After dragging Arthur off and having an extremely long fight, Francis was once again defeated and left kneeling on the floor. His body was covered in welts and bruises from the conflict and the last words the Brit had screamed at him before slamming the door in his face rang through his head like an old church bell.
"This is a bloody idiotic reason to get married!" The door had slammed a centimeter away from Francis' nose, the closeness shaking him to his core.
And there he knelt on the floor by the old wooden door, trembling softly. His platinum blonde locks fell over his face, shrouding it in darkness. Cobalt eyes stared at the floor as he forced a smile onto his face and began to mutter to himself.
"I'll be fine. They'll see. I'm strong. I'll show Arthur. I'll be fine. I'll be fine. I'll be fine." Tears began flooding down his cheeks and over his stubble, dropping off his chin and onto his blue pants.
"I'll be fine. I don't need Arthur's love! It's not like that was my last chance or anything! It's not like my boss is going to kill me now because I failed! ITS NOT LIKE I ACTUALLY LOVED YOU OR ANYTHING! Je vais bien! JE VAIS BIEN!" Francis began to wail at the top of his lungs, gripping the back of his head hard, his eyes squeezed shut.
"JE VAIS BIEN! JE VAIS BIEN!!! JE VAIS BIEN!!!"
"Non, vous ne serez pas bien, France."
(No, you're not fine France)
The Frenchman's head whipped around to see his boss standing above him, staring down at the country disapprovingly.
"M-monsieur!"
(M-mister!)
Francis panicked and scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes quickly.
"J-Je vais l'amener à m'épouser! Je promets! S'il vous plâit donne moi une autre chance-"
(I'm going to get him to marry me! I promise! Please give me another chance-)
"Non." The Frenchman's boss cut him off abruptly, walking over to the blonde nation and grabbing him by the shoulder, eliciting a pained whine from Francis.
"Je vous ai déjà donné assez de chances. Vous avez échoué à chaque fois. Il n'y a plus de chances. "
(I have already given you enough chances. You have failed each time. There is no longer any chances)
"Mais...mais-"
(But...but)
"Silence France." Francis' boss pushed the nation away from the door and onto the living room floor chest-first, the Frenchman yelping on impact. His boss pushed a foot between Francis' shoulder blades and stood over him, looking at the long haired man as if he were trash on the sidewalk. Slowly and nonchalantly, he pulled a pistol out of a holster on his belt. Francis looked behind him and his eyes widened, tears flooding down his face once again as he realized that his boss was about to do what all nations feared. He was about to end Francis' existence. All those centuries of being alive would disappear in an instant, and there was so much the Frenchman hadn't accomplished yet, including finally telling Arthur that he loved him.
"M-monsieur! Non! NON! S'il vous plâit!"
(M-mister! No! NO! Please!)
His boss said nothing, only cocking the gun and aiming it at the back of the French nations head. Francis was quivering and screaming at this point, starting to thrash under his bosses foot.
"Au revoir France."
(Goodbye France)
The gun was fired, the sound sending a heart-stopping loud sound throughout the entirety of the Frenchman's house.
And then silence.
France was no more.
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Too Little Too Late {UKFr Angst/Fluff} COMPLETED
FanfictionWhat if Francis and Arthur both secretly loved each other? What if they were so close to telling each other? What if Francis' boss actually did kill him after he failed to marry Arthur? {This is my first story on Wattpad}
