France x America: Preview

François stared across the table, gazing at the younger man with longing eyes.

Ever since Alfred Jones had appeared at his doorstep so many years ago, he had wanted the young man for his own. At first it was because of envy for England and a desire to show up his lifelong rival by stealing the virginity of one of his colonies, but as time went on, François began to feel something more for him… Something that even the finest women and men in the world couldn't sate. Yes, he had a reputation of being "easy", but that didn't stop the desires of his heart. Soon enough, François realized the truth: he had fallen completely for Alfred.

He couldn't get enough of Al… the way Al was always bursting with energy, getting excited about the smallest things… Al's wild imagination and his impossible dreams that he would chase to the end of time… Al's face… Dear lord, that face… Incomparable, even when Al had just eaten and it was covered in ketchup stains and burger crumbs… But even that paled in comparison to the rest of him… He could go on and on, but his thoughts were interrupted by someone talking to him.

"Hey, Francis! Francis? C'mon, buddy, wake up!"

France sat up abruptly, confused. However, when he noticed that Al was inches from his face, a light blush dusted his face and he instantly devoted every cell in his body to not kissing Al right then and there.

"O-Oh, Je suis désolé, Alfred. I was lost in a daydream. What was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Not much, just that the meeting's over."

"What? Also, someone slashed your tires and wrote 'Brittania Forever' on your car."

"What?!?"

"What? I don't know who did it, man!"

Oh, that good-for-nothing bastard had overdone it this time. I mean, sure, it was probably in retaliation for the roofies in Arthur's whiskey last week, but François still hadn't fully paid off the car, and he was way behind… That little shit was going to get it and get it good.

Seething, François rose, walking quickly to the exit, blowing past Al. However, before he could make it out the door, a hand rested on François' shoulder...