Dear The World. The Dairies Of Hetalia

Till death do us part

Prussia smiled and took his seat alongside his brother. He was glad for that moment, he was glad to see Knights Templar once again. He was actually relatively fine, now that he knew his brother was with his grandpa. He felt as if a thousand weights had just been lifted from his chest.

"Okay," France begun "I am 'appy for you mon ami." France smiled, a truly happy smile.

He also wishes that he can be like that. That he will have that weight lifted off of his chest. As he was lost in thought he didn't notice that he was staring at Arthur. He stared at him for awhile, not noticing he was doing so.

"What do you want, you frog?" Arthur asked, glaring at France. His glare was only half hearted, but his word had full meaning, and France took those words to heart.

Francis flinched every time,but never physically, he heard those words. Those words, like knives, stabbed him. He cared so much about Arthur. Francis had taken care of him since he was young, since his actual brothers didn't. To hear Arthur call him all of those names, it hurt him greatly. But he just smiled, and pretended it was a joke. Pretended.

"Mon ami, why are you so angry?" France questioned, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

Arthur, looked at him, then looked away. "Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out as angry." Arthur looked down. The Frenchman knew something was up, but he couldn't just bluntly ask him. He knew that Arthur wouldn't respond to an act like that, he knew Arthur like he knew himself.

Arthur looked at France, and questioned silently why he had that look in his eyes. "Of course he has that look in his eyes," Arthur thought. He and France had been through it all, they've seen the wars. They've cried as much as anyone else. Maybe to everyone else, it seemed like Arthur hated, no despised France, but that wasn't true. Not in the least. He loved him, just as much as he loved Alfred. Just as much as he loved Canada. Just as much as he loved everyone nation.

Just as much as he loved his family, because that's what they are. They are family, everyone of them, no matter what happened to them as a country, they always were family.

Finland snapped them out of their thoughts, "Well how does a break sound?" Each other nodded to another. After what's happened they really did need a break, at least for a few minutes.

"Sounds good to me!" A loud American said.

"And while we're at it, how about we get some coffee, eh." Canada replied. The north America twins then left the room.

"Mi amigo!" Spain smiled and said. "Let's go, I want churros!" Prussia and Spain walked over to France.

"You go ahead, I need to do something." France declined the offer.

"Suit jourself," Prussia and Spain left the room, sort dancing like they hadn't a care in the world. France smiled and walked over to England, who still seemed to be lost in thought.

"Arthur." France said, his voice sounding very strict. Arthur looked up at him with teary eyes. Was he, crying.

"I'm sorry France. For everything I've done." France knew immediately what he was talking about.

"Do you zhink zhat I hate you, even now, because of zhat! I 'ave forgiven you a long time ago, now forgive yourself!" He placed his hands on England's shoulders, and made his blue eyes meet Arthur's green one's. It had been many, many, years since it had happened, and France, even when England did do this act, couldn't bring himself to hate him.

"How do you not hate me?" England adverted France's eyes, hoping if he didn't look at him, then maybe he'd go away. He had never forgiven himself for taking away France's true love.

"Did I tell you zhat I met 'er again." France let him go, and sat down to the seat next to him. "Yeah, I saw 'er in a dream. She told me zhat she was proud of what I've-." He stopped a little sadness tinting his voice. "She was proud of what 'er country 'ad become."

Arthur looked at Francis, confused on why he had changed his wording. "Jeanne never truly loved me, I know zhat." Arthur shot his head up. To think France, the country of love, said something like this. Why did he say something like this? "She did it for 'er country, not me. She loved God, not me, she never loved zhe actual. Me."

"She did." England spoke up. "She loved you more than you knew. I could see it when she was around you, she loved you." England's eyes once again filled with sadness. "Then I took her away from you. I took your love away, I'm so sorry."

"England..." France said.

"That wasn't just it, I also took away Matthew from you." England clinched his fist, angry at himself.

"Yes, but I took America away from you." France responded.

"Yes, but I'm the one apologizing."

"Non, I should apologize!"

"I insist," England raised his voice.

"Non, I 'ave done worst." France answered back.

"How about we agree that we are both sorry."

"Oui." France said with a smile. He hugged England tightly, england not resisting.

"I love you little brother." France said within the hug.

"I truly am sorry, about everything." England said, looking in France's eyes once again. "But I am happy that we were able to fix this." France nodded and let him go.

Soon people started to walk into the meeting room once again. "Yo, you dudes didn't get anything to eat?" America asked smiling.

"Non, we just talked, like old friends." France replied, smiling at his little brother.