Hetalia One Shots

I hate you! Frog face! - FRUK part 2

Enjoy this random drawing of England I made XD

Days pass with nothing to look forward too, life was turning out to be quite bleak for England. He can barely remember the last time he actually spoke with something, sure, an allies meeting was coming up soon. Naturally, these meetings only brought chaos and extra stress and confusion. Things honestly seemed hopeless, times like these were when England wished his magical friends would come visit him again.

England slumped in his desk, he dropped his pencil and exhaled heavily. Suddenly, he felt two strong arms wrap around him, holding him in a tight embrace from behind. One of his friends must have come to visit him. He closed his eyes and took in the warmth of the body of the one holding him. It's funny how real his friends were, how was it that nobody else could see them? England sat up in his chair and leaned his head back, so he was resting his head on the visitor's chest. He opened his eyes slowly to see who was the one comforting him.

England flung himself out of the chair and found himself cornered in his own bedroom, the man closed in on him. It was that damn France! How dare that man try to sneak up on England like that! He continued to back up, but his back hit a wall. The Frenchman leant over the Englishman, a sympathetic expression was on his face. "Things are hard for you too, aren't they?" France asked. England's face flushed with anger. "You damn twit!" England yelled, "get out of my house!" France sighed, a small pout formed on his lips. "I'll make us some tea if you let me stay" France pleaded. England shook his head, "You are a guest after all. I'll go get some, go sit down" his voice had lost it's bitter quality, it was instead vulnerable. France nodded and walked out of the room.

There was a deathly silence in the living room, England stared awkwardly into his cup of tea. France decided it was time to break the silence.

"You're actually pretty nice sometimes, and kinda cool too" he said, smiling at his rival. England felt his cheeks go red, was it an act of hatred or an act of love? Who knows.

France had been continuing to visit England for a while now, surprisingly, his mood had improved a lot. Could England be warming up to France?

Find out next time :)