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Je t'aime - France x England

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Author's note: I love these two way too much. And I love them when they were kids even more. I got bored and felt the need to write this ^^


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Je t'aime,” France cooed into England’s ear. The smaller nation yelped and tried to push himself away.

“Don’t speak that weird language around me!” he huffed. “What did you say anyway?”

France smiled and shrugged. “Nothing, mon petit chou.”

England pouted and puffed out his cheeks. “You’re lying.”

Oui.”

“You’re doing it again!”

“Why does it matter what I said?”

“Well…I…It doesn’t! I…I just want to know is all…” He looked away with a red face.

France laughed. “You will understand someday, petit Angleterre.”

“But I want to understand now!”

Such an insufferable brat. “All right, come here.” He patted his lap and England stared at him with raised eyebrows. “Quoi?”

“How can I trust you…?”

Angleterre, who else will you trust? Your brothers?”

“Never!” the boy snarled.

He smirked. “Thought so.” England gave in and sat in his lap, wanting to leave as soon as France’s arms encircled his body. “Now, you want to know what I said earlier, oui?”

“Y-Yes.”

“It is very simple.” He nuzzled the younger boy’s hair. “Je t'aime.”

“You said that already,” he grumbled.

“Mmm, and I will say it as many times as I like.”

England blushed furiously. “You said you’d tell me what it means!”

“You are smart, Angleterre. You figure it out.”

“But I don’t know your stupid language.”

“Ah, and whose fault is that?”

“Certainly not mine! You’re just weird!”

France chuckled and hugged him close. “Try and guess.”

“I shouldn’t have to guess!”

“Oh?”

“…Just tell me, stupid frog.”

“Non, I cannot. Come see me again when you figure it out.” He stood up and brushed off his tunic. “I shall see you in a few days, Angleterre. Au revoir!”

England watched him leave, feeling frustrated at himself and the other nation. He looked at his fairy friend and pouted. “Do you have the foggiest idea what he said?” The fairy shrugged its shoulders and he sighed. “I figured as much. It had to be something girly though. What do girls always say?” He sat and contemplated a few more minutes before his eyes widened. “It couldn’t have been something so corny, could it?”

He glanced up and saw that France was nearly over the channel back to his home and panicked. He stood and started running as fast as his little legs would allow him. “France!” he called. “France, I think I figured it out!” His face was pink. He had no idea why he was doing this, but it felt right. After all, the other nation had been honest with him.

France turned in the boat he was in. “Did you?” he smiled. “Well? What is it?”

“I…I love you too!”

There was an awkward pause. England stared down at his feet in embarrassment. France blinked before smiling happily. “Very good, Angleterre. You got it right.”

“I did?”

Oui.”

England blushed furiously. “T-Then…”

“Next time I come we will do something special. Je t'aime, mon petit Angleterre!”

England watched as he sailed away across the channel once again, feeling slightly more elated than usual. “Stupid France,” he grumbled.
Je t'aime - I love you
mon petit chou - my little cabbage (a term of endearment)
Oui - Yes
petit Angleterre - little/small England
Quoi - What
Au revoir - Goodbye

These should be right, from my limited knowledge ^^;
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MidnightRainbowFire's avatar
I know french but im not from france so when i read the part where France said 'mon petit chou'
i fell out laughing