((You are not Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire! The taller blond boy spat as he slashed his sword, his eyes narrowed and focused. So? At least I BELONG, unlike you! was the response, as the shorter boy dodged it and jumped forwards to counter-attack. You have no claim whatsoever to your name! The Franks were Germanic, and youre not! But you arent the heir of Rome either! And what about your mother, Gaul? Youve deserted her heritage in favour of the more civilised world! He sneered, feeling victorious and satisfied as he saw his enemys eyes widen. The Holy Roman Empire advanced forwards, holding his sword and smirking. Look around you, France. None of these countries accept you or see you as their own. You may call me a barbarian, but at least I have a family! What about you, huh? You will never belong anywhere! Not with the Celts, not with us Germans, not with the Romans and certainly not with the Slavs! Fear, guilt and hatred. Those were the emotions France felt the most intensely at that moment. Somehow, he had fallen to his knees and he could feel tears of anger and hurt in his eyes. But... no. He refused to cry in front of his enemy, especially this arrogant little bastard, no taller than a five year old child. With a snarl, he got to his feet, and charged forwards with renewed vigour, screaming an angry battle cry. GO DIE! I WILL DESTROY YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS! WHO CARES IF I DONT BELONG? AT LEAST I WILL BRING PRIDE TO MY MOTHER, WHICH YOU WONT IF I HAVE A SAY IN IT! ((Another fanfic/scenario. Slight OOC, but HRE and France arent the perfect babies that Hetalia makes you think they are. This is a little more historical-oriented, I guess? Though not necessarily accurate- and France kinda lost his head in the end which is why he was screaming stuff like that at HRE-))
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 11:14:01 +0000
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