Jealousy of an English Rose. Title: Jealousy of an English rosePairing: Francis x Arthur/France x England & slight Francis x OC (Jolie) with mentions of other pairingsRating: M ratedLanguage: English, with French words and sentences (translated of course)Genre: Romance, Hurt/ComfortLength: In progress.Chapters: Twelve this far.Summary: When Arthur finally tells Francis off for real, the Frenchman, surprisingly stops bothering the Brit.
Though, when Arthur visits France and sees Francis flirting with a French woman, his heart boils with unexplainable jealousy. FRxUK/FRxOCWarnings: Boy x Boy (yaoi), sexual content (in later chapters), slight AU, may occur OOC, etc. etc. ... Oh! And Francis! Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers/World Series Hetalia (The webcomic, the manga or the anime).
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE, FRANCIS! " "Angleterre, chéri, écoutez-moi …" began the Frenchman. "Stop talking that frog language, you bloody git! " The Fading Rose. Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to us, nor will it ever.
^If it was, then England and France would be together ALL THE TIME.^ This is actually a joint story created by *Chris-Remmey* and ^KageBecks27^. The Fading Rose Chapter One "Who am I to argue with them? " France looked up the dim staircase with a long sigh. A footstep of his hit an especially empty note, the loud echoing beckoning a not so distant memory. "Go drown yourself you French bastard. " He flinched at the mere memory of America's sarcastic words thrown back at him as he only greeted him good morning. "How useless, never able to win a war.
All the while Russia had been able to keep that sickeningly serene smile on his face. Each step, each lift of his foot felt as though he was wading through tar, burning and clawing at him, pulling him down and taking a part of him with each passing second. "I hate you the most. " Those words had come from Germany, standing motionless and bland as ever. "What are you doing here? " "NO! "WAIT! " The Red String Of Fate. Chapter 1 Meet Arthur Kirkland.
To most people, the first thing they notice about him is his eyes: those emerald-green eyes. Even though his eyebrows are as huge as caterpillars, they don't diminish how beautiful his eyes look. However, his eyes can be misleading since whoever looks at them would first think that he's a soft spoken person. He isn't, and they realize that once they notice how vocal he is and how quick his temper gets. If there was a word to describe Arthur, it would be "special". At the beginning, he thought it was odd and tried asking his mystical friends about it, but they didn't have a clue.
Since they both were taking the same classes together, they started hanging out more and more. "The Red String of Fate. It's Bloody Early Evening! Disclaimer: Heyheyheyheyheyhey!
See my penname? Does it read Hidekaz Himaruya? No? Well then, that means I'm not him so that obviously means I dont own Hetalia. That also means I dont own Twilight - vampires wouldn't be sparkly if I wrote Twilight ;D Small note: I apologize for the shortness of the first three chapters. Preface: The hunter approached, knives glinting in the moonlight. The hunter advanced closer, trying to tease me by taking his time to kill me. It's all because I fell in love with that damned frog. Strawberrys (PWP) Finished with washing the dishes, France turned around to see Matthew staring at him with wide eyes.
"What is it, Matthieu? I thought daddy sent you boys to bed. " You Have the Right to Remain Sexy (PWP) Giving a sigh, Arthur looked out the window of the squad car, watching for anyone speeding.
At least his shift was almost over. Just then, he saw a car almost pull into the oncoming lane before drifting back. He put on his lights and went after them. Obviously a drunk driver. Barely paying attention to the light show behind him, Francis continued to drive all over the road. Swearing under his breath again, the Frenchman pulled over to the side and put on a charming smile. Getting out of his car, Arthur made his way over to the obnoxiously painted sports car he had pulled over. "Why of course monsieur Kirkland. " Snow and Scones. Bored.
So. So. Bored. I looked over at my sweet from behind the armrest of the couch I had sprawled myself over, only to find that he was still clacking away at his old desktop computer. What a fat computer. I kept my gaze locked on his cute, round face. When my eyes returned back up to read his face expression again, I noticed that he was wearing glasses. I sighed and tore my gaze away from his thin figure to the glass coffee table in front of me. I shuffled my legs into a more comfortable position on the couch.