Elll this is my first fan fiction! I hope you like it ;3
England's pov
It's been seven weeks since I divorced france, And he's been avoiding me since, its very nerve wrecking. I found my self walking to his house daily and exploring the streets of Paris. Today will be the day I tell him how I feel. I made it to his house, I couldn't move, my feet would not let me. I finally found the nerve to walk up to the house and bang on the door. "You bloody git open this door this instant!" No answer. But I kept banging on the door knowing he is there just
not answering.'Why is he like this?' "Open the door, France please, please just listen to me for
once?" Still no answer. "France, please..You know what never mind!" I stormed off, I felt a lump form in my throat. "I won't cry, I wont cry for that idiot!" And again I found myself walking around Paris.
France pov..
Looking though the window I see him....England. Why is he here, he left me. I want to answer the foor but i choose not to I cant let him see me like this, mabe a walk will cheer me up. I walk to grab my coat and head out the door i passed a mirror and examined myself. " .....why" I asked my self noticeing Im sheding and myveyes are blood shot from cring and lack of sleep. If I didnt feel like crap right now i would be freaking out, but no i just shruged it off and went outside...
