authors note: hi this is my first hetalia story and my first story I've ever posted some of the country's may be slightly ooc sometimes but I'll try my best and in this story I've pared France and England.
readers POV.
"HAHAHA is the freaky kitty goanna cry?" "N-no shut up"
you wake up with tears in your eyes thanks to the dream you had you reached over to your night stand grabbing a pencil and your dream journal and jotting down what you had dreamt about you sigh looking back thru the last few pages you wrote and realize that you've been having the same dream every night for awhile now the one about when you were a preschooler and all the other kids would make fun of you because you had cat ears and a tail.
you get out of bed and pull on a (fave color) sweater (that was way to big so it fit you like a dress) and (color/s) socks (with what ever design you wish) and began to make your way to the kitchen where you heard France and England fighting over who was going to cook breakfast this happens just about every morning so your used to it you walk over to the stove with a frying pan and begin to make (whatever breakfast is your fave) "oh good morning love" Arthur says noticing your there "morning" you say clearly upset from your dream "is something the matter ____?" Francis asks detecting your mood "N-no I-im okay" you say fighting back tears but failing ending your lie with sobs Arthur comes over and starts rubbing your head to calm you down " everything is going to be okay~" said Francis his French accent slightly heaver than usual.
