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Title: Mon Ami
Author: Me!
Claim: England
Characters: England, France
Table/Prompt: Angst/tears
Word Count: 300
Rating: K
Summary: Arthur's brother's are after him, once again...
(Grr, stupid blog, I'm having issues with it, so, sorry for any oddness!)
“There ‘e is! Get ‘im!” The boy glanced back to see his elder brothers in fast pursuit. He scrambled and dove under a bush. He panted, trying to catch his breath, and then burrowed deeper into the bush as he heard his brother’s approach.
“Where’d he go?” Ireland exclaimed.
“That little brat. He must’ve hid somewhere.” Scotland remarked, coming to a stop in front of the boy’s hiding spot. He held his breath in anticipation.
“Aw, let’s go. He’s not worth it.” Wales said, and the three ran off. The boy let out his breath in a gust, then bit his lip. What had he done to make them hate him so much?
“This day couldn’t get any worse.” He muttered.
“Angleterre?” Scratch that, now things couldn’t get any worse. “What are you doing here?”
Arthur turned to the Francis, and scowled. “Go away, you girl!” He yelled, and ran off.
“Oh, Angleterre, don’t act like that!” The young teen exclaimed, grabbing him around the waist.
“Oi!”
“What was that earlier?” Francis asked, letting him go.
“It was nothing, now leave me alone!”
“I just want to know what’s wrong, mon petit.” Francis said gently. Arthur pouted and crossed his arms.
“It’s none of your business, frog.” He said, looking away.
“Mon petit, it’s alright. I won’t laugh.”
“ My brothers hate me, okay?” Arthur said, spinning back around. “I don’t know why, but they do. So they chase me, and, and…” Arthur started crying, and Francis slowly wrapped his arms around the tot.
“Hush, mon ami.” He whispered, muttering nonsense words in his language into Arthur’s ear.
“Why don’t they like me?” He hiccoughed.
“I don’t know, Angleterre.” Francis muttered. “I don’t know.