England's POV
If only I had explained this all before.
I went to his house when I had left the hospital, because I knew that he would be at least maybe a few days before well enough to be discharged. That would definitely buy me enough time to do what I had to do.
I had heard him explain a few times of his mama, a nation, now an Ancient called Gaul. He doesn't talk about her much nowadays so I am not really sure how he would react to me doing what I want to do. His house was clean and it was easy to rummage through to find his diary. I sat on his bed and started at the beginning.
I read it all. I read everything that he had felt whilst writing it. It hurt me why he could not have told me. Was I really that hard to talk to? When I found out, you could not imagine how much it hurt that he could not tell me about his problems. Of course, we had had a long history of fighting and bloodshed, but I knew that we would be able to support each other. It was just a love-hate thing. We had always told each other our problems and stood by each other. That was how it was meant to be.
------THE G8 CONFERENCE-------
I slammed down the tattered book, making eye contact with every individual in the room.
"Read it. Read it all. This is what we were oblivious to".
((A.N I KNOW ITS SHORT. IM ENDING HERE FOR TENSION and my laptops running out of battery))
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FanfictionI can't ignore the voices in my head France. Pervert. Rapist. I hear those names too often I want this all to be over It will be worth it (Triggers: Self harm, suicidal thoughts (I haven't decided yet))
