[UKFr] If I Can Go Back...

Chapter 12: True Feelings

The ship’s crews were all busy; some were on the three masts, checking and watching if there’s weather changes or an enemy has been spotted.

So, his body’s slowly fading, huh? Don’t tell me he’s going to—

“Gwaaaaah!!” A shout stopped England’s thoughts from going on. His verdant hues grew in surprise, for that voice was coming from the upper deck—where he last saw France.

Immediately, the Englishman hung his thought in the air while he rushed off from his cabin. “What the hell is...?” His words were, once again, stopped when he saw France’s body slowly vanishing.

“E-England, what’s happening..?” asked the Frenchman with his tone covered in clear nervousness.

The Brit showed his heartless self and casually spoke to the other, as if they were just strangers who had randomly met in the road. “Ah, that? It’s going to send you back to your original time.”

“H-Huh? All of a sudden?”

“Don’t you want it? You’re going back. It’s a great opportunity.”

Mixed emotions gathered inside him, for he didn’t know how to react to something like this. Aside that it’s his first time to encounter such an event, panic was the strongest feeling he could sense. He would want to go back, but he wouldn’t just leave the captain alone. He was, as if, a filling for a two-faced sandwich.

England bit his lower lip sadly, trying his best to stop any tears from falling because it would be ‘unmanly’. “Hey.” The Briton called again, smiling at the other, while his green-as-nature orbs were onto the panicking French male.

The Frenchman, sort of, paused his little panic and glanced his sapphire hues towards the other male with a glaze of sadness. “W..What is it, England?” said the teen, not to mention that his lower body already vanished into thin air exactly like bubbles. “H-Hey, England. My lower hal—”

“Take... Take care of yourself once you get there.”

“What are you...?”

“I love you.”

France’s eyes widened in surprise, with his tears suddenly followed the path of his cheeks down to the ground, flopping themselves there. “Eng...”

The Briton approached the vanishing Frenchman and delivered a kiss onto his lips. Tears rushed down, as the two savoured that passionate kiss.

“Eng..la...” France was unable to complete England’s name, since he fully disappeared right before his verdant orbs. The captain looked at the vivid-as-the-water sky; tears were released off from his rugged eyes. “You really are stupid...” He mumbled.

A crew approached him, asking where the ‘little girl’ was. In return, England flashed his grin back to his lips and ordered them to take Northwest from where they were. He grinned, for he knew that France was about to meet the present him.

2013 A.D.

To his surprise, his hues noticed nothing but the usual surroundings he always sees, informing him that he was already in his time. A forlorn immediately went on the Parisian’s lips as he silently thought about the pirate and his words about loving him. “I love you.” Those three words continued to echo in his mind, only to get all depressed because he was unable to answer those, or even express what he really felt for him before he totally vanished. If he hadn’t just panicked...

The present England rushed off from his room, turned left and saw the French chap standing at the door in a frown. But that sadness was wiped away; surprise was in his facial expression. A sigh was let out from the Brit’s lips; his right hand was leaning on his waist in an acute angle. “Hey, frog. You really do look stupid.”