England was sick of his old apartment, full of memories and old junk he didn't need. He sat at his kitchen table, drinking his morning tea and decided he would move. Where should I go? He thought to himself, staring at the blank wall in front of him.
After he packed his clothes, books and a few important trinkets he sat at his computer to apply for a roommate.
"What kind of setting would you like?" Asked the application. England thought about it, then typed Scenic. "What personality would you like your roommate to have?" The application asked again. Funny, likes reading, likes music. England finished filling out the form, and it gave him an address. "You're roommate is expecting you!" The website said, and England wrote down the address.
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When England arrived at the new house, he was amazed by how beautiful it was. His new home was on the edge of Paris, surrounded a by beautiful water and trees. The blond opened the front door and looked around, amazed by the decoration. "Hello?" He asked, his British accent making him paranoid. Everybody here was French. "Bonjour?" He questioned the empty air. When England walked into the kitchen, there stood a man with a blond pony tail, cooking something that smelled really good. "Bonjour." England said again, but froze when he saw the man fully. "Arthur!" The French man exclaimed. England was shocked to hear his human name, even from France.
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Love or Lust (Hetalia/Fruk or USUK?)
FanfictionEngland finds himself falling in love with two people, who happen to both like him back. Who will he chose? (Hetalia and its characters do not belong to me, nor does the cover photo.)
