Because I'm bored...

...and I still need to think about the Nyo! and 2P! version of Navy...

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She didn't like this.

She didn't like this at all.

She grimaced as he held her wrists firmly against the wall, smiling back at her slyly.

Francis Bonnefoy wasn't one to force love onto others.

Rather, he believed in the opposite.

It had started just recently, when he had discovered her. He had fought for her, then had left her, then had come begging back for her. She had hated him for that. She couldn't face him for years.

But the fact that Navy hadn't noticed Francis' change in behaviour hurt her dearly.

At first, she had noticed the way he had glanced at her from the corner of his eye. It was rather strange, yes, but the state guessed that he was only concerned.

Then, after that, he had stopped seeing her altogether.

Until tonight.

"Why are you so scared, Navy?" Francis caressed her cheek, cooing softly. "I would never hurt you...never." She tried to tell herself that, yet she still trembled all over. The nation kissed the state multiple times on the neck, working his way upwards until he reached her lips. He hummed contently to himself as he drew away slowly, smirking back at Navy. She dared to look up, only to see Francis with tears in his eyes, his smile slowly fading.

"Pardon, pardon..." he mumbled, the tears flowing rapidly down his cheeks. He drew away from Navy, finally letting go of her aching wrists. Navy frowned, saddened by the sight of the Frenchman crying. She still hated him immensely, of course she did, but she couldn't bear to see him upset.

"Francis-" Navy reached her arm out towards him, but he turned away quickly, moving away from her arm as if it were some sort of deadly object.

"Non, non...I can not hurt you any more, Navy. I have to leave you now. I would only hurt you if I stayed." Before she could even reply, Francis raced out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The state only stared at the door before finally regaining her composure.

"Honestly, Francis," she sighed, collapsing down onto a seat and looking down at the floorboards. "You're always so...immature..." Navy grimaced as a tear escaped from her eye. She swallowed hard, her voice croaking slightly. "I miss you already."

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YAY.

SAD STUFF.

Okay, I honestly don't know what that was...

...but I'm going to publish this anyway.

...

;-;