Hetalia Drabbles

Not perfect (FRUK)

Warning:mention of eating disorder all rights reserved to the original writer,angst.EDITED

I looked at myself in the mirror. My arms looked bony and fragile, my rib bones protruded. My legs so bony and weak its a wonder I'm still able to stand.

And why?

Because I was ugly; those hideous bushes in my face I called eyebrows, my angry ugly-colored eyes, and pathetic rats ness excuse for hair.

That was what had driven me into this, and by this I mean dangerous underweight. It had never been anorexia, I just thought that being skinny would make me look good.

But I had been wrong, so terribly wrong.

"Why do I have to be so bloody-"

"Perfect."

Strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me against a well-toned chest. The Frenchman held me tightly, protectively.

"I am not, you wanker," was my answer, a slight scowl on my face.

"To me, you are."

A gentle kiss was pressed into my hair and a small smile tugged onto my lips.