Intractable Emotion. (A GerIta fanfic)

Chapter XXXII. GAY CONVERSATIONS & UNNEEDED MEDDLING.

-Chapter XXXII.-

GAY CONVERSATIONS & UNNEEDED MEDDLING.

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France's P.O.V
(just a little fyi, this pov starts at when everyone was still around the breakfast table arguing, like right after England left, okay okay continue on)

As I left the room where all the nations were bickering on about who to blame for England leaving, I pulled out my phone. I needed to call England, see if he was really mad at me or if he was just annoyed by everyone else.

Honestly when I told the others we weren't anything but rivaling countries, I was telling the truth. Our relationship is very complicated, but England has told me himself it isn't romantic. We've kissed, held each other, slept together, but still, nothing was supposed to be taken seriously. At least not for England; me on the other hand, that didn't work out so well.

I didn't mean to start loving him seriously, but spending so much time with him really didn't help. And maybe that's why I was so distraught when he told me I couldn't touch him anymore, right before Germany and Italy's wedding. Maybe that's why I drank so much that night that I went over to his house that I knew so well and kissed him drunkenly.

And then after the wedding he started calling me again, whenever he had time. And now we're back into a "enemies with benefits" situation as Romano said.

I was honestly surprised no one had caught us before, so I guess it's not so shocking for me that they found out about it now.

I pressed England's contact, waiting for a moment before it went straight to voicemail. I sighed, but then felt a buzz from my phone.

I looked down to see a message from England; "just come over, you berk".

I chuckled softly before heading out of Germany and Italy's house to England's.

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I walked over to England's front door, feeling knots build up in my stomach. I just didn't want him to tell me we had to break off our complicated situation, even though I know we should.

I knocked three times on the door, and almost immediately after, the door swung open. England looked at me with a face of both anger and contrite. He looked around his porch quickly before grabbing my arm and bringing me into his house.

I looked at him confused. "Those bloody idiots hid in the bushes and listened in on us last time, well before the whole wedding thing" England explained, and I just laughed.

"It's not funny!" England exclaimed. "They're all going to mock me about this whole thing for centuries!"

"Lighten up, Arthur. Half of those countries are already sleeping with each other. The other half want to" I told him. He just looked at me with a blank face.

"You're not taking this seriously, Francis" England said to me, making me sigh.

"I'm trying to, but I just don't get as upset over these type of things as you do. It's no worry of mine what other's think of who I choose to do whatever with, so them being in an uproar by this isn't going to stop me from continuing to want to kiss you" I told him straightforward, making him blush immediately.