Later that night, Britain walked out onto the second storey balcony in need of fresh air.
He could see France standing out there but the Frog seemed to be in his own world.
Britain found a place on the opposite side of the balcony to his rival, overlooking the newly built fence and the two cows grazing below.
"It sure is a beautiful night." He smiled to himself.
France's head tilted up to look at the sky. "I wonder if zhe stars know what's going on down 'ere."
"They're balls of gas and fire. Of course they don't know." Britain growled.
"Ah Angleterre, for the country zhat brought us 'arry potter, you sure don't 'ave much whimsy." France smirked.
"I do too have whimsy." Britain insisted. "Right, Flying Mint Bunny?"
"You sure do, Britain!" Flying Mint Bunny smiled and landed on the balcony railing. France didn't reply. Actually, the Frog was strangely silent.
"Is something wrong, Francis?"
"Oui...It's just..."
"You can tell me." Britain urged.
"Zhis won't really end. We can build all zhe walls we want, but eventually our lives will mean nozhing."
"That's a really dark thought, France."
"It is. But it's true. What's the point of living if zhere is no utopia."
"France! There's got to be something worth living for. Just one thing..." Britain shouted angrily. He and France may not have gotten along so well throughout history, but it would still hurt to lose him...a lot actually.
France turned around, his expression uncharacteristically shy. "Zhere is one zhing." He stepped forward slowly.
"Yeah? What is it?"
France smiled sweetly as he approached Britain. One word escaped his mouth.
"You."
Britain swallowed nervously.
"M-Me?"
"Oui. You and Mathieu and Spain and Prussia. But mostly you. Je t'aime, Angleterre."
Britain wasn't sure if he was angry or flattered.
He didn't resist when France pulled him close and kissed him passionately. In fact, he even kissed back a little. It was just like when they were younger, raising Canada and America together before everything became so hard.
"Well," He said when they pulled apart. "I love you too, Frog."
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The Dark And Hollow Pastas
ФанфикA Hetalia Zombie Apocolypse. Germany, Sweden, Finland, and Canada have barricaded themselves in the latter's hunting lodge. Where are the other countries and will they make it to the lodge? Only time will tell.
