France's Daughter // Hetalia

Chapter Nineteen- You're a Mystery

Charlotte (Charlie, Lottie) 

10AM

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I've been awake two hours now. I wish I could say I was on my phone, but it's is in the other room. That'd be far less creepy than just staring at Kiku's sleeping face in front of me. His arms are stiff to his side, and I wonder if I should fix them. He'll have cramps when he wakes up. Feliciano and Ludwig have no problem snuggling up together- it's sweet and practical. Gives me more room. 

I very methodically place my hand on Kiku's arm. He shifts a bit, his nose scrunching, but soon he's back to his heavy, sleepy breathing. Slowly, as if I'm handling a bomb, I place his hand on my hip, his elbow relaxing in the process. I squint, awaiting his nervous screeching and apologies, but only silence greets me. 

Thank. God.

I open my eyes once more, and start to stare at his face again. His skin is so pale and baby smooth... Not a single fleck of acne in sight. He smells nice too.. Not cologne nice, but flower nice. Cherry Blossom, I believe it's called. Is that his natural scent? Feli normally smells like garlic, and Ludwig.. he smells like wicker, of all things. After working out he sometimes smells of a woodshop, but normally it's just wicker.

I wonder what my natural scent is. Do I even have one? Ah... just laying here is making me bored. I'm even having boring thoughts. I don't like being boring. Perhaps I should just go back to sleep. I'm good at that. I sigh peacefully.

If Ludwig wakes me up to do drill training, I'm going back to Paris, whether Dad wants me to or not.

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France (Francis)

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I stare at the Sleeping Beauty before me, and wonder if it's worth waking him up. If I do, he'll go back to daytime England. I like nighttime England. Nighttime England climbs into your bed at Midnight and cuddles with you. He's affectionate, brave, and dare I say cute. He doesn't yell at you for actions he initiates, and he doesn't throw unnecessary insults. 

Daytime England is just a prick. 

I sigh happily, and finger a strand of his messy, bleach blonde hair. I want to see his eyes- I want to see those kind, emerald green eyes that make me swoon upon impact, but I swear, if he wakes up right now, I'll cry. 

Merde. Perhaps I've jinxed myself, because now, this stubborn, bratty, hot headed bastard is opening his eyes. I try not to make any sudden movements- I keep my hand on his cheek... And when his eyes meet mine- He doesn't move. He stares at me, like a kitten before pouncing.. but he doesn't move a muscle. Neither do I. 

It's odd though.. he's not even blushing. Ah.. he's leaning in. Closer.. Even closer.. Mon dieu, is he going to kiss me?

I should lean in too. I should savor this once in a blue moon opportunity, and cherish those sickly sweet lips against mine- but I can't. Every second makes my heart pound harder, and when I pull myself away, I can see the heartbreak in his eyes. It's for the best. 

I don't know why he's doing this. I can't understand him anymore- One second we're at each other's throats, the next, he's snuggling up to me like I'm the only thing he cares about. I can't stand being toyed with. He doesn't factor in my feelings- he only cares about how he feels! All I am to him is a punching bag masked as a sex toy. 

...But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the chase. There has to be something there.. He has to be attracted to me in someway or another. Our flourishing love is so delicate. One clumsy mistake, and everything I've worked towards will shatter. 

He needs to decide. 

"Angleterre, do you love me?", I ask quietly, lacing my fingers between his.

He pulls his hand back quickly, and stares at me as if I had just asked him if he had twelve toes. Then again, he always looks at me like that. The harshness of his features throws me for a loop, though. He looked so peaceful before.. Dieu, why did I have to go and mess it all up? No, no. I have to stay calm. 

I have to look the beast in the eye.

"Why would you ask me such nonsense?", He hisses, quickly scrambling out of bed as to cover the fact that he was there in the first place. 

I don't have the energy to retaliate. After that reaction, I don't even have the energy to move. I feel.. crushed. The fact that he can stand there and act like he hates the thought of us together is disgusting. He's a sociopath.. I can't believe I ever thought we could be more! Serves me right for falling in love again.

No. I'm not in love with him. 

I hate him.

"Close the door on your way out", I mumble, sitting up slowly. 

He looks taken aback, but I'm not sure why. What else was he expecting? I'm done chasing him.. I'm done making a fool of myself. If he wants me, he's going to have to prove it. I need time to grieve.

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Charlotte (Charlie, Lottie)

11AM

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My phone rang. It rang from the other room, and the sound echoed throughout the hallway, and somehow woke up Feliciano. The noise prompted him to shoot up screaming and crying, which woke Ludwig up. In response, Lud whipped out the pistol underneath his pillow, and shot at the wall, which woke up Kiku. 

And once Kiku realized his hand was on my hip, any chance for peace was over. He let out a shrieking yelp, tumbling off the bed with so much force I thought he had broken something. Ludwig let out more shots at the wall, at the door, which just scared Feli more. 

And here I am now, watching the chaos slowly die down, and pinching my temple to keep the migraine bubbling in my skull in check. Ludwig seems embarrassed to have lost his cool so easily, and I'm not even sure where Feli went. I sigh deeply, and look over the mattress to see Kiku still on the floor, in a stress induced shock. 

"Are you done!?", I scream, the ringing finally ceasing. "It's just my phone!!"

I storm out of the room, careful not to step on Kiku in the process, and swipe my phone from the nightstand.

 Missed call from Alfred. 

I feel a pang of disappointment, but it's not like I don't want to talk to Al. I just.. thought that maybe Papa would've called by now. How long do I have to stay here? If I can just prove to Papa that Bryce has changed, I can go home. I just need to figure out how..

Ah, I wonder how Arthur is doing.