Francis rocked the smaller nation back and fourth, trying to lure him to sleep and shush the cries.
"Hush, mon lapin," he carefully placed kisses to the smaller's temples. "Sleep, sleep great Britain.." He quietly murmured.
Slowly, the cries left Arthur. He started to calm down again, relaxing into his most hated enemy and yet the closest person to him. "F-Francis-" He raspped, looking up teary eyed.
"Yes Arthur?" He hummed, still rocking him side to side. "Wh-y... why am.. I a failure..." He croaked out.
Francis sighed. So this is what it's about. "Shhh.. you're not.. you just have some ruff spots that you need to get past.." He murmurs, causally pressing another kiss to his temple. "B-but, everyo-" Francis cut him off. "Don't listen to them Arthur," He said aloud. "They have no right to say those things-" He was cut off by the Brit. "Then what about you!" He shouted, pushing Francis away.
Francis looked at Arthur in shock, but it was true. He'd tease the Brit constantly, but he never though his teasing would hurt him. "Arthur, I'm sorry, I was only teasing you..." He reached out and pulled him back, Arthur didn't fight him, he needed this, he needed Francis, his enemy.
Arthur clung to the man when he was pulled back. With Francis kind words and small affections, he drifted into sleep.
Sleep Great Britain, for tomorrow shall be sunny and bright with the live you need.
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Hello, more crap ahead I suppose.
Translation
Mon lapin : My rabbit
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The Storm
FanfictionHullo, this is a short fluff FrUk fanfic. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own hetalia, it belongs to its wonderful founder. Warring: I'm not a good writer so I'm sorry! I'm writing these to help with my writing skills. Also, to get more FrUk stories out there.
