France - Paris [[Hetalia]]

A Small Hope (Part I)

"And.. Why I can't come?" Paris asked France while he was laying on his bed.

"Paris, I already told you.." France replied calm. "The world meeting is for nations not for capitals and of course not for kids.." He said as he was fixing his tie.

"But come on! I'll be good and I won't be noisy!" Paris begged.

"No Paris.. I already said no and this is final!" France said.

"Pleeeeeease?" Paris said and jumped up and down.

"Paris go to your room.." France said.

"But I ju-"

"Now and it's an order!" France yelled.

Paris looked at him and backed off kind of scared.

France sighed. "You know that I don't want to yell at you.." "Please be a good boy now and go.."

"Mhm..Fine.." Paris mumbled.

"Good.." France said and smiled. "I should go now I'm already late.."

"Okay.. And by the way, you look like a penguin with this suit!" Paris yelled at him with a giggle.

"I heard that!" France said and laughed a little while walking out of the door.

"...Mhm.." Paris did and looked down. "He never trusts me.. He always treats me like a baby.." He thought. "Only If I... If I could prove myself to him.. Somehow.." He stared outside.

"I got it!" He yelled and got up. "France always says that Britain is his enemy..If I could challenge him to a battle..And defeat him..France for sure will show me respect!" He said aloud.

Paris opened the door in France's room, took a small knife from the closet and hid it in his pocket. Then, he opened the door and ran outside.

"Hmm.. I only hope that Britain isn't in the World Meeting.." He whispered. After some hour searching for him, he finally found him, sitting under a tree. "Aha! Finally found you!" Paris thought. He quickly got out his small knife and looked at Britain.

"I'm here to challenge you!" He yelled. Britain looked at him confused and got up. "Challenge me? And who the hell are you?" He asked.

"I'm Paris and I'm here to challenge and defeat you!" Paris yelled. Britain looked at him for a couple of minutes. Then, he started laughing really hard. "You challenge me? That's hilarious! You're probably going to be as useless at battles as France! But yes, little brat I will accept your challenge. It will be a pleasure for me to defeat France's little brother, cousin or whatever you are to him." Britain replied and got up.

"You will regret everything you said.." Paris growled out, feeling the rage growing inside of him with every word Britain was saying.

"Bring it little brat.." Britain said and smirked. Paris snarled and stormed at him, trying to punch him. Britain moved off, making Paris punch a tree.

"Ow!" Paris said and looked at his bleeding palm. Britain laughed and kicked him on the stomach making him fly to the opposite tree. Britain walked towards him and lifted him up from the collar of his neck. "..Such a waste.." He mumbled and raised his arm, attempting to punch Paris again. Paris quickly got out the small knife of his pocket, and pegged it against Britain's arm.

"AAAAAAAAGHH!!!" Britain screamed loudly, throwing Paris on a bush.

Paris looked at him.. A Britain that he had never seen before. He was growling, his green eyes were fulled of rage and his bleeding arm was shaking. "YOU..LITTLE..BRAT! I WILL MAKE YOU PAY!" He yelled, grabbed Paris's knife and threw it violently at him. He couldn't help it. The rage had taken over him. The knife hit violently Paris's chest making him scream from the pain. For a moment everything became blurry for Paris.. Britain, the trees everything seemed to turn into dark shadows. Red blood was flowing from his chest, and every second was passing he was feeling weaker and weaker.

"F-France... I'm s-sorry.. I didn't l-listen to you.." Paris mumbled with a weak shaky voice while tears were streaming down his cheeks.