Snap and capture (UsUk LEMON)

Return of Bonnefoy

A slender white hand broke the surface of the grave, as the buried-alive Francis digs his way out ever so slowly. He grits his teeth, as he pulls himself up and out of the ground. He hated the feeling of the mud clinging tightly to his torn clothes. He stood up, brushing himself off. He had unfinished business. He wasn't going to die that easily.

He trudged up the concrete path, and onto the dark street. He took his normal route home, sighing at the state of his home. He climbed the stairs to the second floor bathroom. He stripped his muddy clothes off into the floor. His stomach had an almost healed cut where a bullet had slightly grazed him.

He climbed into the shower, his head spinning with the images of what happened. He would make Alfred pay. When he was finished he walked into his closet, dressing in a simple on-the-street outfit, and tucked his glock into the back of his pants. With one more look at his home he left to the Jones residence.

Sorry for this being short, I've gotten alot of PMS for hetalia lemon requests on another book, so I've been busy. I'll try and put the next update out later today, so please be patient!