Free~FrUk

Part Two

We sailed for for three days, as most men on board was completely fine with sailing, I felt a tad sea sick at the time. I held my held high as I fell sick over the side, I would not be called such a coward!

"My lord, does thou need a favour?" A broad young man joked, as the rest of his merry men laughed.

I grabbed the favour from his hand and wiped it slowly across my face, knowing full well he would need it for himself.

"I'm not sure, would you need it my good man?" I said as I narrowed my eyes at the boy.

He fell pray to my anger and shrunk away, back to his duties I would assume. I tossed my soiled favour over the boat before pacing the dock some more. What could I say? Would it be odd to see Francis again? It should be, the last thing I told him was that he was a bloody frog and deserved to die.

Well, not entirely die, but at least be brutally injured by my hand. So that he could re-heal himself before I would do it numerous of times. I really didn't enjoy his company in the slightest.

I wasn't exactly keen to the idea of staying in such a country myself, I didn't know it well, and I most likely never will. It's a strange country, and I didn't want to step in my enemies terrain unarmed. So, but of course I brought a few items of weaponry that was available during that time.

As in, definitely a few pieces of parchment that contained Francis' weaknesses that could help in such a way in case things might get risky.
I only used real weaponry in case things went, for the lack of better term, rocky, in some places. As any mere gentlemen would do I believe.

I wasn't content with taking such an extravagant vacation whilst everyone in the Kingdom would be left with stormy conditions. Nor would they be left with such duties as the King, (myself), should tend to! This would be the only time I would indeed leave for the sake of my own good, for it was not like me to do so either way.

That Will was a fairly good persuader if I might admit, though, I would understand since he's a fairly good play writer. 
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When the young lad announced we were approaching land, I felt queasy once more. Not for the fact I was on the boat, but to face that bloody frog once more. I do hope he caught the new plague that I'm sure he started!

France was very fond of himself and the fellow ladies around him, which I deemed very inappropriate! A lady shouldn't swoon at such a...such a...bloody frog! A lady should swoon at a gentlemen who would make sure she should be treated with respect! Such as myself thank you.

Which, I didn't need them too I mean!
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It would be safe to say at this wonderful point that I was petrified to be even close to France. It wasn't like I was scared of the frog, more so, scared of what he's accomplished during the last, say, thirty years or so. His country is slowly becoming more and more advanced then my own, and I wasn't ready to even invent the lightbulb yet!

I was yet still stuck in the Elizabethan times, as my wife completely loved it. She was born into that, raised, and married me in it. How could I let that go? But of course, we didn't have a name for that era at that time, but when she...passed. I took it to heart to name her after such a beautiful period of time.

I too, was always a fan of such times. Though, now that I've been accustomed to toilets and air conditioners, it's more so a feeling of nostalgia then most. The Victorian Era was beautiful, to say the least, the carriages and the castles were large and definitely an eyesore to the fellow villagers that saw glimpses of such beauty. I was always apart of the castles but I never let my eyes turn away from the village either.

I am a gentleman, but that doesn't mean I ought to treat my friends as filth! The village was as grand as I could have it to be, making sure that everybody was healthy and good in it. Sure, there were obvious hard times that still haunt me, but I took as much care as Britain possible.
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When we had finally docked at the port of France, a feeling of dread and sickness plagued me. It wasn't sea sick either, I just felt as if a large stone had fallen down into my stomach and made me stay put. I heard one of the crew yell for me but I remained there for a moment, watching France's people scatter the streets.

I took a big breath before venturing down the plank onto the cobblestone street, feeling sick once more as the crew bustled about, readying the next load of passengers. My bag was thrown to me rather forcefully as I watched the boat pushed on the dock and back into the empty waters, feeling awkward and wishing the month I would be away to be over already.

"A month." I said to myself, before turning my back to the ship before walking blindly into the city.
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The French language was shot at me in different directions as I walked down a street which I assumed held a market of some sorts. I looked around in wonder as I passed through, trying to figure out a way to the castle where I also assumed Francis would be.

"Bloody hell!" I cried, as a cart of apples almost ran me over.

I backed up and tripped over a crate before falling into a booth full of breakable goods! I rubbed my head and opened my eyes to find about five people circling around me, red with rage as they screamed at me in French.
Language of love, bloody hell!

I tried to apologize with the little French I knew, but it wasn't making much of a difference anyway. I heard a quick shout from short a distance away before the five angry villagers gasped and backed away instantly. I turned to look over to see a blonde man walking towards me with a sly grin as the people around him bowed in respect.

He offered a hand to me as I reluctantly took it to get myself up.

"Arzhur, pleasure to see you again~." He purred.

"France. And keep your pleasure to yourself thank you very much!" I muttered.