Hetalia Drabbles

Always have always will (FrUk)

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Arthur stared at Francis a bit annoyed and angry. He bit his lip hard as he growled: "I... I can't believe you! I heard about your little relationship with Spain... you fucking... betrayer! I can't believe I trusted you! I thought I would give you a chance and finally go out with you, but I guess I was wrong. You're a fucking cheating bastard!"

Francis frowned and shook his head, his blonde hair swinging in the air. "Mon amour, it's not true! I wouldn't betray you like zat!"

"Don't lie to me! I saw a picture of you kissing Spain!", he mumbled and tried to hold his anger "You...you bastard!!"

Francis reached a shakey hand out to him, "Amour... It's not true... Please...You 'ave to believe me, zomeone must 'ave zet me up..."

Arthur slaped the Frenchman's hands away and stepped back a little, distrust in his eyes. "Shut up! You wanker! I should have known you would mess this up! Everyone always leaves me! Everyone! I'm better off alone!" he shouted and gritted his teeth, forcing back the tears.

Francis frowned and held his redden hand, despair welling up inside his chest. "Arthur... please...believe me... please, je'taime... je'taime... I wouldn't do zat to you... please you 'ave to believe me..."

"NO, G-Go away you... you fucking wanker! I... I never want to see you again! You bastard! I... I wouldn't... I wouldn't even care if you died!", screamed Arthur and slapped Fancis' cheek, a red mark forming where the contact was made.

Francis' eyes widened in shock as he covered his cheek with his left hand. Tears were welling up in his eyes.For the first time in many years he startedto cry in front of someone. "... A-Arthur..." He turned around and headed out the door, running as fast as he could down the street, not looking back.

Arthur trembled, his eyes fixed at the floor beneath his feet. "... Damn... bastard..." Now he broke down himself, the tears falling freely from his eyes.

His eyes full of tears, Francis ran down the street.

"He hates me", it shot throu his head, „He hates me, and that after we finally started to get along. Arthur, mon amour, why didn't you believe me? Why would you zink I would do zat to you? After all zose years we spend together, you zink I would leave you now! F-First Jeanne... now Arthur... Why do ze people I love ze most leave me? God I hate this life ..I-I hate myself

Suddenly there were screeches, head lights flashes, a laud crash. Then silence.And darkness that overtook him. Francis' mind raced.

„Am... am I dead? I... I can't see anything... Where am I? I can't hear anyone... Arthur... Arthur!"

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Arthur heard loud noises outside. He jumped to his feet, off off the couch and walked to the door. He saw a crowd of people gathering and headed towards them. He tapped one of them on the shoulder.

"Hey, what happened?"

The man looked at him. "Some fool walked right into the street and got hit. They're taking him to the ambulance right now."

Arthur heart raced.

„N-No... it couldn't be him...", he thougt. But his worst fears were proofed tob e real when he saw the man laying in the stretcher:Francis was laying knocked out and broken in the ambulance, his face as pale as a bedsheet.

The Brit's eye widened and he tried to push threw the crowd. "Francis! God, please no! Francis!"

A policeman stopedhim, holding him back. "Sir, you can't go over there."