England PoV:
Every time you tried to talk to me, I'd call you a frog, a girl... anything but your name.
I didn't like to use it... you still stopped by to bother me anyway.
Brother was right. You really were my enemy, trying to pick fights.
But every time I got beaten up by my brother, you'd find me. You'd ask what happened even when you knew. All I could say was your stupid name.
Francis.
And I'd find you at my side, tending to my wounds. You'd sit by me, and run your long thin fingers through my scruffy hair till I stopped sobbing.
Every time, I'd run away... I knew these were only dirty tricks; tricks my enemy is playing to fool me.
We're enemies.
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I have about 12 chapters of this typed out ... I'm just not gonna post all at once.
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We're Enemies
FanfictionEngland and France have been two superpowers that have constantly been at each other's necks. But there is more to their feelings for each other than either will ever admit. Not even to themselves. Not even when they cry out the other's name when th...
