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Chapter Veintiocho (28)

France's POV

I called her for breakfast as usual. I had made her her favorite food, (f/f) and (f/d) [favorite dessert].

She didn't reply, but Jerry did.

I sat down and waited, I didn't touch my plate because I wanted to eat with her. She gets chatty, and I like to hear her sweet voice.
I fell hard for her, but she's taken and I'm going to respect that, even if it makes me cry.

After a while, she didn't come. I stood and went to her toom, I knocked. "Hey (Y/n), breakfast is served." I smiled, thinking she overslept once more, she has done it  a few times.

"Mon amour, food's ready." I sigh, I had to wake her up. She gets a bit grumpy but she needs her food.

I open the door slowly, her room dark as the curtains are still closed. Only a bit of light passed through, it landed on Jerry's cage.

I turned on the lights, my heart dropped, tears slowly filled mt eyes.

Her bed was unmade, she clearly wasn't here. I rushed over to the bed and placed my hand on it, it was cold. There was no warmth.

She hasn't been here a long time.

I then desperately moved the covers, hoping she was there, hidden. I looked down, the closet.

She's not here.

I chuckled, maybe she fell asleep at the gazebo, or the living room. Even though I knew the answer was no, I checked again, two, three, and even four times.

I immediately called Poland, I needed help.

•[One and a half of a day later]•

(Y/n)'s POV

A lot long after my journey -now that it's night again- , I stopped to take a snack. It somehow got cold and I'm dying because I haven't slept through the whole walk. I had Naz's coat, and USSR's ushanka on to keep what little warmth I had, also they were comfy.

I looked around, my eyes stopping near a hill. There was a building. No, a house.
A villa.

Wait, hold up. I looked at it for a long moment, all my braincells working together at their full power. I then realized, that's Naz's house.

I jumped my way there, I had so many feelings inside me. They were such a mess. There was a big feeling of familiarity on me, of course there was, I lived here for two months.

Is the garden the same? I loved that place. That's my favorite garden in my entire life, maybe it ties to France's garden, but in nostalgic terms it's definitely Naz's.

Then, there was anger. I wanted to strangle Naz just because. What he did is unspeakable, he killed so many people, Poland was held and tortured because of him.

And Reichtangle, he was a stalker and he seems to be a sadist, a worse sadist than Naz. Like... He could poke out my eyeballs and enjoy my agony. And there's a high chance he's a masochist too, but that's me overthinking. So yeah, no touching him in any way.

I slowed down and walked properly. But I decided to stop just to put the awesome leather boots I also stole from Naz.

Now I'm ready.

•[A day and a half earlier.]•

No one's POV

Germany walked in circles, rubbing his temples, while Poland comforted the sad French man.

"I didn't get to say goodbye!" France sobs. "I don't know where she went... Am I that useless?"

"It's okay, we will find her." Poland says.

Germany stops and crouches infront of France. "She could've gone back, remember she also has a family." He says.

"B-but-"

"If she popped up from nowhere, she'll do it again. Trust me." Germany looks at France's eyes, his eyes full with certainty. "She'll come back, she has nowhere else to stay."

France calmed down a bit, his eyes now red from crying.

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Published: September 16, 2020.

New achievement: Heartbreaker.
You broke France's heart, you bastard.