2P FrUk.

"Tea is lovely, tea is nice~ tea is wonderful for the right price~" the man grinned as he walked around his large garden. The garden seemed to be a dark place but to this man it was heaven. The man looked around, giggling has his brilliant blue eyes with pink swirls saw the small grave stones and blood soaked grass and dirt. "What a lovely day!" He giggled again, "Arthur loves these day~" Arthur giggled again, twirling around. Then sat at a large round table, he poured tea into a cracked tea cup and drank.  The sky was gloomy, but that was how everyday looked. One of the biggest wars in the history of the world was going on outside of Arthur's house, but he only seemed to smile hearing the screams and death from his walls.

The war had lasted for the last 30 years. It started with a bomb, a strong nuclear bomb. America was stupid to launch that bomb, and it hit Russia. Then the war grew and all the people who weren't nations were killed off, and the world grew dark and cruel. Arthur knew this; he was once a sane and happy nation. He was Britain but after the war he lost his mind. He snapped and went insane; to this day he still doesn't remember ever being sane.

He giggled again; drinking his tea has it leaked from the broken cup. He stood and walked around his garden, it was dying and old. Most of the flowers were wilted and brown and some things were not flowers but hands. Yes, human hands. They stuck out of flower pots, each finger nail a different color or design.  "My pretty flowers~ mummy love his flowers~" Arthur gently took a hand from the soil and kissed the fingers, then laughed as 2 of the fingers fell off. "Oppies my bad." He smiled crazy as he gently placed the hand back in the dirt.

The blue and pink eyed man quickly looked around and frowned. "Where is francis…..arthur misses Francis…" He sighed, he often called himself Arthur. To him it was a way to make sure that he would never forget his own name. "Arthur misses fr-"
"Whore!" A loud voice yelled from across the garden. Arthur smiled, he knew who it was. He ran across the grass, tripping and falling a number of times, before finally getting to the gate that separated the garden and the rest of the world. "Francis~ you came to play with Arthur!" Arthur threw himself into Francis arm's giggling and blushing like a mad man. Francis growled but hugged Arthur anyway. Arthur smiled more and took a quick look at francis. The Frenchman's scary violet eyes looked down at him but the crazed man didn't care.

Francis ran his fingers threw arthur's hair, the smaller man clung to him and laughed. Francis did love the smaller male but….he was good with one partner. So every day francis would go out with different people, even humans if he could find the one's that survived the war so far.  But if francis ever thought Arthur was sleeping around he would gut him like a fish! "Angleterre….." Francis spoke grabbing a large knife from behind his back. "Oh my crazy lapin~ I will play with you, but only because you are mine~" Francis placed the knife at Arthur's throat.