Okay, so this one won't have a happy ending. But that's just how I feel like writing; when one feels the need to write something sad, one does not simply wait for the feeling to pass. Anyways, this is going to be my first songfic, so don't kill me if it sucks. I know that the words of the song don't exactly match up with what I wrote, but this story is heavily influenced by it. Don't be mad at me pls >< Also, I just want to say thanks to the two people who have voted for this story. It means a lot to me ^·^
Do I look lonely?
I see the shadows on my face
People have told me I don't look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I'm playing hooky, with the best of the best
Put my heart on my chest, so that you can see it too
As the rain drizzled quietly on my window, all I could think of was the girl I bumped into at the mystery section of the book store last week. 'Who was she...?' Her charming (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes caught my eyes almost instantly. And her sweet smile... I needed to know who she was.
As much as I hated the idea, I'd probably have to ask frog-face to help me find her. But hey, at least it gets the job done. I sipped my Earl Grey tea and sighed.
'What am I getting myself into...? Chasing after a girl who's name that I don't even know...' I shook my head and let out a chuckle. "At least she has a good taste in books."
I heard my doorbell ring, and I hesitantly got up from my seat at the table that I used exclusively for tea. 'What wanker has the nerve to disrupt my tea time?' I asked myself in the annoyance of the person at the door.
I opened the door and immediately asked, "What do you want?" I wasn't surprised to find a snail-slurper at my doorstep. "Ah, Arthur, you cannot be mad at me for no reason!" The Frenchman told me, with an odd tone in his voice. "No, but I can be mad at you for disrupting my tea time. Now tell me what you want or leave." I crossed my arms, and Frenchie smirked. "You've been acting strange for the past week, Angleterre. Yelling at people less, getting drunk less. You seem... lonely. You're not looking or acting the same. And I think I know what's happening."
I could only look away from the annoying country and lift up an eyebrow/caterpillar. "And what exactly do you think it is?" I questioned, and Francis only seemed to grow more amused. "Obviously, it's... amour~" He said in a matter-of-factly tone with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. "What makes you say that?"
"Maybe it's the fact that I'm the country of love and it's perfectly natural for me to know these things?" He looked very proud of himself when he said the words 'country of love', and all I did was facepalm and think, 'God, he's such a rude, sneaky, little arse...'
/time skip of Flying Mint Bunnies/
I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall
The lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live?
My cell phone rang, "WARNING: CODE RED, A WANKER IS TRYING TO REACH YOU, I REPEAT, A WANKER IS TR-" it cut off as I tapped the green button, hoping for the best.
"Wanker?"
A fake gasp sounded from the other end of the call. "Mon Dieu! I'm so offended!" The frog sarcastically replied. "You'd better have a bloody good reason for calling." I knew that it was probably about what he forced out of me yesterday; he wouldn't leave my property until I told him everything about the girl at the bookstore. And to put it simply, the wanker was right.
"Oui, she's at the store now! Allons-y! You'll end up missing your chance, mon ami!" He exclaimed, and I didn't even have the time to fanboy over how much his words reminded me of Doctor Who as I grabbed my nearest coat and hat, which just so happened to be part of my Sherlock cosplay, and I headed out the door.
