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Oneshot 12.1 - FrUs - Je T'aime

A/N: For my little sister Ooptheregoesmysanity

The theme of this chapter has something to do with Hanahaki disease, which is a disease where the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

The one with this disease will be France. We are still using country names.

You know how hard it is to write seriously when you're used to writing really happy shiz? Very hard.
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It was like a fairy tail. France usually thought nowadays. He met someone incredibly handsome and he fell in love in an instant. Not for their looks but for their personality.

This love that he had for this person was way too big. He adored them, cherished them, loved them. But...who was them?

America. Or Alfred F. Jones.

France could remember the day he fell in love. It was after a meeting. His lover at the time England, or Arthur Kirkland pulled him aside. He said something that left Francis in tears.

"I'm breaking up with you. I felt pity that you even somewhat liked me. Don't try to get back together with me frog. Goodbye." Arthur turned around and left, not looking back at the sobbing form of Francis.

He had left France there. In tears. He didn't hear what he just heard right? Did Arthur truly not love him enough? Did he just really pretend to be in love with him for months? His heart shattered at the thought and more tears fell from his eyes. That's when...he came.

"France? Dude? Are you okay?" The American asked France with concern lacing his gaze.

France quickly wiped his tears to the best of his ability and got up off the floor, dusting his suit.

"Non non I'm fine!" America furrowed his eyebrows.

"Dude don't lie to me. I know you've been crying. It was Arthur wasn't it?"
France was shocked.

"How did you-" France started but was interrupted by America.

"The damn limey tried to cheat on you with me. He said something along the lines of 'blah blah blah, America I've always loved you more than that frog blah blah let me fuck you blah blah I'll break up with him for you." America said frowning the whole time.

France was quite angry. Somewhat at America and mostly at Britan.

'A relationship is built on trust yet Arthur had been breaking mine. And he runs to America of all people? Sure it's not America's fault that he's attractive-' He quickly shot his thoughts down.

'Did I just call America attractive in my own mind?'

"Anyways- wait are you okay?" America asked. France realized he had been silently crying for the past minute and a half. He sighed and started wiping his tears.

"Non...I'm not fine..." France gasped when he felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around him. France felt..safe and secure in these arms, while Arthur's held some sort of venom he wasn't aware of at the time.

"It's okay dude. You don't need to think about the limey anymore. I'll be your best friend from now on!"

And that's when their friendship had started. And that's when France's disease had started to bloom.