Sadly, I wasn’t able to make it to Angleterre’s for the Entente Cordiale. Else we would have done something. 

I’m going to bed for the night.

Je t’aime, Arthur.

Q: Arthur what is your first memory of Francis

Oh, wow, that was a long time ago—I may have to do a bit of thinking on this one. 

Millenniums ago, when I was a mere child born in an untamed land of savages; life was different as you can all imagine.

I was hiding, if I remember correctly, humans, animals, lord knows, there wasn’t much of a difference back in those days. I believe I was crying, ah yes, I was indeed. I remember wiping dirty hands over my eyes and only causing it to sting worse. 
Hiding within the thicket I had to wonder what sick twisted being could thrust person like myself into such an eternal damnation. I heard the sound of footsteps grow closer to my hiding spot and I felt genuinely terrified. Yet finally as the branches of my thicket started to be pushed away I felt my body trembling, as sun started to poke in I expected my end.

A voice, speaking in a tongue that would only be gibberish to others. “Hello—oh are you alone?” Never before had I been in such awe. An overwhelming sense of happiness filled my body, which only caused me to openly sob and weep. “What is wrong?” Long slender fingers reached down within the thicket, carefully grabbing me—he was so warm—pulling my small form into his chest. “It is going to be okay, do not cry.” 

Things get quite blurry after that. Like I said, it was ages ago, but that is my first memory of Francis. 

 

twinamericas asked:

France babe do you need a hug? -holds out his arms- England is a giant idiot. His awful cooking has muddled his brain if he thinks it's cool to leave you for your sister. Especially when you're clearly the better deal.

Just because I am mad at her does not give you permission to insult my sister.

Get out.

Text to; Francis

From; Arthur

So I heard you have been speaking with Russia.

I never knew you two were chums.


Text to; Angleterre

From; Francis

We have been friends for a while. Shows how much you pay attention.


Text to; Francis

From; Arthur

Hrm. Anyways, I have come to my own realizations and I will tell it to you myself.


Text to; Angleterre

From; Francis

….

I’m listening.


Text to; Francis

From; Arthur

You are a very catholic country, are you not? You believe that God does everything for a reason.

That canal that seperates us—the sea that seperates me from the world. God put it there for a reason too, did he not?

You are one of the hearts of Europe, booming full of life; culture; people. A social butterfly. You get along well with practically everyone.

I was born in isolationism, I was raised pawing at survival and I did it alone. I was used to it. Yet as I aged, as I accepted it, you—you came out of nowhere pestering my solitude.

I had never been happier before in my life.

We’ve fought for milliniums, we’ve grown and aged, you’ve continued to be that social butterfly that you are and you’ve gone so far. I am just a bitter old man who belongs in his isolation. Recent events only help secure the fact.

I am saying this is a clear sign you deserve much better than I, and I am so sorry for wasting your time.

———-

Arthur.

You are not a waste of my time.