2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

50: Tainted in Red

50: Tainted in Red
He kills someone [R]

Warnings: FEELS
Author's Notes: FinALLY. An update I can describe LMAO So yeah, as I have said before... the shit gets worse from here MWAHHWAHAWHAWHA [ominous thunder effect]

Also, I know, I disappeared again. I had a little trouble adjust to new school things and shit, so I offer thee my most dark and heart-wrenching piece. The scenarios switch from his thoughts to yours, too. So yeah!

P.S. Y'aLL we only have pRACTICALLY FIVE scENARIOS oF DRAMA LEFT OOF I LOVE YOU GUYSSS Read, Suffer and Enjoy!~

FRANCOIS BONNEFOY

The battle has extended from far beyond the boundaries of the Bonnefoy estate and it was a furious one.

The car had long been swerving away from the bullets fired in its direction. The sounds of the tires screeching against the rough pavement were adamant and the sheer grimace upon Francois and his men were stark. Exhaustion resonates from their figures. Sweat rolls from their foreheads and seeps into the fabric of their clothes. Grief strikes their heart at the memories of their fallen brothers.

Francois had been the one to take the passenger seat, shooting back at the enemies who had gotten into their own cars for the chase. He paused for a moment to check your current state. The wound on your arm was still untreated, but it was covered by one of the shirts that he managed to snatch in the midst of the attack. However, what truly furrowed his eyebrows was the complete lack of emotion on your face. He knows why, of course he does.

Francois understood well how that loss affects you. Simeon was no mere bodyguard; he was almost family to you in a place far from home. Heck, even Francois feels devastated. Simeon was one of his best and loyal men in the organization. He trusted Simeon with everything that had to do with you. He'd go far to say that Simeon was practically a son to him.

Alas, Fate swung the blades of death and with the hands of time, Simeon Durand was taken.

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Your senses have dissolved into nothing, leaving you hollow and benumbed to everything that has been going on around you. You felt as though you were afloat in space, seconds from being swallowed by the void, and yet you were apathetic.

Simeon. He's gone.

You could hardly process the events, nor could you register the happenings of your current surroundings. No sound of the chaos bothered you. No sensation of the car moving came to you. The only thing your eyes could see was the image of Simeon's motionless body, burning in the back of your mind. Perhaps to help with this, Fate once again intervenes.

Glass shatters. The enemy had successfully hit the windows of the car. The ringing in your ears eventually gave way to the real anarchy around you. The car came to a harsh stop. A bullet had slain the driver of this damned vehicle. Even Francois' underlings, who had been next to you, were now sent forward, lifeless, to the car's leathered seats.

Death followed and surrounded you with its presence.

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Francois cusses at the sight of his men dead. To his relief, however, you had already been rested back on the seats, allowing the failure of the bullets to even graze you. It was then he noticed the fear coming back into your eyes. You were now awakened, Francois realized.

He hastily gets out of the car, using the door to shield himself from the bullets that once again started to fire at him. "Hurry!" he beckons you with no light smile at all. It's quite funny how Fate plays, isn't it?