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England sat on the edge of the familiar wooden desk, the one that his owner always used for homework or drawing. She was away now, at school probably having lunch at this point it's 12pm she comes home around 3 or 4. England memorized her schedule by now, not out of creepiness but more like how a spider does to avoid interference with a human. He had to avoid the girl as much as he could, he didn't know how she'd react if she found out her figures were alive — That was a worry for later right now he had to deal with the annoying handful of a man, France. England hated how he stunk of cologne that he stole of from the owner's brother, how he was always so egotistical, how he was always so dramatic about everything, how flirty he was with everyone. Bloody hell, England could list on for hours. He took a deep breath and finally snapped out of his mind, looking around he located France doing whatever he did, looking at himself in the mirror or perhaps thinking of naked women, He's seems the type to do so. What a freak. Subconsciously he walked up to France and gave a rough tap on the shoulder.
"Oi frog what do you even do all day? Sit around and think of nude women?" England chuckled not really thinking before speaking.
"Eh non? As much as I love women I have other things to think about." France blinked blankly at the other man.
"Like what? How your country and America teamed up against me in the American revolution and won? What a boastful thought, well that's in the past now let it go." The British man crossed his arms, clearly being the one brooding on the past.
Confusion faded onto the frenchman's face "What past? We're figures representing countries we didn't actually experience the events."
"Yes goodness... I know that but we still have the memories of the character we're representing."
While the topic of an argument bubbled up... A forgotten character of the main, sits the edge of the shelf just above the desk. Their brown hair tied into a side ponytail, tea in hand. The one that goes by the name China. He has learned to tune out the voices of the others below, due to the repetition of them arguing. He is also often found talking with his fellow companion panda, which we find him doing at the moment.
"Panda do you like the tea I made this time? I used a different recipe, which is pretty unusual of me.
I hope it doesn't taste too bad for you." For this he gets a slight nod of approval. "Oh i'm glad." The man grins softly, his heart warmed by the simple gesture. They continued to sip tea quietly, watching the drama unravel beneath.
"WANKER!" England went for it and pushed france to the ground, restraining his hands with all his strength. England grinned feeling as if he was on top of the world for a split moment until he let the best of him slip away, France departed of the other's grip and pushed him off.
"Oh mon ami, if you wanted to kiss me so badly you could have said so." France teased, smirking playfully.
England felt warmth rise to his face "Oh knock off, no one wants to kiss a smelly prince like you!" He stood up France doing the same after him. Both standing across each other a few inches away, England glared at the man in front of him. France continued to keep that stupid smile that pissed him off. England quickly shoved France out of the way. "Just quit bothering me, Frog." France held him back by the shoulders "The hell are you doing?"
"Come on England I'm bored just let me bother you a bit more!" France whined desperately.
"In your dreams, now get off of me!" England complained before harshly nudging France in the stomach.
"Oww" the frenchman groaned "You know you have a really strong arm." He smirked through the pain
"Do you want me to hit you again?"
"Non no! it's not necessary.."
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Britain sat by the window of the owner, the sky tinted with such gray it was sure to rain soon. He was used to this weather for it is wired in his British brain to be used to it, England is known for having abundance of rainfall. France having nothing else to do decides to sit by him.
"Oh bloody hell, now what do you want?"
"Nothing? I just have the desire to sit on the window Stool like you." The Frenchman explains baffled at the lack of effort needed to irritate the man.
Still skeptical, England voices out an tiny "Ok...?"
After a few moments of silence and air that felt heavier than anything England ever lifted, he decided to break the ice "What's the real reason you came here?"
"D'accord... I just didn't have anything else to do." France paused as if debating something in his mind
"You kinda keep me from dying from boredom."
"Oh." The Englishman felt seen in some way with those words, although he'd never say that out loud.
The Frenchman had thoughts himself as well, how he couldn't believe he said that and why it felt intimate to say that.
Before they could dig deep into their rabbit holes, they heard the front door open, this could only mean one thing. Their owner was home. Thinking quickly France pulled England by the hand hopping over to the nearby desk and back to their destined spot. Once the action was completed they both looked at each other, their thoughts correlating together without a single word spoken. *did we really hold hands?*
England looked away, his face flushing at the thought. France although his face hinting unbotherness, he was mentally questioning his instincts at the time. Before both knew it the bedroom's door opened, the girl's hair frizzy and clothes wet
"Oh goddd, I can't believe i have so much homework and it rained without warning! I should've checked the weather today..." she groaned, putting her heavy backpack on the ground before sitting on her bed and going on her phone.
Her figures were left there perplexed on what just unfolded. They glanced at each other unsure if they should be save to move.
"Well that was weird." England whispered to the man beside him
"i know, right?"
After a few moments of no conversation England decided to suggest an idea "How about we have a chat with China? I feel like we leave that guy out often."
"That's the only good idea you've had so far Angleterre, good job." France expressed, a proud teasing tone in his throat.
"Oh shut your trap, it's not like you'd have a better idea than annoying me this whole afternoon." England took a moment to look up to the shelf where China is often located at. "Huh I guess we haven't thought this through, how we going to get up there without the owner noticing?"
"je ne sais pas.. looks like Britain doesn't have a good idea after all." France patted England on the back in sarcastic sympathy.
The British man fought to suppress his annoyance, for the sake of the owner not hearing them. "I don't have time for you, quit cheesing me off."
The frenchman scoffed "it sure is quite funny to see you try to stay calm."
For this France doesn't get a response, England might be a bit... ok very irritable but not dumb.
"Hey Britain you do know i still love you right?" France confessed, his feelings hiding behind a glaze of humor.
"What?!" England exclaimed, a little to loud...
England's life flashed before him as the girl's head dashed up to stare at them. The pair of her figures stood still, with god smacked expressions.
"Who said that? And why are my figures standing like they just went through a world war?" She scoffed, stumped on how the figures came to be in that position ,and most importantly that voice, that somehow sounded like Arthur Kirkland from Hetalia?
"Am I really going crazy or what." She mumbled, her face laced with concern. She jumped up from her place in bed, picking up the figures and inspecting them.
"You know what... I don't have time to worry about this." She places the figures back on her desk, posing them as desired. "I have work to do."
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The light of day darkened, Myla finished up her homework. England and France were still able to talk to each-other, even with the obstacle of the owner being at the same desk of them. Her laptop which she used for her work provided a well enough blind spot.
"Pst! England!" France whispers to catch the other figure's attention
England rolled his eyes "Bloody hell.. what could you possibly want now?"
"Love you!" France grinned, he was still consistent with this. He hoped England would just look past the facade he had.
The Englishman raised an eyebrow, this had been going on too long for it to be a joke. England wasn't really sure on how to respond to this realization.
"Ah.. I don't wish to pry, but what has been going on with you?"
"Ehh.." France took a moment to organize his thoughts, it shouldn't be too hard for him to just say what he feels, he assumed he'd glide through this part. It turned out different than he had thought , his witty compliments or flirting techniques weren't coming to him automatically, he actually had to think of something.
The frenchman took a deep breath finally concluding his decision "Something just has been on my mind, nothing you should worry about."
England blinked at the man once again at a loss for words, he knew the truth although still hesitant at the thought. The moment of silence was unbearable, god how many moments of silence do they have to endure.
"France," the British man spoke, an unusual softness in his voice "You know, you can tell me anything. whatever's bothering you, i'll try my best to help."
France beamed at the man in front of him, a sense of comfort filling him. "Thank you."
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Night was finally here, France stood on the window stool admiring the sky. He joined his hands together as if in prayer, looking up to the moon. "Mon dieu, i wish i had the courage to tell him."
Ever since the last conversation England and France had, they kept their distance. England was too busy in his thoughts about if France really liked him, France occupied with preparations of confession.
Mila gave no attention to the figures, getting ready for bed, a tired expression loomed on her face.
England was getting tired too, today was a long day especially because of the new hypothesis he discovered; France liking him.
England laid against the wall, 'resting' his eyes, his pervious thoughts drifting away.
France looked toward England's direction, a smile of admiration on his lips. He leaped to the wooden surface, walking toward the sleeping man. Right now was a perfect time to practice a confession, Britain was fast asleep, a low chance of him hearing it.
The frenchman fiddled with his hands, going over his mental notes. "You know England, you were the last person id expect to cheer me up, yet whenever I felt down you've came here to turn it around. I can't hide how much I've loved you more with every season, you've been everything I've ever wanted. I love you England." France grimaced analyzing the Englishman's face, hoping he didn't hear his practice session. A great weight fell off his chest once believed to be in the clear.
England withdrew a grin, he heard it all. His hypnosis was true after all, France did like him. Britain wasn't ready to admit his feelings for France till now, thought it was just a fleeting thought, guess the confession really made him feel something. Now England just couldn't wait to talk it out with France tomorrow morning.