[ I actually didn't like this fanfic as much as the PruCan. This one was supposed to be sad, but I don't think I did that. I tried, though. ]
Setting: Just before the end of the Revolutionary War.
Rated: T for language.
Pairings: FrUk.
Warning: Be prepared for some sadness. [ This one didn't make me cry at all.. Which is weird. ] Also, the characters are quite a bit OC. At least Arthur is.
Time Taken: 35 minutes.
England let out a small sigh. He had been so stressed with Alfred. The colonists were getting out of hand! Arthur had been winning many battles, but as of recently, he had been losing more.
But it didn't worry him. After all, he had a huge navy. The most famous boat was probably the Serapis~ his favorite. The Colonists were just a whole bunch of angry farmers with pitchforks. They could never possibly win.
As of recently, him and Francis have been.. Dating for a bit. Though England would never actually admit it. And so, when the doorbell to his house rang, he wasn't surprised to be pulled into a kiss by none other than the frog. I mean- Frenchman.
After a heated kiss the two parted. "Arthur! Comment allez-vous?"
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Speak English."
Francis chuckled, "How are you?"
Arthur sighed, "Good. The colonists are acting up again.. How stupid does Alfred think he is. There is no way he can be his own country."
France gave an awkward laugh. "Mon ami, [ My friend, ] I think you should be a little bit more easy on him. He'll find out eventually, don't you think?
The British man nodded slowly. "I suppose you're right."
France smiled at the British man, earning him a roll of the eyes. France placed his two hands over his heart, leaning forward dramatically. "That hurt me!" He exclaimed. Arthur chuckled himself. "Good, I s'pose."
France grinned, "Well then, how about you sit down, and I'll cook something that will take your mind off of it."
Arthur smiled, "Sure, but my mind is already off of the colonists. Now that you're here.." He reached up, kissing the Frenchman's cheek gently.
Francis laughed, moving slightly so they could kiss properly. "Really~?" He murmured, winning dominance quickly in the kiss.
But it wasn't a few weeks after that, that something important happened.
The Battle of Saratoga.
The turning point of the American Revolution.
Arthur was enraged. His fists were clenched, leaving fingernail marks in his hand. The Serapis had surrendered, and the colonists used his boat to attack his own ships. He cursed. Stupid, cheeky bastard!
Francis desperately tried to calm Arthur down. "Arthur, it's okay. It's nothing serious, you can handle this, I know you can. You're such a strong man!"
There was a sound of pounding hooves. "Francis Bonnefoy! Your boss needs to see you!" The man on the horse stopped, waiting for France. "S'il vous plaît.." [Sorry] Francis murmured. "But I'll be back soon, I promise.
England sighed, earning a kiss on the cheek from Francis. "Bye, my love."
The Frenchie entered his boss's office, where he was instructed to sit down. He quickly obliged, hands in his lap.
"As you know, the colonists have been fighting against England. They have been trying to get our alliance for a long time, and they have finally shown the strength for it. I'm absolutely sure that you will round up our men, and be on a boat over there as soon as possible." His boss said, boldly and determined.
"But," Francis started.
"No but's." His boss replied. "I talked to Spain's boss as well, he will be sending men along."
Francis gave a meak nod. "Yes boss," he said as he trudged away. "Whatever you say."
But it was the final battle now, and Britain was in ruins. The rain was pouring, France, Spain, and the colonists had their muskets aimed at Britain. The poor blonde was on the ground, kneeling in the muddy terrain. France could hardly hear what Arthur was saying.
Then Arthur looked up, his eyes meeting with Francis's. Arthur's tears came faster, Francis's feeling his eyes water as well. He started to lower his musket and run towards Arthur, but one of the colonists blocked the way. He was trapped. There was no way he could save his Arthur.
As Arthur surrendered, his eyes searched for Francis's and when they met, all that could be seen was sadness and betrayal. But who was crying more..? No one will ever know. The rain was too hard that day.
Maybe even the clouds were sad by the terrible scene.
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