Dear Francis,
I know why I like this man so much. He reminds me of my Arthur, and it doesn't help that his name is exactly that. He can be so gentle, so kind, yet can be so mischeivious, and he has the same smirk as him. It hurts so much; beyon compare it hurts. The happiness has gone as soon as it came. Why must I be tortured by fate? Why must I be so fated as to meet a man with the same smirk, a fake personality with a real one the same as his, and the same coloured eyes?
Well, I suppose I still have to write something...
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Reincarnation (Hetalia England x OC) SEE DEAR FRANCIS,
FanfictionREWRITING THIS AS DEAR FRANCIS. I UPDATE ABOUT ONCE A WEEK-ONCE EVERY TWO WEEKS. A long time ago, back in what you know as the Renaissance Age, that is where my heart lies. It never left and never again did I fall in love. I would've and almost did...
