.
"Thank you." I say, walking towards the door.
I look back behind me. France doesn't move or make any noise, he just stands there, hands down by his sides, eyes gazing at the floor.
"Hey, we're still friends...okay." I say.
He shows me a faint smile even though he's still very much in pain.
I look back and exit the room.
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WOOO 10th chapter!!!
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I know it's quite short but eh...
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Friends, Enemies, Lovers
Romance*THIS IS SHIT ITS OLD* Britain and Soviet have been friends ever since they were young, they both felt like they had finally found someone who understood them. And soon their connection became stronger, and the two had grown feelings for each other...
