The Crimson Sky

Chapter 13

England sighed and went back to continuing his search for a certain Frenchman.

"Bloody wanker, disappearing on me with no warning. Probably going to jump scare me..not in the mood."

Meanwhile France was laying on the couch naked, posed and waiting for England to walk in.

"You bloody....biscuit!" England screamed when he saw the Frenchie's position.

France just chuckled deciding that England was not in a pleasant mood and sat up putting his robe on.

The British man balled his hands "I've been worried sick! You disappeared for no reason, then Italy died and I thought something had happened to you too, and I was genuinely worried, but it turns out you were posing like you were on the Titanic again, you git!!"

"Calm down, Angloterre. I know you are worried and upset but you need to take a deep breath before you give yourself a heart attack."

"Italy died, Francis. Like, just stopped breathing" he slid to sit on the ground "I thought you did too," he added quietly.

France sighed, walked over, and sat next to England "I'm sorry for worrying you Angloterre."

"You should be," he sniffled.

"Why are you crying, Arty? "

"We aren't counties anymore."

"I know that."

"We're going to die...no human lives as long as we have."

France sighed.

England cleared his throat "Francis, there's something that I haven't told you...that I've been meaning to do forever."

"What is it?"

England leaned over suddenly and kissed the Frenchman passionately.

France kissed back almost immediately.

"I want to spend every last second of our lives together, France."

"I do too, England."

The Brit connected their lips again, battling for dominance with his tongue.

After the two of them had a small make out session, France went to get a quick shower.

While France stood in the shower singing an old Beatles song, England decided to read through a book.

France replaced the name in the song with Arthur, causing England to smile and shake his head, laughing a bit.

After France hit a high note, the song ended.

England picked his head up from the book since the song didn't end after the high note.

No sound came from the bathroom.

He got up and walked to the bathroom knocking on the door "France."

The only reply was a moan.

"Bloody wanker" England growled before opening the door and walking in.

France was slumped on the floor of the shower face first, barely breathing.

"You idiot," the Brit said, running over and pulling him out of the shower.

The Frenchman took a shallow breath of air.

"Are you ok, France?"

"Frick.."

"That doesn't answer my question."

Another gasp for air.

"Francis?"

"Arty," France croaked.

"Yes?"

"I drowned."

"No you didn't. You're fine."

"You'll come with me?"

"Sure."

"Good. Kiss?"

England kissed him gently.

France kissed back urgently before pulling away "Can't breathe...dying..love you, Arty."

"I love you too, Francis."

And then France died a dramatic death as was expected.

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Over the next few days, England and Germany would die of a broken heart. Japan would also die--of consumption.

That left only the remaining Nordics and their children.
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Sorry for not updating, school blocked wattpad so I can't update at school and I forget half the time. But today I'll post this one and the last two chapters. Mostly because I won't have Wi-Fi this weekend. So enjoy!