France - Paris [[Hetalia]]

(Small Fanfic) |||

France was on the ground. Crying and shaking. He couldn't believe what he had done. What was he thinking? Paris was just 5! He didn't know anything about Jeanne! How could he be so careless? He opened his eyes and looked at his left. There were the damaged white roses, that Paris had drop down, after he started running. He picked one up, and held it tight inside his palm. Then, he got up and started searching for Paris. He searched in the bathroom, living room and kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen. When he walked in his room, he heard whining sounds and whimpering coming from the closet.

"...P-Paris?... Are you in there...?" He suttered out and walked towards the closet. The whimpers became louder as he was opening the closet's door. There he saw Paris, curled down on the closet's corner shaking and holding his right hand.

"....Oh Paris...." France said and went to lift him up but he received a kick from him. It didn't hurt of course, but France was shocked.

"NON! LEAVE!" Paris yelled loudly with a shaky voice and hugged his knees.

"..Paris please, come out hun... I just want to make sure you're alright..." France said, trying to keep inside the tears that were threatening to escape his eyes.

"NON!" Paris yelled again, with tears streaming down his cheeks. "You're mean! You hit me!" He yelled even louder and let out a sobbing sound. France felt his heart getting ripped in two. Apparently, Paris was too scared.. And It was all his fault..

"...Paris, mon amour, Please come out...." France begged him once again, and wiped away the tears from his eyes. Paris didn't answer this time. He just gave him a scared, wild glare. France sighed. He didn't want to do what he had in his mind. But it had to be done. He hadn't anymore choices left. He lowed down to Paris's level and crossed his arms inside the closet. As soon as his arms touched Paris's body, Paris started kicking him once again. France tried to ignore the kicks, and finally he was holding him in his arms.

"NON!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!" Paris yelled loudly and started wiggling in his arms. France shut his eyes tightly and held Paris even closer to him. He was feeling horrible that Paris was so scared.

"...P-Please....." Paris whispered at him, while crying really hard. He was too scared.

"...D-Don't hit m-me again...." He suttered out weakly, and his breath was really heavy.

"Oh, my little Paris!!" France yelled and hugged him really tight while tears were escaping his eyes. "I'm so sorry, my love! I'm so so sorry!" He said and sobbed.

"...I didn't mean to... I was so wrong... You didn't do anything wrong... I was stupid..." France said and looked at Paris's big blue eyes. Paris had calmed down. He wasn't afraid anymore. He nuzzled France close.

"...Don't cry Francy... I love you..." He said while still twitching a bit from the sobs. France held him closer.

"..I love you too... I love you so much Paris, do you know that...?" He said and gently stroked his blond hair.

"...I sorry for your roses..." Paris said and looked up at him. France looked at him.

"Don't be my love... I was wrong... I should be sorry... You are just a small kid! You didn't know better... I knew... I was wrong hun..." France said.

"...W-Why you hit me..?" Paris asked him, and sniffed his nose.

"....Baby I just... Don't know how to answer that... Well, sometimes when people get really sad and upset, they make bad choices and bad things without thinking first..." France answered and stroked his cheek.

"..Who was the beautiful lady next to the roses...?" Paris asked and looked up at him France froze.

"... Jeanne...."

"Who's 'eanne?" Paris asked. France looked at him.

"...She was... Someone really important to me..." France said.

"I met her..... So many decades ago.... She was... The one for me..."

"So I had another cousin!" Paris yelled happily. France paused and looked at him tenderly.

"Oui...You had another cousin..." He said and smiled slightly.

"Where's she now?"

"....She....She's protecting us now, love...." France answered and looked away.

"Can we visit her?" Paris asked. France shook his head.

"..Do you think she would like me..?" Paris asked him again.

"She would adore you hun..." France responded and smiled. Paris smiled back and looked down at his hurt hand.

"... Hurt..." He mumbled. France got up and held him close.

"...Well.. Let's go fix you up.." He said and kissed Paris's nose slightly.

~THE END~

(Whew! Long one! I sure hope you'll like it!)

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