HETALIA ONE-SHOTS! RP STARTERS

The Defeat of the French Navy (FRUK)

(This is basically just the FRUK version of The Fall Of The Third Reich)
As weak as he was, the Frenchman sailed onwards, watching his breath come out as white clouds of air whilst his teeth chattered. It was so very cold and his fleet was being utterly destroyed. Francis no longer dared to look behind him as every time he did, he would witness the sink of another ship, watching as she was swallowed by the choppy waves. "S-shit" Francis swore, looking down at his gloved hands although he knew that his fingers would be blue underneath. Thanks to the fact that Arthur had them surrounded which prevented the French army from retreating, Francis knew that he'd have to fight on despite the hopeless situation. The 'black sheep' had started raiding ships before sinking them. There was nothing. The Frenchmen were forced to watch in terror as people were stabbed and shot. A few hours later, three quarters of Francis' army had died, their bodies frozen in the sea. There was a warship just ahead and although in the earlier days of being in the war, Francis would have been able to sink it without a problem, he knew that he wouldn't be able to now. He didn't realise that this was the ship with all the big guns. Nor did he realise that a certain Brit was coming closer, using burnt remains of buildings to keep himself hidden. "M-ME-MEN!" Francis announced, not meaning to stutter as much as he did. "W-WE M-MU-ST K-KEEP F-FI-FIGHTING! F-FOR THE F-FRE-FRENCH WAY O-F L-LI-LIFE!" A weak groan of agreement followed from the last of his sea men. They were prepared to die for their country, for Francis, and were under the false illusion that their sacrifice would help them win the war. This fact made Francis feel terrible as he knew that there was no hope for them now.
(Please continue as Dom!England)