dirty laundry [Axis Powers Hetalia]
Title: dirty
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: France, England
Genres: sentimental angst, historical
Rating: green.
Summary: set during the English Glorious Revolution, a hypothetical conflict between England and France, which offers shelter to the Royal Island.
Notes: reading the book that I studied English Literature in 1642 English Civil War broke out against the monarchy. In 1649 Charles I was killed by the people and his family escaped and found asylum in the arms of King Louis XIV in Paris. (Wikipedia teaches )
Arthur knew that Francis was a frivolous type. You could see it from every little detail of her person: her hair always styled, the rich and soft satin straps that held them, the meticulous care with which they chose the clothes.
And, of course, the total disregard to the rest in which he lived.
still stained with blood and sweat, England, embarked on a night with the stars shining on the English Channel.
For a moment he remembered the eyes of France, screwing up her lips and remaining still staring at the dark waves of the sea crashing against the hull of the ship, breaking the reflection of the sky on the water.
But he could fall into such a trick. But he must not give in!
raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
No, this time Francis had exceeded the limit.
He arrived on the French coast, immediately set off inland. He was quite annoyed, because the horse was slow, heavy and did not follow his commands. With heavy feet cut through the muddy streets and muddy. Stupid
-French-muttered throughout the journey, unable to stop thinking all'impudenza of his enemy, so stupid and nosy.
arrived in Paris it was already dawn. The cool air of early morning whipped him, making him sigh.
walked fast to the elegant streets of the city: the boutique made him uneasy, as well as all the buildings and luxury that seemed to come out and wrap morbidly.
He felt uncomfortable, as they approached the Palace, and for the first time he realized that he had dirt on him: his hair disheveled and filthy with mud and earth, the face Tears mixed with blood both now dry, ragged clothes, torn and dirty.
He stood at the gates, still.
Francis would have made fun of, teasing her as usual.
But he would listen. I had to listen.
He had interfered in affairs that did not concern him and now he must step aside.
With bigger and faster strides he reached the little tea room, pursued by the Servetti sleepy, emitting cries of frustration, more concerned about the filth left on the floor for the fact that a stranger had entered in a fury ' home of the Sun King Arthur
crossed the entrance to the round room slamming doors.
Upholstery pink sparkled with gold and inlaid with the first rays of the sun filtering through the curtains drawn. The clock struck 7 am, and, finally, Francis looked up. He studied carefully
England, panting and looking upset. He put the small cup from which he was sipping his tea and smiled sweetly.
'Angleterre! Good to see you, Cher "said, keeping his voice low.
"Nice uniquely yours, you wretch! Where am I?! "Thundered the other angry, moving andandogli and face.
"Shhh, up, lower your voice whispered jokingly France.
"I'll repeat one last time: Tell me where are the real! NOW hissed. With one swift move took him by the collar of his jacket, lifting it.
France's eyes gleamed with fury, weak disappeared instantly calculated and joking too. He stared at the dark irises brilliant England, pushed him away with a gesture dry, adjusting clothes and looking at him with hatred.
"Do not you, Arthur. Do not you dare. "Growled menacingly.
England remained silent, peering. His face was more flushed and rosy, but the breathing was still quiet, different from fast and agitated him.
"Tell me where I am. These affairs are not about you, France, "he repeated stubbornly, combining his eyebrows in an expression tense.
Francis laughed, seraphic, stopping abruptly, turning his face into a mask serious and dangerous. The blue eyes had turned ice cold and impenetrable.
"You're right, Arthur: the dirty clothes are washed at home," chuckled evilly, nodding his head in the direction of her clothes.
England clenched fists, furious.
"Ma .. your beloved Royal have asked for help to our country. Who am I to negarglielo? "Laughed softly and froze again, grim.
Spar dry hissed, "are not willing to give your mass of bankers and farmers bloodthirsty the English royal family. No way. For what? Eh? You are ridiculous, really ridiculous. "
Francis narrowed his eyes and turned away, wanting to understand that the discussion had ended, but Arthur did not move.
trembled with anger. He felt his throat burn and the old wounds of civil war burn again. He was weak, and Francis knew that, for this had been allowed to treat him well.
"You're a fool," she whispered sadly, "you can not understand the little things, you see it?" He stopped, seeing the other side and fix it.
"This luxury ... until you think that will last? You're just a sad little man, Francis "said bitterly, turning and doing to leave.
"When you realize that the world around you is just running on, you will understand your folly."
limping disappeared, the brave Arthur. He returned to his people, leaving the old Francis in the pink room, office and heavy thinking.
Solo, stood, cursing the forked tongue English, able to destroy him even on his deathbed.
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