France's New Life

By: 246Nakuro

Summary: When France marries Britain finally it doesn't take long before he adjusts to his new life. Britain however can't seem to get over his embarrassment at how drunk he got on their wedding night. Will things work out between them?

Chapter 1: How to Deal With A Drunk Britain.

France POV

I was sitting in Amerique's, America's bachelor party and drinking my wine, well more like sipping it. I had a high tolerance for alcohol but I didn't like the hang over that came if I drank too much so I tended to take it easy, Angleterre, England however, was already drunk having a low tolerance for any alcohol. I enjoyed watching him stumble around and say things that later he would regret. Still he was my friend, mon ami, and I wasn't going to let him make too much of a fool of himself. I finished my glass of wine and headed over towards him as he was starting to get a bit out of control.

"Come on Angleterre." I replied softly having experienced him drunk more than a few times knowing if you acted like you were gonna stop him he would always attempt to fight you, but if you tried to convince him he tended to listen. "I think you've had enough time here mon ami."

"And you frog!" Angleterre stated in a slurred voice. "You fake the caring you git!"

"Oui, Oui." I replied almost monotone as I grabbed his shoulders and helped lead him out of the room.

I had found that if you agreed with everything he said while drunk, one he stopped talking and focused on other things and two was more inclined to relax and let sleep take him. I walked with him out to the parking lot and along the way listened to his slurred insults and brash attempts to tell me to stop something or other. Once I got him in my car I drove him home and helped him stagger into bed before I went outside to call Amerique, and ask that he drop off my car when he had a chance. That I needed to take care or mon ami Angleterre until he was sensible again. Amerique laughed on the other end.

"Sure thing dude, I am the hero after all." He became slightly serious as he spoke again however. "How badly is he hammered?"

"Angleterre is gonna have a hangover no doubt. As for how long?" I answered back seriously. "I haven't an idea."

Amerique laughed on the other end. "Man Arthur really doesn't know when to stop does he?"

"Mon Ami, I think he'd like to but knowing that you're moving on in life and getting married upset Angleterre." I told him honestly. "He only came because I asked him to."

Amerique was silent on the other end for a bit before he told me goodbye and hung up. I went back up to check on Angleterre who was sleeping peacefully in the bed. I knew he'd expect me to climb into his bed with him as soon as he was asleep but if there was one person I loved to annoy but never push over the edge it was him. I valued what he had gone through and knew that I would have to be the moderator between the two bothers as soon as Amerique had contacted me to ask for assistance in the revolutionary war.

At the time it seemed like a lose, lose situation. If I joined Amerique in his request I could forever lose Angleterre as a friend. However if I choose Angleterre's side then I might forever lose Amerique as a friend. And if I didn't involve myself at all didn't that make me an accomplice to the losing side? So I choose to help Amerique in his war, and as I had predicted Angleterre was furious at me for doing so.

He refused to look at or even acknowledge my existence for weeks. I had felt so dishonored and hated but I attempted to talk to both Amerique and Angleterre from time to time. I would always get the chance to talk to Amerique without any trouble but when Angleterre finally began to speak to me again it was condescending and hatred in tone. Like how could I ever expect him to forgive me? I supposed that was fair and worked on healing our friendship once again. It took many years but eventually we had become as close as I thought we would ever be as friends.

I shook my head out of the flashback that I had taken unintentionally as I set to ensuring mon ami Angleterre was comfy and warm enough before I went down stairs to the couch and lay down on it. I woke up a few hours later and headed up towards Angleterre's room only to find the bed empty. Confused I looked the only other place I could think of that he might be. The bathroom. As I entered I saw him in an almost fetal position under the bath curtain which he had pulled over himself as a makeshift blanket.

I fought not to laugh at the amusing state that he was in so unintellectual looking he was almost like a kid again. "Angleterre?" I called out softly receiving a grumble as some kind of response that I couldn't understand. "Angleterre you're in a bathtub." I told him in case his drunken mind hadn't picked up on that yet.

"My head is killing me, leave me be you git!" I heard him snap at me throwing a halfhearted punch in my direction.

"Oui, Oui." I replied and gently sat on the toilet next to the tub. "That can't be very comfortable." Another grumble. "Why don't you let me help you back to the bed?"

"Not on your life frog!" He sat up quickly to snap at me then started to fall from the quick motion, I caught him only for him to shove me away. "I don't need your help git!"

I shook my head gently. "Look at you. You can barely even take care of yourself." He turned to glare at me. "You need to rest."

"I can rest fine here." He grumbled.

"You'll hurt your back sleeping in a tub." I told him sensibly before I offered my hand. "All I'll do is help you back to bed alright Angleterre?"

He seemed to hate that he needed help but accepted it none the less and I helped, well mostly dragged him to his room and tucked him in once more. As he glared at the wall I sighed and went to stand up only to feel something soft and warm on my shirt and glanced back at Angleterre who was clinging to it with one hand almost like begging me to stay. This man was gorgeous and strong, not the mention the fact that long ago he had captured my attention.

"Angleterre?" I asked softly so he wouldn't think I had ignored him but also that I wouldn't just assume things.

"Please." He sounded so weak, like a little kid. "Just for tonight. I need to not be alone."

I smiled gently at him and gently removed his hand from my shirt to lay on the bed under the covers next to him. "Of course mon ami."

He clung close to me and I looked down at him to see if he was ok to see his sad eyes looking at the bed. "Why?" I heard him ask but waited to see if it was a question directed at me or if he was talking to his imaginary friends. "Why did you join America, Francis?"

So he was talking to me. "What do you mean?"

"Git! You know what I mean!" He was still drunk and easily angered.

"Oui, Oui. Please tell me what you mean then." I replied as I held up my hands.

"Revolutionary War." He glared at me.

I was silent for a moment as I thought how to describe it. "Because Amerique was ready. Because he was prepared and you raised him well but didn't know how to let go."

I felt him seemingly melt as he went silent. Still I remained calm and a few hours later after he had fallen asleep and after I had gotten my car back slept with him completely clothed. I woke up again only this time it was morning and the sun was streaming in through the window. Not wanting Angleterre to wake up I got up and closed the blinds for the window. I glanced back at him and smiled gently. He was gonna feel horrible when he woke up.

But if I knew anything about him, and I thought I did, the best way to at least take some of the edge off was to make him some ginger tea. When I heard a grumbling and cursing Angleterre rising, the tea had just finished brewing. As he entered the living room with a glare at me I stood and listened to him as he yelled at me.

"You took advantage of me you bloody frog! I knew you would!" I poured some of the tea into one of his tea cups which made him yell about that too. "I'm talking to you, you git! Those are my tea cups and I don't want…" He grew silent as I walked it over to him getting him to take it before I gently lead him to the couch and gently pushed on his shoulders so he sat down. "What are you doing?"

The yelling was gone. "Try drinking that before you set to chewing me out again. The yelling isn't going to help your headache." I told him calmly and he did so though hesitantly.

"It's good!" He sounded shocked after taking a sip. "How did you…"

"It always used to help you calm down and when you felt sick when we were best friends." I replied looking out the window causally.

"You remembered that?" His voice had calmed down some.

"Of course mon ami. It was my job as a friend to remember." I stood and stretched, my hair still a pigsty after waking up.

I headed to the bathroom to go take care of it. I headed back out from the bathroom quietly as I always tried to be and to my shock saw Angleterre crying. I rushed to his side and upon seeing me he attempted to wipe his face like he hadn't been crying at all but I grabbed his hand before he could.

"Stop it." I replied in my general voice as I gently wiped his tears away. "You don't have to be strong around me. I don't care how strong or weak you are."

Unable to hold it back anymore he hugged me tightly as he let the tears fall. I smiled and pet him gently on the back as Angleterre continued to cry silently. This was something I wished he would do more often. Show his true emotions, but this was Angleterre. Maybe one day he would show his emotions. When he met the right person.

'Not me.' I thought sadly.

I knew that I liked him upon his first argument with me about who got to be Amerique's big brother. He was so determined and resolved. He wouldn't take no for an answer. It was incredibly sexy and I think that was when I first noticed I had feelings for him as maybe more than a friend. I heard the door being knocked on after Angleterre had pulled away from the hug and gave me a slight nod, his version of thank you. I rose and quickly walked towards the door to open it knowing who it would be and what he would want.

"Oui Alfred." I answered and heard Angleterre groan slightly, no doubt embarrassed from how hung over he was. "What's up mon ami?"

"I was wondering if you wanted a pass on the wedding dude." He smiled at me knowing I'd most likely want to take care of Angleterre.

Angleterre went on and on about how Alfred couldn't keep a secret to save his life, but he had kept the secret that I really liked Angleterre for years now. "Well come on in and we can figure it out together." I replied stepping aside to let him in. "Angleterre, do you want to go to the wedding?" I got a glare as a response.

"He mad at you dude?" Alfred asked me and I shrugged.

"Perhaps, though I think it's more he's got a hang over the size of Mt. Fuji and he's trying to hide it." I smirked poking fun at him to which he huffed, crossed his arms, and looked away from me.

"We'll be there." He grumbled at Alfred who smiled, thanked him, and patting him on the back left.

"Angleterre, we should get dressed for the wedding if we're gonna arrive on time." I said gently and softly before I received a punch in the face and was sprawled on the floor.

"Damn you bloody frog!" He yelled at me as I rose slowly. "Had to bring attention to my hangover didn't you?!"

I gently rubbed my cheek where I had been punched. "It was a joke mon ami."

"Right!" He glared at me.

As he stood and stomped away I looked out the window and sighed. "Jeanne? What should I do?"

I had slowly gotten over Jeanne but she was still my best friend and I often talked to her much like Angleterre talked to flying mint bunny and his other friends. I went and got dressed in my own suit and after a quick once over waited for Angleterre. He came out looking amazing and distinguished.

"Who would have thought you looked so good in a suit?" I asked him with my signature smile.

"Shut up you bloody frog." He grumbled and headed to his car.

"I'll drive. Your still hung over remember." I told him offering my hand for the keys.

He huffed and handed them over. "Bloody frog."

I drove him to the wedding and instantly the girls who weren't attached or dating flocked over to me. "Well hello ladies." I greeted them with a smile as I walked behind Angleterre and headed for the church.