FrUk one shots

Night terrors

(Just a note to everyone who's read this. THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENTS ABOUT MY CHOICE IN CALLING ROMEO AND JULIET A ROMANCE. I understand not everyone agrees but please just stop commenting on it. I don't want arguments. Thanks:)

"Good night, Angleterre." France said as he closed the door to England's room. Why France was there, neither of them knew. He just sorta... appeared, but no matter England was grateful for the company, not that he would ever admit it.

France closed England's bedroom door and walked down the long hallway, leading to the stairs. He placed a hand on the railing and walked down the stairs slowly, seeing the living room come into view. France wasn't tired so he just decided to read something.

England had a shelf of very good books and poetry, so France grabbed the closest one and began reading. Turns out that he was reading Romeo and Juliet, a classic and tragic love story. The book always brought France to tears, he didn't think that an English man could be that good at writing romance.

France heard some strange noise coming from upstairs and decided to see what it was. He closed his book and placed it on the table next to the couch he was sitting on. He stood up and walked up the stairs, trying to locate the noise.

England was thrashing about in his bed.

England's dream~~~~~
France and I were walking down a street in America, we were holding hands and both smiling. I truly think that I could never be more in love with him. We went to cross a street and weren't paying enough attention. I heard a screeching noise and felt a hard push on my chest, a crashing sound and a scream. did we just get hit by a car? everything went black. After a while I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on the road with people surrounding me, I was confused and didn't know what was going on. I lifted my head and saw France, lying there lifeless. My eyes widened in horror and I quickly scrambled up to my feet. I ran over to him and fell to my knees again, tears were streaming down my face and I lost it. I started sobbing uncontrollably into his chest and screamed "NO! You can't be dead dammit!
End of dream~~~~
"NO!" England screamed once more. France came running in and flung the door open. " What's wrong?" He asked. England looked up at him with wide eyes and tears streaming down his face. France gasped and ran over to him, wrapping his arms around him. "what's wrong?" He asked again. England sobbed into his shoulder "y-you were dead. y-you d-died right in front o-of m-m-me!" He cried out. France pulled him into his lap and rocked him back on forth "shhhh..it's okay. I'm not dead, see?" He said calming England down a little.

After a while England calmed down and was only shaking slightly. France went to pull away but stopped when England pulled him closer "Please, don't leave. You're all I have. Stay." England said softly like a frightened child. France smiled and nodded "okay, but go back to sleep Angleterre." he replied. England nodded and laid back down pulling France down with him. France chuckled softly and laid beside England, getting comfortable under the covers. England cuddled up beside him and nuzzled his face into France's chest, sighing softly.

England was almost asleep before whispering " I love you, Francis." France was shocked but couldn't help but smile. "I love you too, Angleterre." he whispered back and the last thing England felt before he fell asleep was a soft pair of lips place a gentle kiss on the top of his head.

(So there's the first one. I am so sorry if it sucked. criticism is welcome, but don't be too mean. it's my first time so please don't hate me if its terrible. Also suggestions are greatly appreciated as well...byeeeee >3<)