You'll always have me (FrUk)

You'll always have me

"I remember when you were great"

"All I want is my freedom"

"I'm not a kid anymore"

Those words lingered through Arthur's head. He had locked himself in his room for weeks now. The hot tears streamed out of his red puffy eyes. Making his pale cheeks feel sticky and damp. He hated that everyone that he had loved or cared about left. His older brother left him he was a child, his mother left him not much time before that his brother did, and now, Alfred had left him. It just reminded himself how lonely he actually was. He was just a small island that most nations usually hated for his cold and cruel behavior to the colonies he had.

His hand slowly dragged up his face and gripped onto his golden blond hair. His teeth gritted together in frustration as his eyes slowly opened. The jade green orbs darted around. The Britt had forgotten that he was laying under his quilt. Arthur rubbed off the tears that were still flooding his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Angleterre!"

Arthur shuttered at the voice, god, he was hearing things again. At least it felt like it. He let out a long sigh and pulled down the quilt until he was uncovered. He looked around the room. It was completely drenched in shadows, except for the faint specks of light that had shone through the curtains.

"Angleterre!"

There the voice was again. In that familiar French accent. The one that called his name multiple times in the past. He sighed and rubbed his temples as he made his way to the window. He pulled the curtain to the left slowly, his eyes narrowing at the bright light charging in.

"Angleterre!"

On the other side of the clear glass showed the man who the calls came from. A lean, fairly tall French man who was well dressed and his hair tied back with a red ribbon. In his hand, a bouquet of velvet red roses. What did he want now? All Arthur had wanted was to be by himself, as the shunned nation he was.

He glanced back towards the center of the room, where a mirror stood. He took a moment to look at himself. God, did he look miserable. He had hardly changed from his red war uniform. He only took off the coat that was laying around somewhere deep in his closet. His shirt was a bit ripped on his right shoulder and still stained with a little bit of blood.

"Angleterre!"

Dammit, why won't he leave? He would go eventually, just like the others did anyways. He took a quick look and flinched as he saw Francis staring into the window. Looking right at Arthur. Great, now Francis knew that Arthur was awake. Practically his only choice now was to go out and see what he wanted. He strolled to the mirror and decided to make himself look fairly decent. He changed into some knee high chestnut brown pants and into a pale yellow shirt that had a small white tie in the middle. He straightened the top a bit longer before finally stepping out of the room.

Arthur sighed as he stared down the brown halls and walked to the egg shell white door. He hesitated for a moment before grabbing the door nob and opening the door. To no one's surprise, Francis was standing right there. With the bunch of roses in hand. His other hand was curled up into a fist and was about to knock on the door the moment Arthur had opened it.

"Ahh... bonne journée, Angleterre" Francis said and a warm smile rose onto his lips. a slight hesitation in his voice as he help out the roses before him.

"....What do you want? I gave you the money I owed you already" Arthur had said coldly as his eyes narrowed at the flowers before him. one of his eyebrows lifting at the gesture. "and now isn't very the best time for a visit."