France - Paris [[Hetalia]]

(Small Fanfic) ||

("Loui" is Paris's teddy bear.)
(Warning: It contains some "Child Abuse") (Not Blood)

It was morning. The first rays of sunshine, were entering through Paris's curtain, slightly interrupting his peaceful sleep. He yawned and streched, while rubbing his eyes.

"Goodmorning, teddy!" He said and hugged his little blue teddy bear. He jumped off the bed with a giggle, still holding his teddy.

"Let's go check on Francy!" He whispered at it. "You know.. He was really sad yesterday, but he was still smiling... I never knew you could do this.." He explained at it, like it was going to give him an answer. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and saw France sitting on the table.

"Bonjour!!" He yelled happily at him. France smiled.

"Awake so early little guy? How come?" He said and ran his hand through the boy's messy hair, knowing how sleepy he could be.

"You seemed so sad yesterday, so Loui told me to get up early to check on you!" Paris said while holding it. France chuckled.

"And how... Loui knew I was sad?" He asked him and smiled.

"Loui knows a lot!" Paris responded with naivete and giggled. France smiled at his little cousin's innocence.

"So, are you hungry?" He asked.

"Oui!" Paris responded and held out his arms expecting to be lifted up. France smiled and lifted him up on his arms while he sat on a chair.

"Here you go.." He said and handed Paris a small croissant.

"Merci!" Paris said and took a bite of it. France slurped a sip from his coffee and remained silent. Paris could sense that something was wrong.

"Fwance..? He asked and looked at him.

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure, you're okay?.. Because.. Loui is worried.." Paris said and showed him to France. France rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Then tell.. Loui not to be worried, because I'm fine." He responded and looked away. Paris sighed and kept eating his breakfast. After several minutes passed, he was finished.

"Alright Paris, Be a dear and go play now.. I have to clean up here." France said and placed Paris on the ground genty.

"You 'eed help?" Paris asked. France smiled.

"Non hun, I'll do it myself.. Go play now." Paris obeyed and ran off the kitchen holding Loui. France let out a deep sigh and started cleaning up. He wanted to escape his thoughts. Not to think of her. He wanted to forget. To forget forever. But it was impossible. Soon, tears were rolling down his cheeks, and when Paris passed by he saw them. He froze for a moment. He stood there undecided. Then, he ran to his room and closed the door.

"Loui! France is still sad!" He said to him. He had some tears in his eyes as well, and didn't really know what to do.

"What you said?.." He asked teddy. "A gift?.. Loui you're a genius!" He said excitedly and hugged teddy close.

"I know exactly what! France loves roses! What can be better than a rose?" He said and walked outside with teddy. "Roses...Roses.. Where can we find some?..." He thought to himself. He opened the door to France's room and walked towards the shelf. There, he saw Jeanne's photography and the white roses. "Roses! Yay, we found them!" He said and went to take one, but he saw that they were all attached to each other.

"Umm.. I 'uess we have to cut one off..." He said and detached one of them. Unluckily, the other ones fell down with damaged petals. "Oh... Well... We can take them all. The more we take, the happier France will be!" He said and walked outside to the kitchen where France was.

"France! I have something for you!" He said in a singing tone as he was entering the kitchen.

"Oh hun, I already told you I'm busy an-" He paused suddenly, when he saw the damaged flowers inside Paris's handful. Jeanne's favourite flowers. The only memory he had from her, and now they were destroyed. He stood there for a moment, before he went to actions he would regret deeply later. He walked quickly towards Paris and grabbed his arms tightly.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO FRANCE'S THINGS PARIS?!?" He yelled and shaked him violently. Paris panicked. He had never seen him like this.

"YOU ARE NOT TOUCHING MY THINGS PARIS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!" He yelled again and squeezed Paris's right hand so tight that Paris let out a sobbing sound. France kept squeezing it tighter and tighter until he twisted it. Paris let out a sob, reaveling how painful it was. Suddenly, France tossed him away. Paris fell on the ground, whining and holding his twisted hand. France was looking at him. He made a step towards him, but Paris got up and ran inside, terrified as he never was. After some seconds, France realized what he had done. He fell on his knees and started shaking. Tears were escaping his eyes and looked at the damaged roses on the ground.

"... Oh Jeanne... What have I done...."

~END OF PART 2~

(Eyup! Another part. I'm sorry If I gave you the feels. There's one more part left, stay tuned!)

France/Jeanne (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Paris/Storyboard (c) Me AKA Panda