Buzz Lightyear Birthday Cake

Mon amour

Title: Mon amour
Series: Axis Power Hetalia
Gender: Romance, hurt / comfort, fluff.
Author: ltprongs
Rating: T
Couples: FranciaxReino Kingdom / FrancisxArthur (Fruk)
Chapters: unique.
Characters: United Kingdom, France, the United States.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Like every July 4, UK attends the nearest pub to deal with the date as a good Irishman. What is different? This time, no call from the U.S. and France late.
Note: to tkcuervos was his idea. I just wrote it, but of course, had to put on my own. Gomen ne!

If there was a date which greatly annoyed the United Kingdom, was undoubtedly the 4th of July. Yes, that fateful reminder of past pains and defeats, territories and lost brothers, year after year, decade after decade, was trying to do more than a day normal. Just another cloudy day, gray, would happen only with a bit more apathetic than usual frustracióny up, which would erase from his mind drunk, but just drowning in alcohol nightfall.

More than two centuries later, he still looked every drink as much or more bitter than the last.

- Courage, master! - Tried in vain to cheer her only hardcore companies. These invisible and private that no one else seemed to see - one day only one day, twenty four hours. Only a few more, and will finished.
- Yes - agreed, darkly eyeing his watch. And spent ten. Loudly leaving his empty glass of whiskey on the bar, gestured to the bartender to fill it by a number that neither was counting - but he has not called. He has not called!

The fairy flitted nervously talking just about his head and then take a look at the bar, obviously looking for someone else tangible that could comfort his master, who had to enough reason to be disconsolate.

After all, was the first year since the former Treaty of Independence United States that the question has not deigned to call and say hello to his 'father' to thank a very unpleasant way, but giving it to the end.

- I firmly believe we should call to France - said a pixie, based on one of the many empty glasses and cups around the blond.
- What a splendid idea! - Held a miniature magician, to thereupon deal it a good shovel to the head - Do you forget that France does not see us or shade?! Inept! See if you say something useful for once! Do not see the state it is the poor?
- Basta! - Silenced a druid, it was effectively a single word uttered in a voice from beyond the grave by hooded like - This is not in our hands. Someone will have to realize the situacióny save the United Kingdom of alcoholic coma. Not depend on us.
- Oh, we're doomed - the elf muttered, taking off the way of another vessel already used.

***

A very different picture around the U.S. in her day, with a starry sky streaked spotless being the best and most elaborate fireworks of all colors, shapes and sizes imaginable. Provided, of course, referring to what was taking place: the beautiful and well deserved freedom!

- Ah, I think now comes - fascinated Alfred murmured, hands on hips and smirk on his face before he broke one in the form of the flag of France - Thank you, brother, your weapons were vital for my victory! I greet you from the distance ...!
- Sir, you have a call - he interrupted one of his assistants, holding out a phone that was flashing.
- Yes?
- Happy Birthday, United States mon cher! Very nice gesture, indeed, I am moved. Merci!
- De nothing, nothing - pleased, Alfred suddenly seemed to remember something - are you watching everything on television? I thought this day we were spending with the United Kingdom provided that he does not look apetecería.
- That idiot sure is getting drunk somewhere, why should I go to care? Always the same - thought, with a hint of guilt. The American was not far from the truth, it was almost a tradition to accompany his former employer in this country date - I changed my routine today. Called him safe, how was he?
- Oh, I was right! I mean, as usual. Eh ... more. Rather, I have not the faintest idea - completed in his head, unfinished understand the unease I felt about it - wait a minute, please , France.

Plugging the tube beckoned to Tony, his faithful follower no Earthman, to come and refresh your memory. The alien came almost completely covered with flags, bandanas and a host of different items, all featuring the American flag proudly stamped.

- Tonny, "I called the UK this year? For some reason, can not remember ... I think so. What?

Skirting head gracefully, the alien looked at him with her big eyes for an estimated range that Alfred had been taken to think about your question.

- That fucking limey I do not like anything. To hang their pains in the neck, how well we come - engineered, knowing full well that the call this year had not taken place and issuing his trademark sounds to give- the-reason-at-large United States.

- Ah, I knew. I am never wrong - laughing, patted the creature cariñoa before returning the phone - Sorry for the delay, France! United Kingdom was good, yes. You know that today is a day ... delicate.
- Oui, I know - just the nail biting his thumb, he decided to do what his instinct was screaming - I gotta go, you continue to enjoy your day, the United States. Will be to another, au revoir!
- Bye bye! Thank you for calling, France!

just hung up, Francis became a whirlwind of hands that opened and closed drawers, which doubled and redoubled expensive designer suits exclusively for them into a small suitcase and closed at the same time it revised the hair in the mirror before heading out the door. It had everything: fashion in the bag and the class that he aportaríaa each set and enhanced by the brightness and softness of blonde waves.

***

- Really, I should not drink more - dare to comment on the bartender while reluctantly filled another glass of Martini. The whiskey was time it was over, and that English is not stopped. Sucked like a sponge.
- Really, I think we should simply do their damn work and serve me my damn drink - Arthur contemptuously imitated with a pair of trim, giving it a dark look at man then broach accent so strong that it bordered on the unintelligible - Bloody idiot. Mind your own business.

magical voices of friends and not reached there in the place where the alcohol had dragged. An audible sound was just there in the midst of that loneliness could no longer deny, one at each beat was more eager to silence.

After all, who would miss the insipid and formal UK? Even the United States, who had taught so many things, she remembered him. In all his years, had failed to do even one thing to be valued.

not deserve it maybe.

not deserve it, I knew. The bottom of the last drink you had just said.

was pathetic.

- Ah, love - whimpered a nymph, with a hand shaking her shoulder disembodied - Please do not leave like that! We want it!
- Hey! It is France, France has come! - Muted applause to the ears of newcomers filled the environment, that Arthur was only a distant murmur, indecipherable.
- Excusez-moi - in fact, Francis was there in all its glory, suitcase in hand and gallant smile in place, women were present or not - has not come here a drunk who seems to be unbearable a liver of steel? Rubio, costume, prominent eyebrows ...
- Yes, it's right there - pointing to a corner of the bar, the bartender said - been here all night.

sigh of relief, wine country occupied the vacant place next to the English that seemed lost in soul and body into the empty glass he watched with glassy eyes almost more than the material it was made.

- Bonjour! - greeted, getting nothing more than a blink in response. Opted for a more aggressive tactics. Call as a woman never failed - What is the problem, ma cherie ? Does the United States has said it will fine without you again? You have to admit that it is.

knew that something was seriously wrong when only got silence. Then another flash. Then a single tear.

Certainly that was very different and much more moisture than cold shut up, bastard they envisioned.

accommodates the neck of her thin shirt, nervous about the seriousness of the situacióny their ignorance of how to deal with. He felt several drops without too much sweat sliding down his temples grace.

What should I do? "Asking more drinks, watch it sink to the bottom and then upload it to your house and pretend I had not seen anything? "Comfort him, apologize for the delay? Tell him to France, the UK was irreplaceable? What I felt, drinking habits and lack of taste in food included?

Merde. I do not know.

- UK! - Shouted enthusiastically, as if his interlocutor was perfectly fine - so good to see you! Sorry for the delay, my boss and I had unfinished business. But I'm free, and came to see you, mon cher .

Arthur seemed to observe it sideways for a moment, then re-focus on the bottom of his glass. It was hard to tell, maybe just the light had raised no particular reason.

- France, your older brother is here with you - continued to insist, waiting to be heard - We're not going to ignore me, do you? I know you can hear me. Or so I believe.

Five minutes and a host of similar attempts later, took his defeat and stood up. Went outside, flagged down a taxi and after leaving his luggage in the trunk, returned by a much heavier pack and drunk.

What inanimate object, the Blonde got carried away, sitting meekly in the back seat. Sighing and making English instead pushing his hip, Francis closed the door and told the driver the address of the hotel where he would stay. After some thought, surrounded the trembling figure of his friend with one arm, position the head on his shoulder.

nose slightly pursed. By God, it stank of alcohol. More than drunk, looked like it was bathed in it.

- Do not worry, your big brother will take care of - he said softly, resting his chin in the short blond hair, drowning in guilt such as the UK it was in ethanol.

graciously thought she would feel better if I asked a couple of drinks to your room, while undressed into English until he was only in shirt and underwear. Urged him to get between the sheets and lay his head in three fluffy pillows before going to fill a jug with water and bring a small trash.

- What happened to you to put it? - Wondered aloud, mass itself than the other, biting her lower lip in frustration - can not be so only because I went with you as usual. That would be ...

He frowned. Was not an appropriate word. Neither in French nor in English nor in any language he knew. Perhaps child and absurd cover a partial idea of what made him think possible. And although not related at all with previous suspect seemed to him much more fair.

- Both Miss me? - Just laughed. If another situation that would have raised even more the ego, at that time all I wanted was to have been less negligible.

Dejected, he went to bed beside him, drawing him to himself until he had to reach his forehead and placed a chaste kiss on her. I did not know exactly why he needed all of a sudden these demonstrations of affection, but I did feel calmer.

In fact, were all that remained. The words were useless.

Through the mist which occupied his mind, Arthur felt a warmth known and unknown at a time. Known because he knew its source, because he had never known able to experience it as a short distance and felt like new. It was, for him. Different, but welcome awaited did not know for how long. Took refuge there, settling his head on silky smooth, his nostrils filled with the delicate scent of romance and distant land, land that kissed his hands and then lunges to the back. Deep breath, clinging to the idea that the land did not appear and so inaccessible. The idea that these lands had been warm but treacherous to exile loneliness, at least for now finite.

A touch soft and wet on his forehead just got barely open eyes, blurred vision does not give any details need to recognize the figure on which rested his battered humanity.

- France - delivered with raspy voice. A few seconds after slight movements had a cold glass touching his lips. Separated, taking lazy sips water.
- How do you feel?
- I do not know - he admitted, closing again supporting the eyes and cheek on his chest. I was afraid that France will spare him shake it off and leave, yet could not keep quiet - do not want to feel. I do not want to be. I just want ...
- What? What, mon cher ? - Vehemently asked the foreign country - Is there anything I can do to help?

just want to be here with you as well. Is it too much to ask? I know it is.

- Whatever, please mon amou -

Opening his eyes wide, France is terrified at his slip of tongue, but finally understand why he , has chosen the term and above all why he felt so himself, how he had come so easily from her mouth to go to someone who was the opposite in every way to I used to call it.

Love Was that the food of the atrocious guilt feel?

- Whatever it is - repeated, blushing - I want to help, United Kingdom. What I can do for you?
- What is ...? - Babbling, English is not decided how to ask - How can you call me? If you have been a prank, France, want you to go. You go and never come back.

that you'll leave and forget about today and all the yesterdays we share, because you can not play with this. Not with this.

He sat up in bed to give emphasis to what just said. Shivering to lose heat in which he had been protected, but noted the frank challenge, using his pride to shield his weakness and feelings. I'd seen enough broken and feel pity, self-sufficient.

- This is my room.
- Good. I will go myself.

Motor coordination would surely have been very useful to get dressed quickly, or even to get dressed. If distinguished shirt pants to his brain as or represented a more complicated task to solve a quantum physics problem decoding the order in which the first was buttoning. The frustration did not help her tears and could feel started to run down his face without being able to do much against them, rather than clean them angry. Fed up, put on his shoes and resolved out as it was, his dignity after all a thing of the past.

was startled, feeling her cheeks dry thin fingers. She stared at the blue in front of him, not knowing how to interpret the situation. Never been good at reading the environment. That probably explains why the U.S. was neither. Remember the American just got let out a sob and I would run away.

- Wait - was prevented by France, seizing Stay an arm, mon amour , I ask. Explain what happens, I can not, but it sure is not a joke. Believe me.

Arthur shuddered, recognizing the touch of those lips felt before in his forehead on the back of your hand. By nature, kitsch is made repulsive, but there was no way to associate Francis with revulsion at the moment. Because he was just the opposite, because he adopted an air of pretentiousness and intoxicating graceful, magnetic, impossible to hate.

- Why were you so late? - Scolded him, almost suffocating in a loose embrace. He closed his eyes - Why did you forget about me?
- sorry - he apologized the leading man, clasping his arms and leading them without noticing them back to bed. Fall asleep at any time, could swear - I never told you, but I hate the 4th of July.
- You? Why?
- You keep talking about U.S. - ceñoy wrinkling his nose in disgust, he said - not fair, I who always support you! You should talk to me! From the magnificent, benevolent, beautiful country that is France!

He laughed in his throat numb mutated into a kind of purring, the UK was allowed to lay without resistance, but without releasing either.

- I do not need to know all that cocky bastard - he muttered, snuggling next to France, which had come to occupy its former position in the bed.
- certainly not - the aforementioned admitted, smiling - but would hear it in your mouth delicious.
- Maybe when you really deserve the compliments.
- Are you implying that I am unworthy of them now, mon amour ? - Feverish kissing his temple, he was distracted lacing his fingers in the English short hair - That's almost an insult.
- Almost - remarked, curving his lips just before giving a little kiss on hers, just a touch - Gánatelos and talk.
- I will.

assumed that kisses should also make a true and loving denomination you.

knew he deserved.