SINCE I HAVE RECENTLY REGAINED CONFIDENCE IN MY WRITING, I would like to share with you the beginning of a Hetalia fanfiction I have been writing. It’s going to be a FACE fanfic, but a tad bit dark. By the way, Cecilia is France. I just think that would be her name.
Cecilia’s eyes widened at the scene playing out in front of her. Everything around her seemed to slow down and dull as adrenaline pulsed throughout her veins. The shooter’s face was covered, as was the face of the woman he was about to murder. Cecilia barely heard the screams around her, pulling away from the hand that was holding her back. She had no idea how she managed to get in front of the gunman in time.
“Cecilia!” Arthur yelled. This couldn’t be happening, no, it wasn’t real… Matheu and Alfred were the first to start moving, the latter tackling the masked man. Sirens blared, snapping the Englishman out of his daze. His feet pounded the pavement, and his knees grazed the ground next to the bleeding Frenchwoman. How could she still manage to smile?A strange sensation pooled in Cecilia’s abdomen. Matheu and Arthur spoke to her frantically in an odd mixture of French and English. The blonde woman smiled at the looks on their faces, almost laughing at how the edges started to blur… Why did they look so distraught? She was fine… The bullet missed, right? It must’ve… But then, why couldn’t she move? That’s what didn’t seem to make sense. A warm pair of hands cupped her face, and an urgent slew of words washed over her. The air around her seemed to warm up, and the last thing she focused on was a distraught pair of green eyes.
For my bestie. France x fem!England, one of her favorite forms of her OTP, FrUK.
I actually drew this in her sketchbook, but I thought it came out pretty nice so I took a pic of it to post it here =v=
“You just need to love again” Francis said. This made Alice stop in her track. She looked back at him, no, not looked, but glared.
“I need to love?” She asked in harsh tone. “I need to love?” She repeated, “again?”
“Yes, it’s as I say, you just need to go and find love again, and maybe you wouldn’t be this mess of-“
“Who the hell are you to go and tell me that I need to love again??” Alice asked, cutting the Frenchman off. “Who the hell are you to go and so call ‘speak for everyone’ about my bloody love life?” She couldn’t believe Francis. How dare he suggest that she should love again? It’s been 8 years since their break up, 8 painful years of trying to forget his words and their moments, which were shattered by an argument that lasted for a month, and the words “I know that I’d be happier without you”. 8 years since Francis and Jean began to go out. 8 years since the last time Alice has seen Francis’ face.
”HOW DARE YOU??” she asked, raising her voice and turning to face him. “How dare you barge in my workshop, and tell me that I should love again when you were the idiot that took the idea of love, snatched it, filled it, then threw it on the ground and crush it with your words eight years ago-“
“Our point exactly, it has been 8 years ago Alice, it’s time to let go and move on to another man-“
“Who the hell are you exactly speaking for?? You and Jean? You think that I’m going to ruin your relationship or your wedding??? let’s not forget Francis, you were the one who walked through my business door with her, looking for a wedding gown and dresses for the bridesmaid and someone to help plan it!” She yelled. “AND ANOTHER MAN???” The thought made her laugh. “HOW CAN I POSSIBLY TRUST ANOTHER MAN OR WOMAN AFTER THE CRAP YOU PULLED???”
“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON YOU”
“NO. YOU’RE RIGHT. YOU DIDN’T CHEAT ON ME FRANCIS, BUT WHAT YOU DID WAS SECOND ON THAT LIST OF THINGS YOU SHOULDN’T DO IN A RELATIONSHIP” Francis sighed. He might as well listen to her now that he has got her all riled up. “What would that be?” he asked as he sat down. This offended Alice even more.
“You gave up” she said. This caught Francis off guard. “You gave up” she repeated. “The first time we met again, after being separated in middle school, you said that when you looked into my eyes you saw that they were broken. That it became your mission to help ‘fix ’ that. To make me happy again. It crushed you to find out that you partially the cause of why I had such eyes, but you grew even more determined to make me happy.” She paused, making sure that her voice did not crack and that her tears would stay on the edge of her eyes, not daring to drop. “That was senior year of high school, before it ended you asked me out.” she stopped, trying not think too much about the moments they had. “you supported me, I supported you, you and I argued, but we would be sure to make up and the happiness would ensue…” She paused as she let out a sigh. “Then college came, you and I went to different colleges, but you said that we’d make it work, I believed you, I really believed you, so I worked hard to make it work too”
“But it didn’t” Francis said. “And that’s why you should just-“
“When we declare our love for each other, I would say ‘I love you’ and you would say that ‘you love me more’, I would ask you if you were so sure and you would reply with a yes and tight hug. But I really doubted your words you know. Because everytime we argued, you would be the first to give up and think about breaking up. Does that make sense? For someone to declare that they love more than their respected partner but they are the first to think about giving up and ending the relationship. I began to question it, but I minded it off, thinking that we can fix it, because I wanted our relationship to work. Then that argument that lasted for a month. I was stressed too you know. Not that you would’ve known, you never bother to asked how I felt, but I thought that we could push through it and come out stronger, but no. No. You gave up. You just gave up. Your promises about being together, getting married, raising our children together, all shattered.”
“Just because I couldn’t keep it-“
“No.” Alice interrupted. “You knew me Francis, you knew that I didn’t like to plan so far ahead why my personal life, specially when it concerned marriage and children, but you disregarded that and made me believed that I will marry you and that we would have kids together” she stopped. “I was a fool for that” she was silent, but her anger came back. “You said that you could be happier without me, did you know what that did to me??? Thank God that I do not dare mar my arms or body with cuts, or drugs, but do you know what that did to me?? mentally?? emotionally? IT BROKE ME EVEN MORE. AT THAT MOMENT YOU WERE WORST THAN MY BROTHERS.” Francis hated the thought. To be worst than Alice’s brothers meant that he did scar her, but the different with her brothers and him was that they were there for her when they made her cry, they would comfort her and apologized. What did he do at the end of their relationship? left and couple of months later, him and Jean began to date, and now he’s asking the girl that he once loved to help plan their wedding. ‘She must be thinking that she’s the one who’se suppose to be next to me, at the altar, at the cake tasting, at-’ his thoughts were brought to a stop when Alice began to yell again. “THE ONLY THING THAT KEPT ME GOING WAS PETER. I NEEDED TO PROVIDE FOR HIM, WHILE MY BROTHERS TRY TO PROVIDE AND HELP PAY OFF THE HOSPITAL BILLS THAT WE’RE STILL GETTING. AND YOU TELL ME TO GO AND FIND SOMEONE THAT CAN MAKE ME HAPPY?? I DON’T WANT TO. NOT AFTER THE BULLSHIT THAT YOU PULLED.” she stopped when her cell began to ring. She stopped and turned away. “This is the last time I’m spending alone time with you and seeing you again. Congratulations on your engagement and wedding, may you be blessed with happiness” Alice said as she left the room and called one of her assistants.
‘You really think that we’ll be together forever?’ Alice asked as she hugged Francis. Francis covered her with the blanket and kissed her forehead.
‘of course, nothing can tear us apart, I mean it, we’ll have a family! A family that loves each other, we’ll be so happy and you wouldn’t feel so alone, not anymore’
‘That’s a nice thought.’ Alice said. “Hey Francis…”
‘hm??’
‘I love you’ she said as she smiled at him.
‘No, I love you more’ he said as he hugged her closer to him. If only he kept his gaze on her eyes would he see the worry in them.
“Francis!” Jean said as she walked through the door with her little sister. This caught Francis off guard. “Why are you crying??!?!” Jean asked as she rushed to him. He couldn’t find any words, but pulled Jean closer to him. “I love you” he whispered. He hugged her tighter. “thank you” he finished. ‘We can make this work’ a voice whispered in his head.
