Hetalia Oneshots

[ℝ] France - Leave Him

Song: Shawn Mendes - Treat You Better

You had an abusive relationship with your boyfriend. He always treated you like filth, beat you up and cheated on you several times behind your back. He was horrible, but you were blind in love.

Even though he behaved that way, you had always hoped that he would change. But nothing changed in him and in you. One night, he wasn't home and you were in your bed, hiding under the blanket. 

"Are you okay?" asked Francis, your closest friend. He was the only one who knew about this bad relationship and he was your only pillar of support.

"He beat me today too, Francis." You replied, at the verge of tears, "I don't feel okay."

"I love him, but..."

"He isn't the one for you, ____." He said, "At this point you definitely must've realized this."

"I still think he is the one for me. I just hope he can change." You mumbled.

"You're still hung up on that notion?" He sighed, "I know you're better than this." 

"I don't know. I just love him too much to let him go. It's too late to go back now, isn't it?" Your voice cracked.

"You've got to leave him. Your feelings are wasted on a wretched man, he clearly doesn't love you, so why are you so hung up on him?" Francis raised his voice a little, trying to hint at you that he was concerned and angry at the same time.

"Every time I see you, you're always covered in bandages. I hate that." His voice now lowered. The concern afloat in his voice, made you cry. 

He was your closest friend and you felt terrible for making him continuously worried.

"I'm sorry..." You sobbed.

"Ah, don't cry..." He paused, "Do you want to come over?"

"Okay..." you said, "I'll see you later." 

"Yeah."

You stuffed your phone in your pocket, washed your face, retied your hair and straightened out your clothes. Just as soon as you were out of the bathroom, you heard your boyfriend stomp inside the apartment.

"Those f*cking jerks!" he swore, fell on the couch and started kicking the coffee table.

"Mark! What happened?" You asked and put a hand on his shoulder. He harshly pushed you away; hard enough to make you fall. 

"Leave me alone, you bitch." He hissed, "This has nothing to do with you."

"It has everything to do with me." You said firmly as you stood up, "I am your girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?" He stood up and slapped you, "Unfortunately for you, I never once thought of you like that."

The sting of the slap and his words hurt. It felt like a stab through your heart.

"You were just my toy. It was enjoyable to see how you still decided to stay with me even though I was obviously treating you like shit." He grabbed your neck and held it tight, restricting air.

"But now, I'm tired and bored of you." He held your neck tighter, "Think of this sparing as mercy."

"We're through." He tossed you away and walked out of the apartment again. 

You gasped for air as you sat up and leaned on the wall. This was just a one sided love all along. Looks like Francis was right after all. You wondered why you hadn't listened to him earlier. 

You took your phone and texted him.

You: Do you have a room at your apartment?

Francis: No, only one. Why?