If this was a Movie: Not a Simple Hetalia Fanfiction

Chapter 7 : Love.

"Mademoiselle, are you alright?"

This is the voice of a male. I looked up and saw a bearded man with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair looking at me. He was wearing a light-beige suit, with a blue, striped waistcoat and a crimson tie. I quickly recognised that he's Francis.

I said, "I-I'm alright..."

He said, "you don't look okay."

"That's none of your business."

//~~*~~//

Francis's P.o.V.

I walked closer to her. She pushed me away. Have I done something wrong? Or she's not used to that?

I said, "you seem off, are you alright?"

She replied, "I'm alright."

I looked at her. She seemed depressed. She must have something in her mind.

//~~*~~//

I looked at him, he looked at me, like we're staring into our eyes. Yes, I did have something in my mind, but that's not his business, nor any other people.

I frowned a while, thinking about what to do.

Yeah, my heart got a blank space, but should I put a name into it?

I thought for a while, then asked, "may I hug you?"

Francis nodded and pulled me into his embrace. I wrapped my arms around him, then rested my head on his shoulder.

Tears started running down from my eyes again. I mumbled, "why... why I can't get him out of my head..."

//~~*~~//

"Who's he?" I asked.

"Ludwig... I love him so much..."

'So she loves Ludwig? Mon Dieu! That must be really bad for her!'

I said, "ah! I see... so you can't accept the truth that he's married to another guy?"

She nodded slightly.

I smiled and said, "if you love him, please let go. You can't force a guy into a romantic relationship if he doesn't like it. Sometimes, you have to learn to let go, like you have to give up something to get something. You're a beautiful young lady, I swear out there must be someone like you."

She was sobbing on my shoulder. Well, I don't mind her wetting my clothes, as long as I could make her out of the depression.

//~~*~~//

Why was I sobbing on that frog face's shoulder? Supposed that I might have pushed him away.

But wait... his words were unexpectedly relief... Why he ever told me these?

His embrace... it's warm... like I was in the arms of my lover... no. He is an experienced lover so it's normal.

But wait... I felt calm in his arms... was it my very true feelings when I was with him?

Almost every time I saw him in these past few months I ignored him or declined him, sometimes even punched him into half-death... However this time, I have done nothing, but sobbing, crying, wetting his shoulder...

Was it my intention or that's my subconsciousness? No, that must be in my subconscious mind.

The bells chimed again. It's time for Feliciano to throw the bouquet. I finally chose to let go of Francis, then I wiped the remaining tears on my face.

I smiled and said, "merci", then walked back to the front door of the church. The other girls were already waiting for the bouquet with ambition. Their eyes were sparkling, wanting to get the luck for love.

I looked at Feliciano. He's ready to throw the decorated bouquet now.

//~~*~~//

My shoulders were wet. They were soaked by tears of a beautiful lady. I stroked her hair when she was crying on my shoulder. Her dark-brown hair was soft, like a silk that could be lost in the air. I couldn't resist touching such a gorgeous lady, but I should stop.

I let go, then looked at her from afar. She smiled again. Her smile... it's beautiful, like an angel in disguise. Her body... I like it. Looked skinny but slightly chubby, perfect-sized breasts... I couldn't help imagining what it would be like when on the bed... (Stop Francis, stop thinking about those sexual fantasies!)

I looked at my soaked shoulder again, then smiled in relief.

//~~*~~//

"3, 2, 1!" Feliciano slipped the flower bouquet from his hands. The other girls rushed towards the object, fighting over it. I stood beside the crowd, looking at them quietly.

Suddenly, I kicked something. I looked down and saw that pack of flowers laying beside my feet. I picked up and raised it to the others. The girl stared at me. I looked at them with a wink.

I walked back to the girls, they greeted me happily.

Was it the sign of being the next bride? No, I'm too young to get married. Perhaps, I might get a boyfriend, but who would he be?