Warnings: Slash; mentions of alcohol consumption.

Disclaimer: Axis Power Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.

Suggestion:"Bless the broken road*" by Rascal Flatts.

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Querencia

A place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

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England took solace in the soft sheets, the cushy mattress and the fluffy pillow. In France's cologne's lingering smell, that seemed impregnated in all of the above, and in warmth of the room. He needed to think. Think fast and think hard.

And he did. He thought of France. And he thought of love and friendship and kinship and companionship, and goddamnit he thought of freedom to be himself. He thought of his childhood. And he thought of blond hair and blue eyes. And a tunic that looked like a dress. And he thought of battles and wars and sadness and blood. He thought of adventure and of the New World. And he thought of pirates and the sea and sailing into the horizon. He thought of cannons and dreams. He thought of a little boy in a vast field. He thought of America. He thought of family. And he thought of France. Again. And again. And again. And then he went back to thinking of the little boy he met so many centuries ago. And he thought about how he had loved that little boy like he never loved another. How he opened his heart only to have it broken later on. And he thought of France twice more.

And then England understood he knew nothing of – or about – love.

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