You walked into the World Conference room, feeling confident that your country (country name) was thriving and no one could talk shit to you.
Oddly, you sat by France. No one understood this, but you really loved France, you guys were always together, you've been friends for years.
When people made fun of France you wanted to defend him but he always brushed off rude remarks by the other countries.
They called him a 'rapist' and a 'pervert'. Yes, he was very affectionate, but you knew France, he would never take advantage of a woman… or a man.
"Bonjour France!" You smiled, sitting next to the blond. He beamed at you, giving you a large hug.
"Ah! Bonjour ma chéri! How are you today (name)?" he squeezes you tightly, you laugh.
"FIne! And you?"
"Oh, Eyebrows is just cranky today so he might be giving me a hard time, but I can deal with it." his mood drops a little, but quickly gets back up.
"Oi, stop getting all over (name) pervert!" America snorts. France frowns.
"You just jealous that I am ze only one who can give (name) loving affection?"
"Whatever, dude, you just force yourself on her." America sneers. You get up to yell at him but France calms you down.
"It's fine, mon coeur. He iz just angry that I'm always with such a beautiful woman." he smiles lightly. You still feel uneasy but you just follow the frenchman's wishes.
"Hey you bloody frog, pay attention, the meeting is starting." England growls at him.
France just nods and avoids fighting with the british man, because you always said you didn't like it.
"Calm down caterpillar, I was just talking with (name)." he says. England turns red in anger and turns away.
~End of Meeting~
"Hey Francis! Want me to get us some drinks?" you ask the blond, he smiles and nods. You ruffle his beloved hair and skip off.
Once you were gone, America and England confront the man you just left in the room. The three were alone in the room and the two english speaking countries had sour looks on their pale faces.
"Do you need somezing boys?" he smiles lazily.
"Wipe that stupid smile off you face frog, no one likes you." England snarls. The smile falls from his face quickly, slightly hurt by the comment.
"Now that can't be-" he starts but the american cuts him off.
"You're a sick pervert, RAPIST. You probably forced (name) to hang around you! You're always touching people and thinking your sexual harassment is 'affection'. You probably don't care about a person except if they have anything you can fuck." America hisses.
The french man's eyes start to sting a little.
"I would never force (name) to do anything, nor anyone else. I believe everyone is beautiful and deserves adoration. I was with (name) through her hard times and she understands me." he says solemnly.
"That's bullshit you rapist and you fucking know it. Just get it through your head. NO ONE LIKES YOU, GO THE FUCK AWAY." England yells. He didn't mean this, he never really hated France that much, he was only jealous that (name) was always hanging around him.
Tears started to slide down France's face. He tried to wipe them away but they kept pouring over. Guilt started to tug at the two other blond countries.
France stood up abruptly and ran out of the room, dodging the guilty men who yelled at him.
"Hey Francy-pants, where are you-" you smile but he runs past you. You stand back, stunned. You look at the room and look to where France ran.
You gave America and England a 'WHAT DID YOU DO?' look and you quickly ran after your french friend.
You were running through Austria's large garden. You and France always hung around there together and just talked. He just had to be there.
You threw dozen of gardens, but no avail. But then you remembered… the gazebo!
That was the 'special spot' you both loved, it was covered with roses of red, pink, and white. France always gave you one of them when you went to that gazebo. You hung this roses in your room because you just felt they were special.
You were correct, you found your blond friend curled up under the white gazebo, hiding his lovely face as he sobbed.
You sat next to him and rubbed his back gently.
"Francis, what's wrong? What did they say to you?" you asked tenderly. He looked up at you, eyes red and cheeks wet with tears. He lunged at you, taking you in a bone-crushing hug. He loudly cried into your shoulder and you embraced him back.
"Z-Ze two countries. America and England said no one liked me and the I was a rapist. I have been brushing this off for so long. So many people call me a rapist. I would never do that. How can someone use that word so lightly?!" he cries.
"France, you are no rapist. You would never force someone against there will. People cannot use that word rape so lightly! It is such a serious topic! WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!" you yell angrily, tightening your grip on the man. You pull away and look into his crystal blue eyes. "France, they don't mean it. You are not a rapist, nor a pervert, nor anything that they call. You are an amazing country and you know what real beauty in people is. People mistake your kindness as something inappropriate because that is just how people's minds are these days. Don't let them say this to you or I swear I will kick their ass. Stop letting people say this to you." you pressed your lips lightly to his, making his eyes widen. You brushed away a stray tear on his face and smiled.
"You probably think zat I am such a wimp now, crying like a young child." he sniffed.
"Nah. I think it is normal for you to cry over this. I think your emotions were building up because you brushed everything off. Next time you feel sad or down, please tell me!" you shake him, trying to get the message to him.
"Of course mon coeur, je t'aime." he presses his forehead to yours, grinning widely. You blush madly.
"I love you too, dork." you stick out your tongue childishly and run your fingers through his silky golden hair.
He leans in and kisses you again, and you both lay their comfortably in each others arms.