There’s probably some other, arbitrary reason why France calls England the black sheep of Europe but let me pretend that France calls England that because England used to own a plush black sheep with the English/British flag tied to it.
Summary: After another disastrous world meeting, you find yourself trying to calm your best friend (and love interest), England. But after being caught in the rain that England is known for, he’s about to break from all the troubles of the day. At least he would if you weren’t there.
“Why must you be so bloody annoying!?!”
“Moi? Annoying? I think you will find that it iz you that is being ze annoying one! You black sheep of Europe! ”
“Shut it you frog!”
“Now now! No need to get so angry. What would (Y/N) say to all this hostility?”
“What the hell would you know!?!”
“Ohonhonhon! Iz little Angleterre getting a bit flustered?”
“Fuck off you condescending twat!”
Once again, England and France were at each other’s throats, making for an even less productive world meeting than usual. Everyone was just sitting there, watching what was going on since even Germany couldn’t get them to break up the fight. Hell, America even ran to his car to get the popcorn he was saving for just an occasion. You sighed, slumping lower into your seat. How had this fight even started? You didn’t know. All you knew was that they were whispering to each other, and then the next minute, they were strangling each other. You liked the pair good enough, but their constant arguing was starting to get on your nerves, even if the British gentlemen was one of your best friends. Why couldn’t thy just make peace with each other and just stay out of each other’s way?
“THAT IS ENOUGH! This meeting isn’t going anywhere, as per usual! So we might as well be more productive with our time and end this meeting until tomorrow. And there better be no arguing or screwing around in tomorrow’s meeting!” Germany shouted, using the authority he was so well known for.
“Awww! But there we’re just getting to the good part!” America argued, flinging another bit of popcorn into the air, catching it in his mouth with expert precision.
“I agree with Germany. For once, I would like to get things done in a meeting. But with the tension and fighting going on, I fear we will not be as productive as we could be. So why don’t we all take a breather from the situation and regroup tomorrow?” You suggested, acknowledging everyone’s gaze in the room with a stare, begging one of them to make a counter argument.
“Well put (Y/N). Now, this meeting is adjourned until tomorrow morning. Don’t be late!” Germany finished, before stacking his papers and making a beeline for the door, Italy happily going after him as if he hadn’t just shouted at everyone.
With that, everyone started to leave the room, no longer interested in what England and France were doing. And after one whispered comment from the Frenchman to the Englishman, France was soon out of the door as well. Leaving just you and him in the room. You could still see the frustration in his movements and the bottled up emotions in his glittering eyes. You knew you had to do something to calm down the Brit. After all, what kind of best friend would you be if you didn’t? So after gathering all of your things together, you made your way across to his side of the table.
“You ok?” You asked, silently standing by, expecting some kind of sarcastic comment from your friend of almost a year.
“Oh! (Y/N). I thought you would have left already with the others. But, yes, I’m fine now that France isn’t here anymore.” He replied, turning his body towards you, giving you a smile that yo knew was fake. From the look on his face, he didn’t want to talk about what just happened. So you wouldn’t
“Well, if you’re sure. You heading straight home?”
“Definitely. I could do with a bit of time to relax on my own.”
“Well then. Let’s head on out.”
The two of you left the room, talking about other, more entertaining topics. Like how you had just finished The Adventure of Sherlock Holmes that England had lent to you a couple of weeks ago, discussing your favourite cases and moments in the series. For a while, you had him in as calm a state as he could be in, evening getting a smile and a joke from him. Such a shame that the world works against those trying to do good. Because by the time that it took to get from the meeting room to the front entrance, it had started to rain. Heavily. For a while the two of you stared at the expanse of London’s streets, now having a more sombre look to them in the grey effect that the rain and the clouds gave.
“I didn’t bring an umbrella.”
“Neither did I.”
The two of you stared at each other, unsure of what to do. Should you make a run to your own cars, or just wait until the rain lets up? England seemed to make the choice for you, as he went and sat on the stairs that were covered by the stone canopy of the meeting centre, mumbling a few obscenities as he did so. Following suit, you sat down next to him, catching the last of his mumblings.
“…Why of all days did these problems have to happen today?”
“You’re not ok at all, are you?” You asked, placing a hand on his back in a comforting manner, causing him to flinch a bit.
“It…It’s nothing love. Don’t worry about it.” He replied, glancing at you before staring out at the rain again.
“Huh?” You questioned when he cut you off with something so simple as a name.
“My human name is Arthur. You don’t have to keep calling me after my personification you know.” He stated, turning to look at you as he held his head in one of his hands.
“…Well, Arthur. You know you can tell me what’s wrong, right? We’ve been friends for so long now. I’d feel bad if you were hiding your feelings without anyone to talk about them with.”
At this statement, his eyes widened, taken aback by the sincerity and kindness in your voice. No-one had ever truly been interested in what troubled him. Hell, even though he was close to America, he would just change the subject after he was done venting, not caring for serious conversation. But here was you, taking an interest in not only the good in him but the bad as well. But he remembered his place. He was a gentleman! He couldn’t complain about his worries. Especially to the person that he cared for so much.
“It’s nothing I can’t get over (Y/N). I will be okay. I promise.” He answered, sure that his constant denial would deter his companion from asking any more questions.
“…You’re lying.” You whispered, taking note of his widened eyes again.
“You’re lying. You’re just going to suppress your emotions and show up normally tomorrow. It isn’t healthy to do that Arthur, and I’m worried that one day, you’re going to explode and hurt yourself if you keep doing that. I don’t care if your troubles are small or not. So please, just tell me what’s wrong.” You finished, scooting closer to him, placing your hand on top of his in a soothing gesture, not wanting the man that you cared so much about to feel like he was alone in his time of need.
He tried to fight his feelings, to contain them and to stop them from spilling out to ears that shouldn’t have to worry about his problems. But with just one sentence, he broke. Anger, sadness, stress and worry came spilling out of his mouth as he grasped your hands in his as if you were his lifeline. He talked about how tired he was of fighting with France and sometimes even America. How annoying it was for everyone to judge him for his past mistakes and not focusing on the present. How everyone thought he was insane because he could see mythical creatures, that he proved were real by showing you, Romania and Norway. It felt so good to get it all off his chest, so he couldn’t stop himself until he was utterly done. But afterwards, he looked into your (E/C) eyes, pulling you into a tight hug, ignoring how hard his heart was hammering against his chest.
“It’s ok Arthur. I’m glad that you told me about all that. I’ll help make sure that all of your worries are put to rest. You can count on me.”
“You have no idea how much better I feel just talking to you about all of this (Y/N). It means the world to me that you would even listen to me.”
“That’s what I’m here for. And don’t worry. No matter what happens, whether you get into more arguments or are put into a difficult position, I’ll always be here for you. Don’t forget that.” You promised, looking up at him with heated cheeks and a smile you reserved only for him.
That last statement made him realise that not only did he care about you, but that he was head over heels for you. And of course, he was on a roll today with letting his emotions go, so he had no restraint for what he did next. Cupping your head with his hands, he bent his head down and kissed you. At first, you were surprised. But you quickly melted into the kiss, revelling in how his lips were soft, tasting like the tea he was drinking during the meeting. But as all things must end, you two needed to breathe, breaking apart from your kiss, touching foreheads as you recovered yourselves.
“…(Y/N)…I like you. A lot. And I’m sorry if that was a bit sudden. I just-”
“It’s ok Arthur. I feel the same way as you. I’m just glad you feel that same way.” You said, silencing him with a finger to his lips.
And you two sat there, smiling at each other like there wasn’t a care in the world. Not noticing that the rain had finally stopped a while ago, or that the sun was starting to set in the sky. All the two of you cared about was each other, and how happy the two of you were at that moment.
Dudes, this is an emergency! As the paper in front of you with those crazy drawings that are supposedly words says, a majority of humanity has been turned into a noppera ghosty blobs by the freaky beam of light that shoots out of other noppera-bo-ba or baaa I don't really know how to say it. Tony, my righteous alien friend told me they're pictonians from the planet Picto. For reals dudes, Picto's way in like, way far outer space.
YOUR BRAIN'S IN WAY FAR OUTER SPACE!
Dude, they're born looking like noppera and they want everybody else looking just like what they're doing, HELLO! Listen up! we can't just let these noppera dudes make earth all freaking boringly white, right? This is wack! We gotta stop these dudes ! Who's with me?... Also, what's a noppera?
Oh yes, I know what they are. It is a Japanese monster without a nose, eyes, or a mouth. It's proper name is nopperabo, okay?
Wait a tick, are you trying to say this is all your fault Japan?
No! I was simply explaining what noppera means! No more, no less.
Why do I have to be turned into noppera because of stupid Japan and scary story...
It's not my fault!
Focus countries ! Japan may have screwed things up, but we still have time to fix it ! Now, your ideas will all suck so listen to me. We'll combine all our military strength! I'll be in command so you can all wear the colors of my flag! All heroes wear red, white, and blue!
I think we should gather under the white flag!
Why in God's name would we put you in charge?
Duh, I be the hero, everybody knows that!
I beg to differ...
Everybody knows I've got the biggest--
No one asked you, cheesy monkey!
Shut up, black sheep of Europe!
I told you not to call me that!
Ugh. They never stop talking...
White flags! Come on, I made a whole lot of them! See! We can each wave our very own!
Japan, you think I'm right, right?
Uh, well, this is why I sense the mood and refrain from speaking.
Russia! What are you gonna do, dude?
I'm going to do fighting!
Rock out my dog, I've got the perfect job for you to have then! Back-up sidekick!
Yeah, every super-hero needs a sidekick, I should know that, I'm the hero! They even make big-budget Hollywood crazy good movies about it!
We also have top-notch productions in the UK!
Um, time-traveling phone booths can only go so far.
Shut it, Pépé le Pew, just because you invented movie-making doesn't mean you're any good at it! All your films are good for are putting me to sleep!
Just have you know, my movies have been very popular lately.
Dude, you can't compete with Michael Bay sequels.
That attitude is why I restrict your films!
Mine are more quietly artistic with cultural story-telling.
My movies are the most fun ones if you want to ask me!
Grr... rgghh... rggghhhh... THAT IS ENOOOOOUUUUUUGH! WHILE YOU SIT HERE AND ARGUE ABOUT NOTHING, MORE OF MANKIND ARE TURNING INTO THOSE NOPPERA OR PICTONIANS OR WHATEVER THEY'RE CALLED!! NOW LISTEN. IF WE HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO THOSE THINGS, WE'LL LOSE OUR FACES SO WE WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE ANY OF US FROM THE OTHER. THINK ABOUT IT YOU DUMMKOPFSSSSSS!
Ha ha ha. No need to argue, 'cause I'm right!
I know my ideas are best because otherwise I kill them.
I'm only allowed to hear my thoughts and those are the ones I like.
Alright then. I'm done here. I don't know why I even thought that we could have a simple discussion. That's not how we work, is it? What a waste. This entire meeting has been pointless. I will do what I have to do and you do what you have to.
(Germany leaves the room; soon followed by everyone else)
That's exactly what I was going to say.
There's too much fighting together to figure out if we should even fight together anyway.
I am far too gorgeous to have been in a stuffy room for so long.
I am far too gorgeous to- Shut up France!
Ha ha ha ha! I was just trying to help! I don't need you guys, I'm the hero!
Ah. My belly. It hurts.
Uhuh! Hey, wait up you guys! Come on, don't leave me here by myself!
[Camera shoots to Canada, who is sitting alone.]
I'm still here. And I hate to complain, but no one even bothered to ask my opinion.
*throws arms up in the air, praising all the deities of the universe. Someone asked me about FrUk**also hugging you mentally*
Here we go with my long testements!
Who would be the big spoon? To be honest I think they switch. Most of the times I believe it’s France, because let’s face it he’s a complete cuddler but on days that Francis is all stressed and tired, England doesn’t even say anything he just wraps his arms around him in bed and stay like that completely still. They don’t even need to talk, Arthur just knows when Francis needs to be conforted. And it’s more times than people think, France has that fantastic ability of hiding what’s worrying him but he can’t fool England. And Francis is thankful for that.
Who would wake up first? In my point of view there are two kinds of waking up. The France waking up, where he stays still laying next to England, petting his hair and smiling lovingly until he falls asleep again. The England waking up where he actually gets up but not after he makes sure that he didn’t disturbed France, tugged his blankets properly so he’s not cold and kiss him softly on the forehead.
You two are so cute to each other when one is asleep
Do they have nicknames for each other? The list is infinite and we all know it. From Frog to Black Sheep of Europe, the nicknames are endless. But then we have sweet nicknames, that are only said in private. And if you think England goes all blushing bride when France calls him mon amour, in my mind France completely melts and swoons when England calls him my love or my dear. He will never admit it out loud but Arthur’s british accent is one of his weak spots.
Like England doesn’t know and doesn’t use it to his advantage ahah
What happened when they met each other’s parents? I have this headcanon that Britannia and Gaul were total bffs and Gaul used to visit Britannia a lot, bringing little France with her. So they know each other parents for a long long time. France used to tease England, how was it possible that he had such a nice and lovingly mother and he was a tiny grumpy catterpillar. England could never say anything about Gaul because she was all out going and fabulous like France, but England liked her a lot, she was nice to him unlike her horrible, stupid son.
I don’t know why but I feel like Gaul and Britannia were the first FrUk shippers. Also bonus points because when they were very very very little, England used to think that France was a girl so he used to bringing flowers all shy, until one fatidic day the truth was revealed. And England would still bring him flowers. The crush is strong on this one ahah After that event Gaul and Britannia were the founding mothers of the FrUk team
How do they apologize after an argument? If they were easy individuals to deal with a simple “I’m sorry” would do, but since we are talking about France and England and nothing is easy about them and between them of course that it takes so much more than that. First of all they are both stubborn as hell, in order for one of them to apologize that means that someone has to admit that he’s wrong and the other is (heavens mercy) right. The fun part is, they are always arguing over the smallest things so they have developed techniques to end the arguments without actually apologizing directly. If it is an argument in front of everyone, when they finally stop fighting and be quiet, I assure you that the argument isn’t over, it was postphoned. They will get back to it when they are alone that’s for granted. There will come to a point where they have the perfect notion that the argument is stupid so without compromising their prides they start bickering over the postphoned subject, getting closer and closer, lowering the voice tone, until it’s practically a mutter, England will hold France’s hands, kinda like intertwining their fingers and France will start giving little butterfly kisses on England’s lips. Give it a minute and the argument is over, the apologies are accepted without being actually said and the rest is history. For more serious arguments, this technique is not appliable one of them will have to apologize for real or perhaps both have. And they can hold a grudge against each other for long time if they have to although each one is dying to make peace with the other. Eventually they get around and forgive each other but not after a serious talk. Everything will seem a bit cold between them after that but soon we’ll have England leaving a rose “by complete accident” on France’s desk and France running to England to hug him.
What would they be like as parents? I think FACE family speaks for itself. France being the cool dad and England the overworried mother. America and Canada were much loved by both.They still are, no matter how many centuries pass, they will always be their precious sons and I’m sure that they see France and England as their parents Who is more romantic? The correct question is, who is more obviously romantic? France of course, after all he is the country of love. He gives huge bouquets of flowers, he takes England on romantic dinners shows to everyone that England is the one he loves and adores Now who is romantic in a more discreet way but when he wants he’s very very smooth and is a talented silver tongue that can put the country of love on his knees with his sweet talk? England clearly. Being more discreet does not mean he’s less romantic. Quite the contrary. Dark rooms, candles and cuddling while he can give wings to his romantic declarations, that’s England’s game. What sort of gifts do they get for each other? Most of the time silly things I bet. I’m sure that at some point in life France bought England a set of Eiffel Towers of different sizes “so you wouldn’t miss me while I’m gone~” Without blinking England grabs the smallest one ”I don’t know I still think the artist is being generous…”
Who gets jealous easiest? Here in opposite of who’s more obviously romantic, France is way more discreet on his jealousy. England will try (the key word being try) to act like he doesn’t care, oh but he cares. A lot. But he will not throw a fit over it. Like he would show that he’s bothered for someone flirting with France. As if! But his face will say everything and since he can’t stand seeing that happening he will leave. France in a way is more “liberal” until certain point. It’s England that we’re talking about. As much as he loves love, it bothers him that someone tries to flirt with England. He will boycott the flirting as soon as he can and get extremely close to England, like a “discreet” hint that he’s onto the person who’s flirting with Arthur. It would be funny to see France and England flirt with other people just to annoy each other until they are just shouting compliments to their partner but looking straight to each other. ”YOU HAVE GORGEOUS EYES!” ”I LOVE THE WAY YOU LAUGH!” ”YOU’RE SO SMART AND INTELLIGENT!” ”I KNOW I COMPLAIN ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME BUT I LIKE YOUR FRENCH ACCENT!” *supposed partner* “B-But I’m not french…” ”OF COURSE YOU DO. YOU DO KNOW THAT I COULD HEAR YOU TALK JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR ENGLISH ACCENT RIGHT??” *the other supposed partner* “And I’m not english…”
And now they are just blatantly flirting with each other awkwardly xD Who gets more excited for events e.g.. Birthdays, Christmas? Christmas is always the perfect excuse for them to spend time together, because it is canon that they spend holidays together. if they don’t they always call each other, so they get both excited for Christmas and holidays. And also England freaking out if France is spending the holiday on his place because he wants everything to be perfect and nothing goes like he wants (I feel like there’s always some sort of “disaster” before France arrives, a stray cat got in and got everything dirty, the christmas tree fell and now he has to put it back to place in a rush etc etc)
Who is the most adventurous? Probably England, he likes ghosts and that sort of things he wouldn’t mind take walking on cemeteries and supposedly “haunted places” I want to see France take him to the Paris catacombs though. Who is the most protective? Both definately. It’s funny how they are always fighting but if someone dares to say something bad about one of them they immediately step forward in defending the other. I think that once America called something to England and France went all full mode protective. “How dare you insult your father in front of me!” What would they have been like as childhood sweethearts? Ok so once upon a time I read a fic that although was FrUk there were certain elements that I didn’t agreed with (example: America being the obsessive violent boyfriend) but there was a certain part recalling their childhood that was too perfect, it’s the perfect description for their childhood and also their first kiss, in which I shall pass it here because that headcanon is my headcanon.
”For a while they just sat in silence watching the blossom continue swirling and the sun beat down on the ocean in the distance which glittered like a thousand jewels. “Francis?” “Oh, he speaks!, mon dieu!” “Fine – if you’re going to be like tha-” “Non, non, mon petit, you know I am kidding. What is it?”
England slowly turned himself round so he was sitting facing France cross legged, his hands knitted tightly in his lap. “Have you..ever..kissed anyone?”
France blinked largely for a few seconds before stretching his legs out again and setting a knowing smile on his smile. “Of course, Angleterre. I am a lover non?” Arthur looked down to his hands, nodding tightly. A second later he began picking at his nails.
“Was that an..invitation?” France teased, smirking slightly. When England didn’t respond his smile began to fade. “Oh..” Arthur shook his head slowly, a blush beginning to stain his usually pale cheeks “Forget it – I shouldn’t have asked”
Francis watched England’s expression steadily, watching the way the nerves made Arthur’s lips twitch as he kept forming words and not following them through. England’s scruffy blonde hair looked a little bit more tamed than usual and a thought swam into his mind. An effort to look good for him? ‘Ow mignon..
“D'accord” France breathed, exhaling loudly before turning his body so he was facing Arthur. As an afterthought he shifted onto his knees to be more comfortable. England didn’t raise his head but just kept it facing downwards, his eyes following the movement his thumb was making as he traced circles in his palm.
Softly Francis reached out to touch the powder like texture of England’s cheek, his finger tips stretched out tentatively before he realised that Arthur wasn’t making a move to bat him away. He slid his hand to cup Arthur’s chin in his palm. Unusually for a man the Briton had a rather petite facial structure.
“Are you going to look at me, mon petit?” England’s eyes flicked around quickly, to the floor, the sky, the hills, vaguely to France’s face and then away again. Francis sighed. “S’il vous plait?” As though it cost him a great effort to lift his green eyes up from the floor Arthur finally obliged and met the Frenchman’s bright blue eyed gaze.
They both leant forwards. More blossom petals fell on to their heads and settled in their hair. A slight wind whipped around them causing Francis to shiver. Arthur’s lips were soft, that was the Frenchman’s first thought. Both youngsters sat there, unsure of what to do, slowly moving their lips against each other’s with their eyes tightly closed.
It wasn’t until a couple of minutes later when the pair opened their eyes and ceased their intimate encounter that they realised their hands were then neatly twined around each other.” - The author
-*BONUS: Song to sum them up?* You mean I have to choose a song between THOUSANDS of songs I have for them?? Fine I’ll go with this one although there are so many songs of Within Temptation that fit them like a glove
Sarah Brightman - Fleurs du Mal -Do I ship it? No. Absolutely not. Who dares to claim such profanities about my person? I spent hours writing all this because I hate this ship. Obviously. I am FrUk trash, there’s no going back
So, I was out with my family the other day and we were hungry. As we were looking around, I happened to notice this jolly ol’ Union Jack across the street, and being the hetalia fan I am, I had to get a better look.
And so, it was proven true that Britain is the Black Sheep (of Europe).
We looked at the menu, but the only thing listed that sounded any good was the fish and chips (But maybe that’s just because we’re Americans), which we ended up getting at another place anyway.