Immediate Marriage

Story.

"Where are you, Angleterre..."

That voice. That damned voice. That soft yet dangerous voice echoed through the Brit's room as Francis wandered around, trying to track down his love. Arthur couldn't do anything but keep his mouth shut, trying to keep himself from making too much noise as he cried and sobbed out of pure fear.

It was all normal up until a few weeks ago. It was when Arthur noticed that his irritable friend started to make moves on him. Of course, he tried to stay away from Francis as much as possible, as the Frenchman was really starting to get into his nerves.

Then, for god-knows-what reason, everyone started to avoid him. Whenever the blond approached one of his friends to talk about something or just to say hi, they would all go away in a rush. It was weird. The only info he got was from Feliciano. When Arthur found him, Feliciano was crying. He seems to be scared of something. Arthur asked why was he crying. And between the sobs and cries, the Brit couldn't make up anything his friend said, except for one single word.

Francis.

At that point he was extremely confused. Sure, Francis has been acting strange lately. But if what Feliciano said was true, what was the reason that everyone got scared of that frog? As far as he knows that damned frog is usually the one being scared, not the one scaring others.

But his confusion is cleared up when earlier this morning someone came to his house, grinning like a madman, wearing a wedding dress whilst holding a hatchet. And that someone was Francis himself.

Arthur was surprised, of course. Not because of the sudden visit but because of how Francis looks and acts in general. Bloodied wedding dress, a hatchet and that unsettling smile... He demanded an explanation. And what the Frenchman said to him sent him flying up the stairs and into his closet where he's currently hiding now.

"It's our marriage, Angleterre. I've cleared up everyone else."

And now here he is, being a sheep hunted down by a wolf. And this time, the wolf is hunting not because he was hungry, but because he wants-- no, needs the sheep's presence around him. It sounds sickening when it's worded that way, but really, what other words could interpret the intensity of this situation?

Arthur tensed up when he heard footsteps coming closer to his hiding spot. He put both of his palms on his mouth as a futile attempt to keep quiet and to avoid Francis from finding out his location. But it was all proven to be useless when a loud creak was heard and a blinding light shone into the dark insides of the closet.

"Je t'ai trouvé, ma douce Angleterre." Francis purred, striking fear into Arthur, who was still sitting in a curled up position. His eyes widened as he looked up to the man looming over him. The Brit was about to get up and run away when he felt Francis's arms picking him up and carrying him over his shoulder. He fought back, kicking and hitting the frog all over. Though, the male didn't flinch from the attacks, not even one bit.

He couldn't help but smile. The only thing in his mind is the marriage they're gonna attend soon.