I remember that day clearly. The day I met my beautiful wife, Sammy. She was an Indian immigrant who came to the US for "better life". I can tell it's not that, as people usually just come to the US for job opportunities. I met her in University. As beautiful as her face is, her personality is not. She is some white worshipping self racist lady who isn't even grateful for her own culture. I feel like the only reason she married me was because I'm white and white Americans wouldn't really date Indians in general, so I guess I was her only option. Except I'm not American, I'm just a British Gentleman who came to the US for university. I was planning on going back to the UK after I graduate, but with Sammy, that didn't work out. I told her how us European white people would date Indians more than American whites and she went off on me about how I was disrespectful towards her culture. Well, if anyone is disrespectful towards Indian culture, it's her herself.
I got into my car and started driving home. That's when I got a call from Sammy. Can't wait to hear more screaming.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? I TOLD YOU YOU MUST BE HOME BEFORE TEN."
"I'm sorry I had to work late."
"I DON'T CARE. I TOLD YOU TO BE HOME BY TEN."
"I'm really sorry, but working is hard. If you had a job you'd understa-"
"EXCUSE ME WHAT?"
"Oh uh, Nevermind."
"I'll deal with you at home."
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"I'm glad I gave it a go." (FrUK Human AU)
FanfictionAfter learning about the relationship with his abusive wife, Francis, a colleague at work Arthur didn't really like in particular, is more than determined to help him. (I do not own Hetalia, nor the cover)
