I do not own hetalia

This is my first story so please don't be too harsh. This is not historically accurate (then again neither is most of hetalia) and it is when France met England and Wales. enjoy.

Francis was lonely. And that was quite a feat considering the fact that he lived so close to so many other countries, but none the less he was lonely. Usually when he was lonely he went and talked to one of the bigger nations but right now they were off at one of their meetings that Francis wasn't allowed to go to. So Francis was alone, on the beach, staring out at the sea when he got an idea, an idea that to him was so brilliant there was no way it couldn't work. He ran off to find his boat as he went over exactly what he would do in his mind. He would sail off to that strange island over that small part of the sea. He had been sailing there a few times and quite often seen people, well three people to be honest, two red-heads and a brunette, all of whom must be lonely being stuck on that island with only each other for company. As he daydreamed about how much his new friends would love him his boat scraped on the ground alerting Francis to the fact that he was at the strange island. He looked around; he appeared to have landed on a small strip of beach beyond which lay a field full of beautiful green grass and the occasional sheep. As Francis looked closer he could vaguely see a mop of blond hair poking up over the grass. This took him aback as he was sure none of the people he had seen had had blond hair. Nevertheless Francis quickly hurried over to the mess of hair only to discover a boy, a few years younger than him physically with hair as golden as the sun and eyes as green as the grass that he sat in, sadly that is where his beauty ended as his 'lovely' golden hair was in a mess sticking every which way and looking horrific and his eyes were ruined by the monstrous caterpillars of eyebrows that rested on the boy's face, the boy also wore a dark green cloak covered on dirt and twigs that covered up the rest of his outfit. The boy giggled at something then appeared to pet thin air, Francis looked on mournfully, it would appear his years in solitude had made the boy mad; however Francis would soon fix that as his beauty could even cure the mad.

"Hello" he called out to the child in French. The boy jumped looking startled and Francis quickly realised that the boy didn't know French regardless Francis carried on towards the boy a smile on his face to show that he meant no harm. Happily the boy didn't run away and soon Francis was right in front of him "Hello" he repeated in French "My name is Francis and I will be your new best friend. Or at least I will be once we get you sorted out, for starters the cloak it's dark and depressing you want a beautiful cape like mine and your eyebrows will have to be dealt with too we can't be doing with those and your hair as well will need doing and perhaps styling into a beautiful manor like mine" Francis continued rambling about the boys flaws and the boy sat there doing nothing but staring at the madman before him. You see the boy had a special gift, he knew when people were being insulting in another language, mostly thanks to his foul mouthed brothers who tended to switch to their native tongues when insulting people so that he did not start to repeat what they said despite the fact that the boy could fluently speak all of his brothers' languages. The boy understood from the odd man's wild gestures that he found his clothing, hair and eyebrows ugly which angered the boy to no end as everyone in his family had the same eyebrows and by insulting them you insulted his whole family. So, slowly, the boy got up and looked at Francis and Francis, happily oblivious to the boy's anger, looked back. Which was when the boy punched him. Hard. Francis yelled in pain, anger flooding his face as he stumbled back "why you-" he yelled advancing on the boy when suddenly something thin, hooked and wooden slipped around his throat.

"Take one more step and you'll be strangled" a voice from behind him said in poor but understandable French slightly mangled by his unidentifiable accent. Francis carefully turned around to see his attacker and was shocked at the sight of the brown haired man he had seen before holding a Shepard's crook. From afar the man had looked peaceful and harmless but right now his green eyes, identical to those of the boy who stood behind him, were filled with a burning rage, he looked like an older brunette version of the boy but he wore simple farmer's clothes instead of the billowing green cloak the boy wore. The man tugged hard on the crook causing Francis to fall to his knees "get out!" the man barked angrily "and never come back!" Francis gladly complied stumbling to his feet he clumsily ran to his boat and set off home before the two could catch him. As he sailed away he heard the boy speak in a beautiful but unknown language and the young man answered back in a different and familiar tongue, the boy said something solemnly seeming to understand the man, despite the fact that he spoke a different language, and the man replied before turning away from the sea and taking his seemingly younger brother with him.

If Francis had been able to speak the combined old English and Welsh he would have heard the young boy say "brother why did he just leave without a fight like that?" and he would have understood the man replying "because he is not strong like us, he is weak" he also would have understood the boy saying "sometimes strength is lonely Cymru" and the man saying "but you have us and we will always be here for you Albion, I promise you" and if Francis had watched for longer then he would have seen them embrace before taking each other's hand and walking out into the field. But no matter what Francis would never have seen the fairies that fluttered around the two as they made their way home, because no matter what that little boy would always be different to him. So wonderfully different.

So I have the meetings for Scotland and Republic of Ireland planned out the only on I am stuck on is northern Ireland if anyone has any ideas please tell me (in a review or PM) even if you don't have an idea just an opinion of the story or a question please review I really want some feedback on this. Thanks for reading.