~~POV: Francis~~
Never before have I ever really settled on feelings for one person... until.. recently. I've known him ever since he was only up to my knee... and now looking at him fully grown.. I can't help noticing how handsome he is..
He's just so passionate about his job, his younger brothers... and... being against me..
Sometimes I wish we could just get along but I know that we're completely different people and... I don't think he'd ever feel a twinge of care, passion or appreciation for me... ever.
I just wish I could just tell him without fearing his reaction.. but I know he hates me deep in his soul
I mean, in most meetings, we spend it arguing... Most of the time I start it just so I get to talk to him.. his accent is just so... soothing like melted butter. I felt my eyes slowly move to Arthur's notebook.. he always writes in there. It'd be crazy if it was about me..
It'd probably be just him rambling on about how much he wishes I could never talk and just shut up...
Heh..
How funny...
A hard pat on the back snapped me out of my daydreaming
"Hey frog! Are you even listening to me?!" Arthur screeched.
"Hey Francis, since you were zoning out, does that mean you didn't hear about the new car I just got?!" Alfred chirped excitedly. Though his chirp would've been like if somebody gave a wood pecker a cigarette.
"Hm? What car?" I asked curiously to Alfred, much to Arthur's annoyance
"We don't have time for hearing about your stupid car, Alfred! Please just sit down.." Arthur murmured while facepalming "and Francis, if you're gonna do nothing and not even pay attention then the doors right there."
"Oh please, I would leave if I could but you'd whine about me not acting like a proper country" I retorted, knowing how pissed off Arthur was at my back chat, feeling everyone's gaze switch between us both.
"Hey-! I'm not like that at all!" Everyone erupted into hushed whispering soon after Arthur said that. "Hey! If you're gonna say stuff about me, at least say it to my face!"
"Hmm, how about this? Your uniform is bland and only one colour, those pockets would be pickpocketed to death if you stayed in Paris... and you wouldn't even have to leave the airport! Your hairs a mess, your eyebrows need some serious work and-" I felt a sick feeling in my lungs and moved my hand to my mouth "if you don't mind, I'm leaving now." I slowly got up and moved- well not slowly, more of rushing to not throw up all over the floor.
When I finally reached the cubicle, I threw up like I never have... weird, I usually don't get sick. When I got up after I finished vomiting, I felt sick just seeing it.
It was a mix of small pinkish-white Lily's, some weird goopy liquid and... blood?! What is this?! This can't be an actual sickness! My eyes must be playing a trick on me!
I felt my eyes slowly close as I dropped to the floor from exhaustion... just as the bathroom door opened.
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My beautiful lily (Hetalia FrUk)
Fanfiction⚠️cover art not mine⚠️ So this is my first fanfic so don't blame me for being inexperienced- anyways here's some trigger warnings just incase Hanahaki disease (or at least based off it, there's a few major changes) Mentions of gore and heavy themes ...
