"What did you want to talk to me about, Angleterre?" France said with a bit of a surprised look on his face. England would never talk to him unless it was during a World Meeting or bickering about something trivial.
"Well, I had a dream last night." England rubbed the back of his neck nervously. He was told that he should bond with France by his mistress, the Queen. He certainly didn't want to tell the bloody frog about the order, however.
"What was the dream about?" France asked. He had to save this moment. It was one of the precious memories that kept the Frenchman going, after Joanne's death.
"It... It was about that girl you loved so much..." England looked down sadly He had regretted that time. She had done nothing wrong, yet he had burned her.
France looked at England with a shocked face."What... What did she say..?" His voice was wavering, if this was a sign of anything... He wanted to hear it.
England sighed and repeated what she said sadly. "She said... She said that she forgave me. She new I was scared. Scared that... That after I burned her, I would lose you as an ally..." England turned to look at the paintings on France's wall. He didn't want any eye contact. Not right now.
"Lose me..? As an... Ally?" France looked even more worried for the Brit. He would've never thought that that was one of his fears. Nonetheless, he had tried to lighten the mood. "Honestly, I did think about that when you burned her, but I did not, non?"
"You bloody wanker!" England yelled at him. He had tears in his eyes that refused to come out. "I can't forget her face. You loved her so much! I can't forgive myself for it! Damn it all!" At this point, England was crying. He couldn't stop. He had to reveal this. All to France, the man he claims to hate.
"Mon ami, no, little brother," France's heart strings were being pulled one by one seeing this gentleman country cry, "Don't worry. She forgave you, didn't she? You no longer have to suffer from thinking she hates you." He opened his arms and held the younger country stroking his back like an older brother would do.
"Damn... Damn it all, I have to. I did a horrible thing. I took away the one thing you loved." The Brit cried in the older's chest like they used to when England would constantly suffer from bullying from his older brothers of the United Kingdom.
"Love is not just an emotion, and she would've died anyway." The Frenchman reassured. He didn't like to see this former French territory, gentleman pirate, and former empire feel so weak. Soon, he started to cry a bit too. "If she had died just any death, I would've gone mad. I wouldn't even be used to the fact that every war, some people died on the battle field for me. But, you changed that. You made me see that, humans, they are fragile. Yet, they work hard for things and people they love."
"I... guess I did do just that..." The British man chuckled sadly though his tears. The two looked at each other with teary smiles for a while then hugged. The next world meeting, they were described as, 'oddly kind to each other.' Slowly, the world was being mended.
"Next time on World Bonds, Italy Veneziano and Italy Romano!" The female announcer said on the television. England grabbed the remote and immediately turned it off.
"Who in their right mind would think that I would be sorry for what I did to that girl?!" The Brit said half angrily.
"Oui, who would think that I would even hug you in the first place?" The gorgeous Frenchman asked. They looked at each other and smiled.
"Dude, next is the Italy bros. I wonder what kind of sappy story they're gonna make for them." The loud American wondered out loud.
"Aiyah, I have feeling they are going to make one for me and Japan, aru." China sighed.
"Hmm, maybe one for me and my sisters too, da?" Russia asked smiling hopefully.