Hetalia Drabbles

Storm Clouds (FRUK)

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Englands P.O.V. Why does it rain so much in my homeland?
Is it to do with my pessimistic and sarcatic attitude?
Or my dark and ugly past?
I don't mean for these things to effect my country. I, like all personifications, want my people to be happy and free.
Yet they are driven indoors by the constant rain that never seems to go away.
Why so much rain?
It might just be because of the geographical location.
Or the industrialisation that all countries have undergone.
But for some reason, I don't think it has to do with that.
I almost think....
that it has to do with me... being lonely.
I sometimes think that when I don't feel so lonely, the rain lets up.
Like when I was rasing Alfred. He made me feel needed, and it was almost like I felt the clouds go away.
And then he left. I didn't want him to go. He was my little brother. But he fought me, and won. And I had to let him go.
For a while afterwards, London, in particular, had a lot of rain. More than usual. And I wonder if it was because I was so torn up about losing Alfred.
Ever since then, the rain has been a constant, forever at the edges of my heart.
But recently, something, or rather, someone has been slowly pushing those clouds away.
And it was someone I would have never have expected. Not in the thousands of years I've been alive.
It's that damn frog.
He's been there since I was just a little boy, called himself 'big brother'.
And I thought I hated him. I've fought him many times, enjoyed seeing him lose, spat insults at him.
But that's changed. I... actually want him to be happy. To smile. To laugh.
And the worst part is, I think I want to be the reason for him to be happy.

Bloody hell, Arthur! Get a hold of yourself!
This is France we're talking about! He's perverted, dirty, frustrating....
But... I've seen the kind side of him. He cared for me when I was young, looked out for me as I found my feet, hell, he even came around after Alfred left, and got me out of that black hole I was in!
And there was the incedent with Joan...
God, I don't think I've ever seen Francis like that. Not before, and not since.
I still can't believe he forgave me after that. "It wasn't your decision, Angleterre", he said, "it was that of your people. And I know zat what the people want iz not always the same az what we want".
Did he actually forgive me? Or does he blame me still? I don't really know.
All I do know is that... I want that frog around. More and more.
He makes me feel... better. And in turn, I think that gets rid of the rain.
I want...him to... love me.
Good God, I never thought I would say that. Especially about France.
But it's the truth. I realise that now.

Huh. It's stopped raining out. Well, I should be going. I have another of those pointless meetings to go to.
...Maybe it's a little less pointless now. After all, I get to see him. And poke fun at him, of course.
After all, who would I be if I didn't tease him?
He might get the picture. Stupid git.
God... I sound like an idiot.
Well, I suppose it's better than keeping it bottled up.
Now, where's my coat?