When the world comes crashing down {WIP} |COUNTRY HUMANS|

FrUK's story (the shit version)

MOST OF THIS ISN'T CANON ANYMORE SO LIKE, JUST IGNORE IT BABE

France p.o.v

"How could I love you?!"

I stood there, dumb struck. He was right. How could he love me? Years of anguish between us has destroyed our people, and after him kicking me out, seriously why would I think that we were on good terms? Why did I think that him helping me win The Great War meant that he liked me? So why now, 21 years after, would I ask him.

"I'm sorry UK, I just thought that-"

"Well, France, you thought wrong."

He stared at me, with a dull look. He lost his spark after that war. It seriously took a toll on the both of us, and you could tell he was tired. I couldn't forgive myself for what I did to him, and I guess he couldn't forgive me either.

Flashback
He stared at me, rage on his face. We were both bloody, beaten up, and angry, but his eyes, his bright blue eyes were the things that shone the most. They shone with sadness, a weakness I hadn't seen before. He coughed blood all over me, leading me to stare down at the mess we created. My sword was in his chest, blood was all over us, and we didn't know who's it was. We both fell to our knees, with me still holding the handle as we went down. With his eyes glazing over, I realised that I didn't want him to die. This stupid feud that we had was pointless, and I realised that his life was more important than my greed. A few tears escaped my eyes, and with a flicker of sadness before rage, he stabbed me in the stomach with his sword. I immediately coughed up blood, feeling it dribble down my chin. He cupped my head with his free hand as we sat there, crying, waiting. He pulled the sword out of his torso and stood up first. He towered over me, and took his sword from my stomach. He then limped away, clearly showing he was in pain. He didn't even say a word to me, and from there I decided that he had won.
Flashback over

I thought to myself that maybe he still had the scar, I sure did, and that he still was bitter about it to this day. I wondered.

"I- ok. But we do need to talk about the state of Poland, and Berlin. Set personal issues aside." I said, resisting the urge to press on with why he hated me.

UK's p.o.v

"Of course, but please, don't let this get in the way of what we've built. Now-"

I continue with my plans, and tell France everything I've thought out. Germany was advancing, and we needed a plan, and soon. But I kept getting distracted. His face, it was so defeated. Maybe I should put the past behind us? I could tell he really meant it, and he just looked so- lost. I guess he was expecting me to run into his arms. Obviously not. Especially with our history, I mean we only just became friends, after a horrible break-up. Before that lovers, and before that enemies. This friendship was a very raw thing, and seeing this side of France, the non- arrogant, narcissistic and annoying side was nice, for a change. Instead of butting heads all the time, maybe it could work this time. But, alas, with just my luck, he was gone before I came to this conclusion.

Time skip
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I couldn't bare it. Running down a cold alleyway, my shoes clicking on the cobblestone  path. It was raining, like usual, the sound of gravel under my feet was usually calming to me, but more sounds like a death sentence. 1 year ago he told me he loved me. If only I had said I loved him back maybe he would've had the strength to fight Germany off. Germany invaded France, meaning that France was beaten up, and dying somewhere. My speed got faster, and soon instead of speed walking I was running, trying to make it before he was killed. I turned a corner and saw him laying there, Germany standing over him. Well, it wasn't Germany, not the Germany I knew anyways. His father had him doing jobs I don't even think he wanted to do. But he really was so loyal to Nazi, and was so brainwashed by him, it was crazy to see him so differently. I fought him off and helped France up, he stared at me with a look of sadness and thankfulness, and took him back to my house.

He fainted on my couch as I cleaned his wounds, brushing over the deep gash mark in his stomach. It was old, unlike the new raw ones, and knew exactly who did it. It was just like mine. A stab wound we will never get rid of.

"You're looking at my abs?" He weakly says smirking.

"No you nutter, I'm cleaning you up. Now stop making that face and let me help you."

"Thank you UK, really, thank you."

He looked at me with such love in his eyes I blushed, and looked back at his stomach to continue my job. He just smiled at me and blushed as well. Maybe, we could give it a try.

Time skip
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Counties don't need a partner to have children, they're more gained, like adopted. So by the time that France moved in again, I had my 3 boys. Canada, America, Australia and my girl New Zealand. Canada was raised by France alongside me up until the age of 17, so Canada was very keen that France moved back in with me. But he's moved out now. Moved out a while ago. America was also raised by France until the age of 18, and America is still close with him to this day, but America moved out as well, as France should know, because that's why he moved out in the first place. He helped America win freedom against me, and move out. A big mistake if you ask me, because as we speak, he's having a big staring contest with Russia and China. Honestly, he really thinks he is everything in the world. Reminds me a lot of when France and I were younger. Australia only knew France briefly, because by the time Australia was adopted, France and America were already out, and Australia still lives with me, so it's nice seeing them bond all over again. New Zealand is pretty calm no matter what, so it wasn't that big a deal for her, and got quite comfortable quite quickly with him being back in the house. Well, New Zealand is 18 now, and Australia 20, so they aren't at the house much anymore. But with America being 26 and Canada being 25, they're starting to miss home. So we are seeing them every Sunday for dinner at the moment which is nice. It's great to have France back again. To hear him call me "mon amour". I missed it, more than I can admit. I love my family.

Hey! Thanks for reading this chapter! By the way, countries age slowly, like really slowly. So they broke up like 163 years ago if you think of the real historical date, and they know that, but measuring time as in age for them is timed by the age that they look if that makes sense. It probably doesn't.
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