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The Scent of a Rose	By : larien04 Category: +G to L > Hetalia: Axis Powers Views: 2855 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia and I make no money off of this fic!

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A/N: This is my first fan fic is a *very* long time and my first Hetalia fan fic, so if the first chapter isn’t that fantastic give me a break.

Arthur Kirkland’s heart twisted painfully as he watched his lover run the opposite direction. He had ordered Francis to go; all he hoped was that Francis made it back to his country alive. Francis begged to be allowed to stay by his lovers side “But, Arthur, mon amor, I cannot leave you” he had protested even as the Frenchman ducked at the sound of the missiles destroying a building too close for comfort.

“Francis, please!” Arthur pleaded “I know that you risked your life to come here and be with me but it’s too dangerous for someone like you. I need to be here with my people and you need to be back in France tending to your own people. You can’t abandon them.”

Francis was tortured; he knew Arthur was right but he also knew there was no way he could leave Arthur. They had only been together now for a year and it had taken five times that for the two to admit they cared for each other. Why the hell did Ludwig’s boss decide that now was the time for war?

“Francis!” Arthur shouted above the sound of gunfire on the streets below “Get out of here” and then the Englishman grabbed the Frenchman and kissed him with desperate passion “I *will* find you after this god forsaken war is over and we *will* be together again. I swear it” he whispered in Francis’ ear.

“Je t'aime, Arthur” Francis whispered back and then turned and started down the stairs to the roof of the building they had been standing on.

Of course Arthur would be at the center of the fight defending his land; he was stubborn enough to stand on top of a building while the rest of his country was getting bombed. ‘It gives me the best view of my city so I know first-hand where to send my troops. I can’t be bothered with waiting for messengers to give me status updates. I need to be there myself’ England had fervently argued when Francis had called him crazy.

Francis was not born a fighter and didn’t care much for war strategies, which would probably be why half of France was now currently occupied by Germany. He didn’t care, much, about that though his only thought was that he knew England would never sit there and let Germany occupy them. English pride would have Arthur dead before he ever wore a swastika.

He needed to stop worrying about Arthur so much if he wanted to actually make it back to his country alive, the same bull headedness that kept his love on top of a roof barking orders would be the same stubbornness that kept the man alive. When Arthur made promises he didn’t break them; something about the code of a gentleman he had told Francis once.

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“Sir! You need to move to the safety of a shelter, the air bombers are out there in force. If any of them see you on top of this roof…” one of Arthur’s commanders was yelling at him.

“I already know that you prat! If you don’t have any other useful advice then get out of my sight.” Arthur practically snarled back to the soldier.

“Y...yes sir!” the man saluted and ran off into the battle.

Arthur let out a breath and concentrated on the sight in front of him. His entire country was practically on fire with the constant air raids. He had to come up with a better strategy if he didn’t want to end up like France or any of the other countries that had been occupied…

That’s when everything went wrong; somebody yelled his name and Arthur looked up and almost as if in slow motion saw the bomb descend on the building he was standing on and then his entire world literally crumbled from beneath him.
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