aph hetalia i am country

And I've always been aware of little Arthur's temper, Nissan~" Francis patted the attendant's shoulder with a smile, and then pushed him towards the exit, "Go ahead with your work, I'll wait~ "

The attendant thought for a while, anyway Lord Arthur would not be bullied, he usually saw Lord Arthur beating Francis, so he didn't bother Francis with peace of mind.

I lay on the bed and found that there was no movement outside, so I sat up curiously.

That guy Francis is gone?

So fast?Not like his style.

I was still so puzzled when the door was knocked again.

"Ah, please don't bother me, tell my boss that I don't want to fight China. If it's about that bastard Francis, just drive him away."

"Little Arthur, how could you treat my brother like this~ Brother, I'm so sad."

The frivolous voice made countless fires in my head for no reason. I picked up the pillow and threw it at the door: "Did I let you in, you bloody bastard!"

"Your temper is getting more and more irritable, which is not good for your country." Francis took the pillow helplessly, "You are not such a reckless person, little Arthur."

After feeling for a long time, there was no pillow, so I turned my head away from Francis' face: "It's up to you."

"It's because..." He suddenly stretched his voice and walked to my side, whispering in my ear, "Wang Yao?"

"!!!"

"Look at your expression, it really is like this~"

"?!!!" My expression is so obvious? !

Francis suddenly laughed and sat next to me, hugging his forehead and rubbing his forehead vigorously: "Oh little Arthur, your expression is so cute! You have ignored my brother for a long time, brother, I really miss you to death."

"I'm thinking about my land again, stop it and get off my bed, you bastard!"

I directly gave him a jaw punch and put him down on the bed: "I'm going to settle Al's account with you!"

Seeing that I was about to hit him in the face again with my fist, usually Francis would pretend to be dead in front of me, but this time he sat up suddenly and hugged me in his arms!

This……

This……

Is this a technique to block the enemy? ? ! !

"Little Arthur is something we can talk about later than Al, brother, I want to know one more thing now..."

"You...do you like Wang Yao?"

The author has something to say: I see that you are urging me to update the article... Sigh, history is making me dizzy...

Babes, lend me some European energy!That little bitch of my CP made another ssr! ! !Ahhhhh!I can't do it!If the labor and management get the ssr, there will be three guarantees on that day!

☆, ominous premonition

I didn't react to Francis' question for a while, and frowned unconsciously: "Why are you asking this?"

"My brother, I feel a sense of crisis~"

Francis winked at me ambiguously.

Of course, I thought his eyebrows were twitching today, and I grabbed his collar and stared at him: "I told you Francis, don't change the subject for labor and management, now you fucking get out of labor and management!"

"Alas..." He elongated his voice to express the grievances in his heart, but I have never accepted his tricks, "It is obvious that Little Arthur is changing the subject~"

"Shut up and get off my bed!"

Reasoning with BT, I knew from the beginning that it would not be of any use.

So for people like Francis, it can only be solved violently!

"When I need my brother, I will forcefully kiss my brother and sleep on my brother's bed. If I don't need my brother, I will abandon me." He didn't know where he took out a handkerchief and looked at me with teary eyes. "Sure enough, little Arthur has a new love—"

Me: "... you are telling me about the past, believe it or not, I blew up your house." God damn has a new love.

"Brother, I..."

His voice suddenly became serious, which startled me, and I met his beautiful blue-purple eyes in astonishment.

"Brother, I..." He raised his hand to touch my face, then my hair, eyelids, nose, and lips, "But I'm very conscious of a rival in love~"

What's more, this time it was Little Arthur who took the initiative to like someone.

"I don't know if it's because of my failure in expressing or because your little head is too rigid, little Arthur," Francis said with a helpless sigh, "or if it's because you deliberately don't want to believe the meaning of my words, little Arthur."

Me: "..." Don't...say any more.

"Brother, I want to get you. In fact, little Arthur, you understand the meaning of my words~"

I:"……"

I let his hands run through my hair because I couldn't move.

Whenever Francis smiled happily like this now, I knew that my expression was not going anywhere.

"Brother, I love little Arthur like this, but I always want to grab everything from my brother, but as soon as Wang Yao appeared..."

"Little Arthur, you seem to have become a good baby in an instant~"

I:"……"

"Your expression will make brother think that his guess is right~"

I wanted to refute something but I found I couldn't say anything.

I could only watch Francis' triumphant smile gradually widen until he said the next sentence——

"I've said it before, my brother and I are very conscious of rivals in love."

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"Arthur..."

It's this strong fragrance again, smoky.

I looked at the beauty lying on the dragon chair with black hair hanging down the ground - Wang Yao.

Seeing my obsessed eyes, he said to me softly: "I want opium."

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☆, I have changed

It was this dream again.

It's like warning me again.

almost there...

Opium Wars.

As Sun Ke, I was scared.

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"Let's go to war directly."

The boss told me.

I can't understand, it's not the same as history.

Obviously... not like this...

Shouldn't it be the Opium War first?

"Can't……"

"Arthur," the boss looked at me, not in the usual compromising way but with a dark and firm look, "don't hesitate anymore."

"You are a country."

I want to go away.

but I can not.

I heard cheers outside.

"Master of the motherland! I wish you a successful return!"

"Victory again! The British Empire!"

"Master of the motherland, you will surely win."

Outside, as before.

Like I used to go out.

But this time the target is not Francis, but the motherland I loved, respected and admired so much——Wang Yao.

The boss and the people said that I was going to go to China.

And unlike in history, he doesn't even want to open up the Chinese market, like directly occupying it.

"Do not……"

I opened my mouth as if to protest, but I couldn't say anything because the eyes of my boss were stuck in my throat.

【"Arthur, you are a country."】

"Go and tell your people," the boss came to the balcony and pointed to the cheering crowd below, "tell them that you don't want to go to war for them, and ignore your own country for your own selfish desires."

"You talk to them."

I:"……"

I can't face my people, and I can't face Wang Yao with a gun right now.

dragging...

I'm dragging.

Surely something can change...

"Let's go another way."

I said this to my boss.

The boss looked at me with milder eyes: "Tell me what you think."

---------------

I suggested that although China is secluded from the outside world, it is not good to start a war head-on anyway. It is better to open the Chinese market and sell some valuables so that they have to buy and consume China's money.

"So... what do you want to sell to keep them coming..."

"opium."

I calmly talked to my boss, but silently closed my eyes and refused to look.

I know that no boss can agree to not say this.

The boss looked a little surprised, probably not as amazing as I thought I could do it.

I suddenly remembered a sentence I read before.

[Don't say I've changed, it's all thanks to you. 】

Thanks to history.

I have changed.

Becoming less selfish.

The author has something to say: I have decided, and I will finish him after I write it almost!

I don't write long stories anymore!

☆, never born

My self-esteem, like the lotus in April, can't lift my head at all.

When I forcibly opened the door and saw Wang Yao lying on the dragon chair, his expression was a little stunned and then annoyed.

I didn't expect that we would meet again like this.

It's been a while since I last saw you, I always...

always……

I always dream of him, but when he stands in front of me, the beauty in the dream is simply inferior.

He looked at me.

Somewhat confused, do not know what I want to do.

This is the 'person' I have been thinking about all my life.

"Arthur? What are you doing at my house?"

Wang Yao raised his head and asked me, his beautiful eyes looked down at me.

I feel like I can't move.

I can't even move my mouth.

Say what?What should I say?

I thought I could do it, and just insisted on saying those mean words for a few minutes, but I couldn't speak at all when I stood in front of him.

Probably not expecting me to say it, the boss shook his head and said something to the people behind, the translator came out and told Wang Yao our purpose this time.

I looked at Wang Yao silently.

I beg you.

I beg you to agree.

Stop resisting.

I don't want to fight with you.

I can admit that Al is independent and can endure a hundred years of loneliness, but I can't... I don't want to do anything to you.

I closed my eyes silently, quietly waiting for their reply.

"no!"

Accompanied by the translator's reply, I slowly opened my eyes, and my boss said to me, "It's war, Arthur."

Me: "...um."

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"Arthur! Let me go!"

I said that Wang Yao was under him and put his hands on top of his head.

I know he is angry.

I pressed Wang Yao tightly.

I don't want him to see what's going on with his people.

I let his fists pound on me.

"Arthur, the Chinese boss agreed!"

When the good news came to hug me, Wang Yao gave me a hard look, with a look of contempt in his eyes: "What? What do you want when the news you want comes?!"

"..."

It would be a lie to say I don't feel bad.

I have worked hard.

But nothing can be said.

But got nothing.

I let go of Wang Yao's hand, but I hugged him.

"you!"

Wang Yao exclaimed and wanted to push me away, but then there was no movement.

Until he came over for a while and asked me: "Why are you crying?"

I let go of him, feeling something cold run across my cheek.

did i cry?

right.

too painful.

I can't say anything, I really want to say how much I want to change history.

I can't tell, and no one will know what I've been through.

"What are you crying for?" Wang Yao asked me again.

"I never knew when I started to like you, love you."

Tears welled up in an instant, I smiled and said to Wang Yao, ignoring his astonished eyes.

"I loved you before I was born as a nation."

"I thought I'd get used to something..."

"But it really doesn't work—"

Nothing can be changed, nothing can be done.

The author has something to say: ah...

what……

Surprisingly, I figured it out.

☆, not the same

I am delusional.

Delusional about something.

Dream about the impossible.

I am a human being.

I'm just a human being, not a god, not a demon, nothing.

"You are a nation."

Faced with such words, I couldn't say anything.

"Arthur?" Wang Yao looked at me in astonishment, my tears dripped on Wang Yao's red clothes and turned crimson.

I hugged Wang Yao but didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes. I didn't let him go until my boss asked me to go back.

I know my boss must be very angry with me.

Falling in love with other countries is something he never allowed me to do.

"I just said, you have always thought of the people, and you with a violent personality, how could you repeatedly refuse to swallow such a beautiful person like Wang Yao?"

The voice behind him was not as joking as usual.

Francis looked at me with a smile: "If you are like this, will Little Al know?"

I didn't understand what he meant, I didn't know how to hook up with Al again, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes and looked back at him.

Francis looked surprised: "Hey, little Arthur, don't you notice it at all?"

I still looked at him with the expression of 'what the hell are you talking about' and didn't speak.

"Little Alta,"

"But I love you as a lover."

The wind suddenly blew up, and my hair was blocked in front of my eyes by the wind, so I couldn't see Francis's expression clearly.

is that a lie……

Al likes me like a lover?How can it be? ? ?

I was too shocked to wake up late to notice something dark in Francis' eyes.

"Little Arthur, you are not the same as us."

"You know how to own a country. You want to devour him, ravage/ravage him, integrate him into your own bones, let every piece of his body have his own traces, and make him inseparable from himself."

As Francis spoke, he raised his hand to touch my face, and my voice reflected in his violet eyes made me a little creepy.

He touched my face very gently, and then his fingers slid from my eyes to my chin.

Finally sighed.

"You know all this, but little Arthur, you are different from us~"

"You love Wang Yao but you don't want to have him," he said slowly while helping me smooth my bangs that were blown by the wind, "this is really scary."

"..."

"What the hell are you thinking, what's wrong with you as a country."

He asked me, but I couldn't speak.

【"You are a country."】

【"Your name—Britain."】

【"Master of the motherland, what you accept is the love and affection of the common people."】

【"Don't be willful."】

"I'm not..." I'll tell the truth, "I'm not a country... I'm just a person."

A son and daughter of China named 'Sun Ke'.

A middle school student who only lived 16 years old in his memory.

A young girl with a bad temper and bad temper.

A... student who doesn't even know much about history.

"Arthur, you've changed."

"You were much stronger than you are now"

I:"……"

Yes, go forward without fear and bring hope to the people.

Before meeting Wang Yao.

☆、There are always a lot of troubles

The boss started selling opium/film to Wang Yao.

And what I have to do is to close my eyes, pretend not to see, pretend not to hear, pretend not to speak.

Everything I did made me feel wronged for the first time.

Obviously trying to help stop it, but in the end it looks like I did it.

What beautiful words are said is like a speck of dust in the face of history and facts. Everything is reasonable but unexpected.

"Master Arthur."

I played with a piece of jade I stole from Wang Yao's palace and repeatedly teased without looking up: "Huh?"

"Your brother... no, the United States is here to visit you."

I stopped what I was doing and sighed slightly: "I don't want to see him."

There is nothing to say. I said so much before and he finally left me.

"Little Al...but he loves you like a lover. '

Francis' words lingered in my head, and I scratched my hair in annoyance.

letter?Do not believe?

The answer is not important anymore, there is no connection anyway.

I tell myself that and I get more and more irritable.

A guard came after a while.

"Master Arthur, Lord Alfred said that if you don't go to see him, he will not leave."

I almost fell out of my seat on hearing this report.

How old is he and still playing with a little temper?

"Then let him wait outside."

I lay on the bed and covered myself with a quilt to express my determination not to see him.

But when I close my eyes, I feel that there are blue daisies in front of me, and Al and I sang, ate, played, and drew in the blue daisies when we were young...

This feeling is really terrible.

I opened my eyes and looked at my watch.

〖One Point 37. 〗

I decided to go out to the bathroom, definitely not because I wanted to see if that silly brother was really freezing in the middle of the night or something!

I carefully hid behind the pillars and watched the scenery outside.

It was empty and there was no one there, and I looked again and there was no one on the seat.

"What... No, it's better to leave and mess with me,"

I was still muttering when I felt a force hug me from behind.

"Hhhhhh I knew Arthur that you would be worried about me, so come and see me!"

"I'm tm to go to the toilet, and the ghost is here to see you!"

Al looked at me and blinked: "Then Arthur, are you a ghost?"

"you……"

I was just about to talk about this bastard, and what Francis said to me was in my head again. A strange feeling grew in my heart, which made me avoid his embrace unconsciously.

Al also felt that something was wrong. Normally, Arthur would grab his ear and chatter a lot, but now Arthur didn't talk to him with a weird expression.

The man's intuition told Al that something bad was going to happen.

"Well, since this is the case, I'm going back to sleep, you! Go back quickly and don't bring it with me."

I pointed at Al and waved him away with a disgusted expression.

There have been a lot of things going on recently, and I really don't want to do any more.

"Arthur, are you feeling unwell? You used to be moved to tears when you saw a hero."

"..... OK, OK, I'm touched, I'm touched, you go." Although I really want to complain about Al's thick skin, I really don't want to stay in this embarrassing situation for one more minute.

Al didn't say anything and I took it as acquiescence.

I was about to go back to the room when I was suddenly forced into a corner by him, his sea blue eyes became a little sharp.

"What are you kid doing..."

"My brother," Al interrupted, looking at me with eyes I had never seen before, "what do you know?"

☆、Understand but useless

"..."

When he asked me that, I didn't know what to say.

Although I'm curious whether Al has feelings for me like Francis said, I'm more afraid of the consequences if he answers 'yes' than that.

I'm afraid I won't be able to see him in the future.

"Why are you avoiding the hero?"

He asked me again that the hand holding my arm was a little hard.

This gave me a reason to get rid of him and pull me.

"It hurts, Al, let me go," I used this to shake him off and pretended not to understand, "How do you know? What are you talking about?"

Probably cheated Al, he was silent for a moment, then smiled and said to me: "It's nothing."

"Ah, it's so late, go back quickly, I'm going back to bed too." I patted Al on the shoulder and yawned to pretend to be sleepy.

"That……"

Al took my hand and smiled at me like before: "Before you go, Arthur, can you give me a kiss?"

"..."

I believe my face twitched immediately.

If it was before, I should have said a few words and then kissed him, but it is different now!

I pushed back, feeling like I was in a cold sweat: "Ah? How old are you, it's getting late, you should hurry back!"

As I said, I pushed him out, and I dared to look up at his face every day, because I knew he must have noticed something.

I forced Al to go out and ran back to the room and locked the door by myself in the quilt.

【"Arthur, you have changed."】

【"You used to be much stronger than you are now."】

I remembered what Francis said to me, and I felt more and more useless, trying to change everything but nothing changed.

I don't want to suffer those consequences.

Because I no longer have the courage to guess the size of those consequences.

How well I know that every step I take is actually a trap set by history for me, but I am powerless.

In the past few days, I was detained at home by my boss and was not allowed to go out to visit Wang Yao.

And Francis tried to find me several times, but I turned the door on me.

Because now when I think of Francis, my mind is full of British and French allied forces lighting up the Old Summer Palace or something.

Very strange.

I don't know how many years have passed, I have completely forgotten many things, even I have forgotten John's appearance.

But when it comes to this kind of time.

The history class taught to me by teachers in junior high school came to my mind.

This has happened more than once.

This kind of thing will become a dream to haunt me, and the closer the day is, the deeper my dream will be.

Nightmare.

There were many times when I would stand up in terror and sometimes break down.

Knowing that the nightmare is coming, I can't do anything, because everything I do is close to the dream.

I have recently started dreaming, but the dreams are not very clear.

I dreamed that Wang Yao was lying on the dragon chair and looking at me, with tears in his eyes, and I was standing in front of him, holding a boy by the hand.

I couldn't see the boy's face clearly, but I could only hear Wang Yao talking to me.

"Treat him well."

This may be another prophetic dream, how many times I wish that the dream is the opposite of the reality, but the cold feeling in the dream makes me unable to think about it.

I understand everything and can't stop anything.

It's a sin to know sometimes, because you can't stop but watch him go on.

The author has something to say: Alas... What kind of war should be in the future?

Burning the Old Summer Palace was written after losing before the First World War [Lying on the ground] I'm going to study history

☆, Wang Jialong

It is a dream that will eventually wake up.

When I woke up, I learned that my boss had negotiated back.

The boss told me that he would allow me to see Wang Yao in a few days.

Although I don't really want to see my boss's unhappy face, but in order to see how Wang Yao is doing now, I have to greet him.

"Ah, Lord Arthur, are you here... to welcome your boss back?"

It was inconceivable for everyone to see me with a dirty face on my face. After all, I hadn’t been there to greet my boss when he came back from the war since I made a fuss about it last time.

"he came."

As soon as I raised my head, the unexpected boss's expressionless face was full of joy at this moment, and he hurried over to see me, obviously a little surprised.

I scratched my head uncomfortably and turned my face away.

"Oh, God, my dear motherland, look what I brought back for you!" He said excitedly, pulling my arm and dragging me to the front.

I turned around and found that there was a very small and cute boy beside my boss.

This young man looks a bit like Wang Yao, and he wears ancient Chinese costumes, so it is inevitable that I start to feel happy for this Chinese-style young man.

"This is your new brother." The boss said to me happily and pushed the little boy in front of me. "Introduce yourself."

The boy's eyes looked lifeless, he just saluted me respectfully and said, "My name is Wang Jialong."

It has the same surname as Wang Yao.

As I thought about it, what he said later caught me off guard.

"It's Hong Kong, I will trouble you in the next few days."

……Hongkong……

My head is a little hot.

Some memories like fragments are shown in my mind, the handover of Hong Kong in 1997.

The Chinese people are shouting, cheering, singing, and dancing, spreading joy to every corner.

Yeah, yeah, it's history, and I forgot again.

Hong Kong, British Concession.

This hateful humiliation was still fresh in my memory when I was a child, but now I am the villain.

"...Wang Jialong..." I half-kneeled on the ground and looked up at this young man who is closely related to Wang Yao, "You left your motherland...Aren't you reconciled?"

"Not reconciled," he answered me without any waves, "Not reconciled, but I can't stop it."

Yes, not reconciled.

Yes, it can't be stopped.

Fate kills everything, not even fantasies.

How long ago was the blood of the dragon flowing through my body and now I can only be the 'fate' who killed them.

I hugged him even though he didn't react at all now: "Yes, resist me, resist fate."

Wang Jialong: "..."

"You have to persevere, no matter how persistent you are, you will definitely be able to return to your home and be with your family."

His calm eyes finally changed, and he looked at me in astonishment.

I just think.

I just think,

Don't follow in my footsteps.

☆, my selfish heart

Don't follow in my footsteps.

Pain will accompany you all your life, physical sound, and ugly scars on your mind that will never be erased.

Wang Jialong didn't get in touch with me at the beginning, probably because he was neither cold nor indifferent, I don't care, after all, I used to have Wang Yao's blood on my body like him, and I always have a sense of attachment to Wang Jialong.

Maybe our identity is no longer the same as before, but as long as the blood of the Chinese people flows through the body, no matter how long it takes, the heart is in the motherland.

"You will definitely be able to return to Wang Yao's side in the future." I said to him like this, while stopping the pen in my hand.

I said this sentence to him not once or twice, every time I would say this to him when he was in a fugue.

I know he is homesick.

"I heard..." He suddenly reacted and his eyes moved from the window to me, "You like Wang Yao."

"...Well, I like Wang Yao."

like very much.

love it.

"Then why do you bother big brother to rest at home?"

"Because I am a country." I replied, suddenly thinking of my first boss, the first truth he told me was - you are a country.

"There are many things that I can't decide on my own. I'm sorry for making you leave your homeland."

"...you don't have to be so nice to me," his brown eyes looked at me but couldn't reflect my shadow, "after all, I'm in your house now."

"...Sorry." I didn't even know why I kept apologizing.

Probably for a sense of redemption.

"Lord Arthur," the servant knocked on the door, "Mr. Francis is here."

I feel my eyebrows twitching.

Why do I feel like he's coming to me so frequently recently?Is it my illusion? ? ?

I took a sip of tea and said calmly, "Let him get out."

"This..." The servant looked at me with convulsions, shutting out other countries...it doesn't seem very good, does it?

"Oh, little Arthur is still so embarrassed~"

Before the servant left, Francis got out from nowhere and dragged the servant out of the door and slipped in by himself.

"Who's tm shy! You red wine bastard," I didn't even look at it, picked up the vase on the table and threw it behind, and as expected, I heard no one fell to the ground.

"Little, little Arthur is really, really enthusiastic..." Francis crawled up sickly one second with the blood on his forehead, and then suddenly flashed to my side in the next second and opened my eyes wide He was so frightened that he immediately hugged me and fell on the sofa.

"Ah, little Arthur, brother, I miss you the second I don't see you! Come on, come on, give brother a kiss, mu~"

"Ahhh, don't come here!" Seeing Francis' mouth approaching, I was so scared that I immediately slapped Francis backhand to delete it.

The strength was just right enough to hit Francis on the head. Who knew that this guy changed from hugging my neck to hugging my waist all of a sudden and would not let go.

Wang Jialong: "...Do I need to avoid it?"

"No no no!!!" I waved my hands hastily, "You don't need to avoid it!"

"Oh?" Francis, who was pretending to be dead just now, suddenly sat up and looked at Wang Jialong with interest, "I just realized that there is a cute little brother here~"

"Feeling~" Francis suddenly raised my chin with his hand, and he also looked at me, "He looks a bit like Wang Yao~"

I:"……"

Wang Jialong: "..."

Francis still has the same sweet smile as before, but his violet eyes are too deep for me to see through.

"Little Arthur, do you have selfish intentions in keeping him~"

The author has something to say: I have a final exam tomorrow! !

Please lend me some character! ! ! !

☆, eager kiss

I wasn't the only one who was surprised when he said that.

Wang Jialong looked at me in astonishment.

I was at a loss for words,

…………………So do you all think that I kept him by my side on purpose? !

I was a little aggrieved and slapped Francis' hand away and stared at him: "What selfishness, if it wasn't for the boss insisting on bringing Hong Kong back, how could I..."

"How could you compete with Wang Yao for land?" Francis' warm breath on my face made me turn my head uncomfortably. He squinted his eyes and smiled and continued, "After all, you love Wang Yao so much."

"..."

The scene of him talking like this was suddenly very embarrassing.

I am most afraid of the sudden stillness of the air.

Is it wrong for me to be patriotic? !

I muttered in my heart that although I really wanted to speak out, I knew that no one could understand the meaning of my words, so I held back silently.

After all, I am now a country.

"I... go out for a while."

Wang Jialong coughed, stood up and walked out immediately.

I wanted to stretch out my hand to stop him, but Francis grabbed my wrist and swallowed my words in fright in his unknown eyes.

Francis is weird today.

very strange.

"Little Arthur has no one else now, so you don't have to be shy! Come give brother a kiss~"

"Woc! Why are you still here, you bastard?! I'm so embarrassed to say it again!"

I raised my hand to beat him down, but he held my wrist firmly and couldn't move at all.

I looked at Francis in horror.

And he was smiling.

"Little Arthur, if Wang Yao invited you to kiss him, would you agree?"

His violet eyes looked at me again, bright and deep and complex, and I couldn't read what he was thinking in general.

My scalp felt numb from his eyes and my body felt a little stiff. I could clearly feel his fingers begin to draw something on my lips.

He sighed while drawing.

"I will be very sad and jealous if you are a brother like you,"

He smiled, and there was helplessness, sadness, and even cruelty in this smile.

"Brother will be jealous."

He repeated it again, and the strength of his hand on my lips increased, as if he wanted to pinch my lips to bleed.

Such Francis is no stranger to me.

He has always been like this, I can't understand or figure out what he is doing, and he seems to have received some stimulation today.

"I……"

I opened my mouth, but felt that my voice was a little hoarse and I couldn't say anything.

He is still smiling, although he smiles every day, but now I see his smile really makes me numb.

"Give it to me, Arthur."

His greedy eyes were exposed in front of me.

"I love you so much, my little Arthur."

His lips covered mine, and there was a smell of wine and grape juice.

I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.

I feel like he's crazy.

【"Little Arthur, you will be mine!"】

【"I will never belong to you."】

☆、Are you in love with me?

"Arthur! Hero, I'm here to see you!"

woc!

Hearing someone push the door and enter, this familiar voice startled me.

I tried hard to push Francis away, but the other party bit me even tighter.

"...Arthur"

Al looked at the two people on the sofa in astonishment, and the things in his hands fell to the ground.

I'm freaking out, trying