Isshoni Shinou
Title: Isshoni Shinou
Author: Abyss
Claim: France
Character(s): France, England, mentioned America and Canada
Table/Prompt: Romance/Love
Word Count: 700
Rating: PG
Summary: In a twisted form of his love for Francis, he agreed to die with him. He loved the feeling of this gun~
Notes: Title is the lyrics I used (partially) for this. "We should just die here together." (Isso Isshoni Shinou.) Based of the song Sunset Love Suicide by Gumi. Oh, and most, if not all fics for this challenge, will be based off of lyrics from song. (I have to post France's side now.)
The smile he received was a bit charming, but a bit deranged. Arthur couldn’t help but to back away, trying to find a place to escape to. He could hear him in the background, talking about how they belonged with each other, that Arthur would never leave him. It terrified the Briton, and he just wanted to leave. At the same time, he was in love with this man, and would consider the option given to him by his deranged, crazy lover. It was crazy, to consider it, but he was willing to do anything his loved asked of him.
The French male smiled so sweetly that it was impossible to believe that he was crazy. Arthur knew better, however. He knew that this French (bastard) male was possessive, selfish, and willing to do anything to keep him. He also knew that he’d do anything to keep said French bastard. He was in love with him, he was all for being with him (forever), and he agreed with him-there were too many people that seemed to be in love with him. Before he knew it, the two of them were running away, far away, to be with each other.
There was nothing like being here with Francis, his lover, his friend, his French bastard. He was willing to kill anything that held him back, that took Francis away from him. He would happily kill Alfred if it meant that he could stay with Francis forever. He’d even be willing to kill sweet, innocent Matthew if it meant that he could have Francis all to himself. He’d even consider killing himself and Francis, if it meant that he could be with Francis. That’s why he’s not adverse to the idea when Francis himself mentioned it. He would have Francis forever.
They don’t make it through with the plan, however. At least, not yet. That night, they were desperately trying to show each other that they love the other, that they would rather murder than be separated. It was an eerie thought, since it was completely true, but they didn’t care, not at that moment. They were just a pile of sheets and bodies, taking up much of the space on the bed. Whatever they did not occupy was occupied by some fluid (cum, as Francis would so bluntly call it when they had guest over, showing off their unclean bed.)
The next day wasn’t much better, with the two promising that they would die that day. Somehow, they both managed to convince themselves, and each other, that it would be best to wait, to wait until someone else showed up-a threat to their love. The nights at the extravagant house were amazing, the days at the beach just… indescribable. Arthur loved those the most, when they would force themselves to stay out until after the sunset, which was extremely beautiful in his mind. Their hands wandered, bringing a sense of impending doom and a sense of completeness in them.
Francis laughed a mirthless laugh that left Arthur chilled to the bone but entranced at the same time. He couldn’t help but to reach out for him, to pull him closer. Instead of being pulled into a tender embrace, he was dragged into a heated, passionate kiss that was scorching yet so lovely at the same time. He couldn’t refuse Francis when he was like this-he couldn’t refuse Francis, period. They had given up everything they held “close” to them for each other. Arthur felt like he made the right choice, however. He loved Francis, and would be his.
Francis had suggested it quite suddenly, the suicide they were planning once long ago. Instead of arguing with him, Arthur nodded, as if agreeing with him. He was a bit confused as to why Francis thought dying would be a good thing now, but he accepted the proposal nonetheless, knowing that his lover had a good reason, even if said reason was not shared. He also knew that Francis meant it when he said he loved him, and Arthur would hold those words wherever he went. And now, he and Francis stood across from each other, and pulled the trigger.