Something like a frUK fanfic......
(A/N: ok so this is mah 1st hetalia - axis powers fic nd I wanted to do something different,instead of using countries ima use capitals,which is kinda the same but different.....anyway,on with the story!!! :3 warning: human names used nd of course o obviously own hetalia - axis powers and instead of making a season 5 I'm waisting perfectly good time composição literária a fanficton with OCs >_>")
Grayson Kirkland stumbled through the streets of Paris,drunk as fuck. As funny as it was to see the thick eyebrowed spikey haired 22 ano old stumble around,he was actually quite depressed. He'd just lost the revolutionary war and his little brother,Duncan said he didn't want anything to do with him anymore. Grayson took another sip of rum,only to find the bottle empty."ahhh...." he muttered,throwing it into the ravine (while no one was looking of course) as good as the rum was,it didn't seem to be helping at all. He was still depressed and angry, just way mais drunk."I should probably head back to the hotel now...." he muttered,reaching in his dress pants for his wallet."don't tell me I lef....oh thank god...." he said to himself,finally finding his wallet,when another obviously drunk man stumbled into him. Grayson landed on his stomach,only centimeters away from a face plant into the deep dark waters."watch where you're going you faubish bigot!!!" He yelled at the man. Though it didn't make a difference,seeing as the man was too drunk to realize what he'd just done or what the young brit had yelled at him."stupid frogs,all of them....now where's my wal-" he heard a faint plop from thee ravine. Taking a look,he saw his passport,travel guide and 500 in euros floating down the river. Grayson fumed,today was just not his day. All he had in his suitcase was a bottle of rum,some scones and a couple of t-shirts. He couldn't even go to his hotel since his room card was in his wallet as well. He was so frustrated and depressed tears trickled down his face. Maybe a car would slam into him and he could stay at a hospital. That was the seguinte best thing in France right? It was either that,or call his idiot of a brother who probably wanted nothing to do with him right now. Grayson weighed his options."hospital it is...." he said,rolling into the middle of the street,hugging his knees with his face in them as an oncoming car came at him." Oi monsieur!!!" A voice shouted,grabbing him por the colarinho, colar and onto the safety of the sidewalk just before the car arrived. " Hé vous ne devriez pas être assis au milieu de la route à dix heures trente la nuit, surtout dans la capitale de la France" the Frenchman said. Grayson looked up and his cheeks turned red with rage. "PIERRE YOUU BLOODY WANKA WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT!?!" he shouted,getting some undesirable attention from passersby. Yes Pierre Bonnefoy the younger brother of Francis Bonnefoy and the human personification of Paris. He had a light 5 o clock shadow with his long blonde hair tied in a ribbon with skinny jeans a black T-shirt with fancy French composição literária on it, vans and a purple unzipped jacket. He smirked. "Wii it is moi...." he said running fingers through his long blonde hair. "Grrrr...." grayson growled. "Heh.....in a bit of trouble hm?" "What do you care? It's none of your goddamn business frog...." grayson mumbled. Pierre's smirk grew."because you're *censored*" grayson looked like he was going to puke. "And besides you can stay at my place wii?" Pierre asked. "F-fine.....not like I know anyway else in this bloody town...." grayson said,still feeling nauseous from Pierre's little pervy comment. The 2 walked towards Pierre's house which wasn't far from the Eiffel tower. "Hey frog,what the bloody hell does your camisa say?" Pierre smiled evily."it says my favorito part of myself is I can fit in your pants...." grayson turned green.
Pierre stood over the cama grayson was laying on. The Brit was laying in the cama unconscious and flushed,as Pierre found him when he was drunk on rum,so he was very sick."you're temperature's not going down at all....." Pierre said,staring at the thermometer in the thick eyebrowed man's mouth."you know you'd be much cuter....if you were always this silent....." Pierre said,not really talking to anyone in particular. He smirked seductively."honhonhon now is my big cha-" "HEY FRENCHIE I GOT YOUR TEXT!!!" Duncan,grayson's little brother shouted running in the door. "Hm? What's wrong with the fucker's face?" "HEY CHU BE NICE!!! HE'S SICK WITH A COLD BASTARD!!" "Oh a cold!?! I know the perfect cure mah man!!!"
*20 minutos later*
Duncan layed a burger on his big brother's head. "What the hell? Why ain't it working?" "BECAUSE IT'S GREASY FAST comida STUPID AMERICAN!!!!" "Oh......um what's a cold?" Pierre sweatdropped.
Grayson blushed as he laid in Pierre's lap. "Damn you.....stupid frog......" he mumbled as the frenchie stroked his spikey hair."honhonhon,of course I'm ze stupid one since I'm obviously the one who *censored* for 20 minutos with his worst enemy...." grayson blushed more. "Sh-shut up....." he kissed the frenchman on the cheek."I amor you frog...." "love chu too my little *censored*"
(A/N: awww that was cute wii? ^3^ don't worry this isn't the end of this shipping,but I'm gonna go along with other shippings and make one big dark hetalia - axis powers :3 hasta la pasta!!! ^-^)