Petals and Thorns

                                                                 Part 1: Rocky Beginnings


     It was the middle of the night. England was downstairs by the fireplace, reading his Wuthering Heights novel and drinking a cup of tea. His older sister, Ireland, was upstairs sleeping in his bed. "Gah! Why can't she live in her own god damn house?!?!" he thought silently to himself. But then he remembered all of the fun times he had with her as a child. Despite their constant bickering and fighting, they shared an undying love for one another. England sighed and stood up. He was going to get more tea. He walked over to the kitchen and started pouring more tea into his cup. It was Saturday night, a night where most countries liked to go out and party. Not for England though. "I'm to much of a gentleman to do anything like that." he said aloud. The doorbell rang. England looked at the clock. It was eleven thirty five. "Who the bloody hell would wanna come and see me at this hour?" he shouted out loud as he opened his door. "Bonjour Mon Cher"  said a tall blonde unshaven man. England slammed the door in his face. "Wait!!! Here me out!!" France shouted behind the closed door. "Go away you git!!!" England shouted back. "Please! I have no where to go! I locked myself out of my house!!!" France begged. England groaned and opened the door. "You better not be lying." he muttered. France stepped into the house with a big grin on his face and a mysterious black bag. "Oh thank you Mon Cher! You have no idea how awful it is out there." France sighed practically fainting into England's arms. "Yeah yeah now get of you frog." England said slightly blushing. "But why? Don't you like it?" France asked batting his eyelashes innocently. "No I don't" England said shoving France out of his way. "Also, we need to be quiet. Ireland's sleeping upstairs." England said as he sat back down to read his book. France started to walk upstairs, ignoring England. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!" England screamed jumping from his chair. "DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID YOU WANKER?!?!". He raced upstairs only to meet France carrying his sister. " What are you doing with her?!?!" he said in sort of a loud whisper. "Solving our problem.: France said with a smile as he started walking downstairs. "Where are you taking her?" England shouted chasing after France. France opened the front door and started walking to his car. He opened the door to the backseat of his car and put her in. "What are you doing?? Tell me right now!!" England shouted as he was pounding his fists against France's broad shoulders. France closed the car door, turned around, and smiled at England."Like I said before silly. Solving our problem. Now we don't have to be so quiet. She can sleep in my car for the night." England pondered on the idea. "Well all right....." he said slowly. "I just hope she doesn't get too cold." France grabbed England's hand and started dragging him back into the house. "Let go of me." England sighed not putting up much of a fight. He was really tired and usually in bed by now. "Nonsense! Let's watch some movies." France said going through England's DVDs. "Actually France.... I was going to go to bed." England said with a yawn. France turned around and looked at England with a sad glance. "Oh." he replied silently. "I-I guess I'll go to bed too." He walked over to the coach and started to lay down. England immediately began to fell guilty. He knew that France really did wanna watch a movie, not a chance to rape him. But he was too tired to watch a movie. He spent his day chasing and yelling at America today during the World Meeting. "Well Goodnight." England said as he started walking upstairs to his room. "Strange.." England thought as he was getting changed into his pajamas. "He seemed so perverted when he came over but now his mood...changed."England couldn't stop thinking about him ever since. "Gah! Why can't I get that stupid frog out of my head??!!" he said aloud while he was brushing his teeth. He splashed water onto his face before heading off to bed.


                                                        Part 2: Confessions

      A few hours later, England woke up to a loud thumping noise, He looked at his clock. It was four fifteen in the morning. He hadn't really been woken up since he couldn't sleep. He had been thinking about France. "What is that wanker doing down there?" England grumbled as he got up. He started to walk down the hall when a dark figure swooped out from behind and covered England's eyes. "Guess who asked the figure. "France? What the heck are you doing? I can't see!" England shouted trying to pry France's hands away from his face. France chuckled. "That's because you're not suppose to, mon cher." he whispered into England's ear. "Now follow me." France said as he guided England down the stairs into his parlor. "All right. open." France said as he moved is hand's away from England's eyes. England gaped in complete aw at what he saw. There were candles lit all around the room and rose petals everywhere. You could just barely here The Beatles, England's favorite band, playing in the background. "W-What did you do this for?" England asked, his cheeks immediately flushing pink when he found France hugging him from behind. "What? I can't do something nice for you?" France asked, leaning closer. This made England blush even more. "W=What are you doing?!?!" England exclaimed as France started to pick him up and cradle him in his arms. "Shhh. Not so loud." France whispered, putting his long, slender finger against England's dry, cracked lips. England immediately fell silent, his face now completely red. France chuckled. "Why's your face so red, Arthur?" he asked teasingly, referring to England's real name. It was easy to tell that he was blushing because of his pale, milk-white skin.  "I-I'm not blushing." England stuttered angrily, is pride's barrier weakening. "I-It's warm in here!" France laughed. "I''m  sure it is." he said as he began nuzzling England's head. "Stop that!: England shouted, pushing away from France. "Why do you resist me?" France asked gently. "You say you love me but then when I try to kiss you, you pull away and hate me." England looked into France's eyes and saw that they were filled with tears and confusion. England couldn't help but feel sorry for what he'd done.He then grabbed France's hands and looked deep into France's blue eyes. "I'm sorry." England whispered wiping a tear away from France's face. Then, he kissed France. When he pulled away he said "I love you frog.: with a smile on his face. France stopped crying. He looked back up at England. He then kissed him back and whispered "Je vous aime l'Angletere." into his ear. They stayed like that. Kissing and telling each other how much they loved each other until the sun rose and they fell asleep, entangled in each others arms for all eternity.