The Bottle and the French lover

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Hey everyone, its me Yuri
And I wanted to thank you about reading this fruk I hope you really like it!!!!!!! Three chapters In one part. My art sucks by the way so pls don't tell me again cause I allready know.-.- but enjoy~!!!!! Also it seems like a usuk thing up first so don't assume I tricked you ok. It's for effect. Also read the description before reading this it explains a lot.

Dear diary,

Today I had to go to another bloody meating with all those bloody idiots. So I tryed my best to ignore them up until the end of the meeting. Then I went to a restraunt and ate weird food. Not that it mattered anyway cause the only thing I can taste is tea...... Then I went back to my house and watched some british tv shows and now I'm going to bed.

Sincerely, Arthur Kirkland
*sigh*
This thing is so stupid. Why would anyone want to write down everything they do with their lives. I think its a hobby for wankers and twats like America.
My heart fluttered.
America...

Me and him are planning on going to the botanical gardens in his country on friday. 'Only a few more days'
Me and America have been close all our lives but I seem to have fallen for him after all these years of knowing him.
I looked at the calendar. Yup today's Wednesday so only 3 days left. I can't wait or us to go!!! My heart flutters ever time I think about Alfred. Even dirty thoughts pop up. The feeling in my chest swells and brings me slight pain.
'Stop it England you need to get a grip'
I snapped out of my hallucinations and went back to my paper work. I put the diary next to my colection bottle. I looked at It disappointed and uncomfortably. This is stupid bloody paperwork 24/bloody/7. A thought crossed my mind that I immediately   shot down.
" No he won't do it this time."
I said hopefully, we'll have a blast.
"Not this time for sure."
His little heart hovered in his hand then into his pocket. ( also if your lost you'll have to read the decription to understand. ~ teehehe ) Todays the day I'll have to meet up with Frog face, America and, um...... it was ......uuuuuum.....OH YEA canada right? Ok I have to get ready.
"Hello everyone it's time to start the meeting so every one sit down"
After four straight hours of listening to another meeting I stood up to leave. I turned around to say good bye to America and Canada when frog got in between us. 'Damn frog I want to see America' a disappointment fell over me.
"England! !!! Mon ami lets chat!"
What?
"What do you want to talk about bloody twat? Your wasting my time."

"Well...." He looked at me quickly than looked away. Urg. France America is leaving hurry this up. My heart pounded fast and I felt my face flush from embarrassment. These feeling must be because America is getting away!! Damn.Frog speaks in a low deep tone. His voice was somewhat husk.
"Do you have any plans on friday cause I was kinda staying at England for a while and-..."
"Sorry I have plans."
I feel kinda bad but not that bad so I'll tell him straight up I can't help him. It's the right thing to do. Right?
"Oh.....you do have plans? Sorry to bardge in on such short notice."
Should I really do that to him? Completly ignoring France hurt so bad I turned and told him.
"Well. I can help you on Saturday if you want. You'll still be there right?"
I guess France has a way of people feel really bad for him. Ass hat.
His face light up in an instant.
"Well yes of course! Thank you so much mon ami!!!!"
He turned to his BTT friends and ran off. Their an odd group to be honest. But I don't see how that affects me in any way. I started to walk home when I call from America. My face flushed for a second then I picked up the phone.
"Iggy!!! Iggy!!! Guess what? Guess what!?!?"
"What the bloody hell do you want?...."
".........."
".....what?"
"I love you~♡"
My heart skipped a beat for a second then he hung up. What was that.... My heart was beating uncotrollablyand loudly. It felt like my heart was going to explode. Wait a minute what if he breaks me again? What if he leaves me alone again? I took the little heart out of my pocket looked at it. Glowing a bright heathy red color. Ok. It's fine. I'm fine. What was I so worried about anyway. He won't hurt me I'm sure of it.
I love him

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