Story of my Life (Hetalia One Shots)

Betrayal

((I decided to not actually type out the accents because it is way to time consuming and slows down the writing process for me. XD ))

Francis Bonnefoy walked briskly down the hallway, escorted by a slightly terrifying, German guard. He had so hoped that Arthur would agree with him, but hey, merde happens. So Francis had to resort to plan B. He glanced around himself, taking in the dull, monotonous hallway. They really needed some kind of interior decorator. Spruce the place up a bit.

Passing by a window, Francis caught a glance of the icy Bavarian Alps. The window must not have been sealed properly, because a sharp breeze hit Francis as he passed, giving him chills. His escort seemed to not be affected. Probably used to such things, Francis figured, trained to ignore it no doubt. The headquarters itself was located in an old castle that no doubt had not been updated in centuries. Finally, the guard stopped in front of a door and opened it, stepping to the side. Francis inclined his head toward the guard in way of thanks as he walked through the doorway.

The room, like the hallway, was very nondescript. It consisted of yet another poorly sealed window and a desk. There were two chairs in front of the desk, one of which Francis sat down in. Across from him sat none other than Ludwig Beilschmidt, personification of Germany. Behind him stood his friend and ally, Feliciano Vargas, personification of Italy. There were times that Francis suspected there was something more than friendship going on between them, being the country of love he could sense such things, but he was never sure.

“Hallo Herr Bonnefoy,” Ludwig greeted the Frenchman. “You wanted to discuss peace dealings between our countries?”

“Not so much peace dealings,” Francis corrected. “More an alliance. I have a predicament, you see. There’s something I want and I need someone to help me get it. You’ll get a share of the profit of course, but I just need your strength and numbers.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” Ludwig asked.

“Germany, look, a kitty!” Feliciano cried, chasing after it and leaving the room. “Ve~”

Ludwig sighed and turned back to Francis. “What is it that you want?”

Francis leaned forward excitedly. “As we all know, Arthur has been slacking on his responsibilities as a country. I found out why. He’s found a girl.”

“Sow what,” Ludwig shrugged, suddenly disinterested. “You were the same way when you met, what was her name, Jeanne?”

Francis winced at the memory, the pain still fresh even after all these years. “Yes, well, he went a few steps further. He’s married.”

Ludwig’s interest was piqued again. “Go on.”

“And with child.”

“You don’t mean-?”

“A half-human half-country hybrid? I know. But he won’t have any part of it. I don’t think he realizes just how much the child is worth.”

Ludwig smirked. “Boy or girl?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea. I do know that his wife,” Francis’ lips twisted into a grimace at the word, “is about halfway through the pregnancy. Five months at most.”

“Hmm,” Ludwig mulled over the new information. “Knowing the gender could increase the cost, but any reputable buyer might be willing to a “down payment” and negotiate a more suitable price after it’s born.”

“So, are you in?” Francis pressed, anxious for Ludwig’s help. If he didn’t agree to it, Francis was out of options.

Ludwig stood and Francis mirrored the movement. The German held out his hand with a smile, “Welcome to the Axis Powers.”

((I feel really bad because I made France and Germany out to be greedy, selfish, assholes! I apologize for anyone who is a particular fan of either one! I don’t actually see them as this way; they are both such amazing characters! I just had to make them like this for the story line. I hope you guys enjoyed this! Stay tuned for the next instalment: Family, which includes the appearance of a certain, obnoxious American!))

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