FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2) by Keiimiko, literature
Literature
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2)
Arthur Kirkland had been staying with Francis Bonnefoy for the grand total of three months. At first it was strained. Beyond tense. France had tried to give Arthur his own space but always seemed to gravitate towards him, checking if he was OK, making him cups of tea when he wasn't asked, making his bed, sneaking into the shower to check he hadn't drowned...silly stuff like that. In all that time there had been no contact from Alfred. Not a single house visit or phone call on France's landline. At first America had been ringing England's phone 24/7, texting, leaving voicemails, the whole nine. It wasn't until France snapped that it stopped.
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 1) by Keiimiko, literature
Literature
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 1)
London, 1919
Arthur was less than satisfied that France of all people was the one helping him learn to drive but in the end after sending countless letters to anyone he could think of in the government to teach him and getting point blank 'No' replies England had had to give in and settle for his least favourite person to be called in and take up the position of instructor. Back in the present day France stretched out and rested his arm along the back of Arthur's seat making the Briton feel more than a bit uncomfortable at his proximity. It was a well known fact that France had no shame in his sexual preferences and it was painful to recolle
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2) by Keiimiko, literature
Literature
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 2)
Arthur Kirkland had been staying with Francis Bonnefoy for the grand total of three months. At first it was strained. Beyond tense. France had tried to give Arthur his own space but always seemed to gravitate towards him, checking if he was OK, making him cups of tea when he wasn't asked, making his bed, sneaking into the shower to check he hadn't drowned...silly stuff like that. In all that time there had been no contact from Alfred. Not a single house visit or phone call on France's landline. At first America had been ringing England's phone 24/7, texting, leaving voicemails, the whole nine. It wasn't until France snapped that it stopped.
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 1) by Keiimiko, literature
Literature
FrUK - Maybe Part 7 (Part 1)
London, 1919
Arthur was less than satisfied that France of all people was the one helping him learn to drive but in the end after sending countless letters to anyone he could think of in the government to teach him and getting point blank 'No' replies England had had to give in and settle for his least favourite person to be called in and take up the position of instructor. Back in the present day France stretched out and rested his arm along the back of Arthur's seat making the Briton feel more than a bit uncomfortable at his proximity. It was a well known fact that France had no shame in his sexual preferences and it was painful to recolle
This account is very old and I don't use it anymore. I am leaving my old pictures and fan fiction up for people who still want to read it but I am not active.
I usually don't come out and this because I never know what to say but I just want you to know that I love your fanfiction of FrUk that you are writing and that it's absolutely addictive and I really think that you have a talent for this! *random stranger babbling about fanfiction of one of her OTP's of Hetalia, nevermind me xD* Anyway, sorry for bothering I just really wanted to tell you this ^^'