((Russia x France. The person who suggested it said Frus and I was thinking "France x America...?". Thankfully I asked and didn't give them the wrong fucking people hahahahaha. Bashing on Rochu a little, for the plot, don't think I hate it or something))

The day was too long in France's eyes. He didn't want to wake up, go to that awful meeting, deal with arguing and lectures from England and Germany.

There was absolutely no appeal to it! The Frenchman could go out and garden or go party with his friends instead. A lot of things would be better, but he had a responsibility, and as one of the more senior nations, he had to go, no matter how boring and awful it could be.

France realized he had no options and went to the meeting. He was a little late, and that seemed to make a huge difference.

For one, when he walked in, there was already fierce arguing. Thus, France was barely even looked at when he went in. Lastly, he had no clue what they were arguing about. Probably something stupid, like a bad insult or a jab to past or bad food.

That made France smirk a little, that's usually how he'd get Artie mad the easiest, but Francis wasn't in the mood today for a fight. It didn't help that his neck was sore from the last little strangling he had.

Francis looked down to some paperwork tossed at him from Germany and started working on it, drowning out all the yelling and bashing and talking, as hard as it was.

(( don't have dirty minds u guys liek damn, get sum bleach 4 dem dirty minds of urs...... I feel bad for using such inappropriate grammar and spelling. Forgive me))

Then, almost too suddenly, the whole room went quiet. Shocking. France looked around, wondering what had triggered it. Was there a gunshot he hadn't heard? He ignored a yelling spree from Germany? America had done something so stupid that- Before France could even finish his thought,
he saw it.

Russia was tearing up, and everyone was looked shocked or scared, or both. France was equally surprised but somehow managed to say loud enough "Okay, who is ze bright one zhat got Ivan upset?".

Not a moment later Russia stood up and walked out, France feeling a bit guilty. If the Frenchman came off as rude, he didn't mean for it to happen, so he had to fix it right?

If everyone is beautiful and deserves love, then even Russia deserves a bit of compassion was France's conclusion. Francis stood up and followed Russia, ignoring the stares of even more shock and now pity.

Why would they be so pitiful? France thought as he went down the hall, following the sound of sniffing and crying. Russia wasn't THAT bad. Finally, the Frenchman found the Russian in the guys bathroom, who was sitting on the ground and crying still.

"Ivan....?" France hesitantly said and slowly sat by Russia.

"W-what?"

"Are jou okay? Iz zhere anyway I can help?"

"No and no. Just go away."

"But Ivan, zhere haz to be a way for me to help and-"

"I. Said. Go. Away." Russia's voice was cold and threatening and France froze up, but didn't back down.

"Russia... Please. Tell me."

".............. I finally confessed to China my feelings and he...He rejected me. Again."

France was only slightly surprised, he could tell Russia was head over heels for the small Asian, as the country of love he could practically sense it. Francis gently puts a hand on Russia's shoulder, then even somehow got the courage to hug him.

He was gonna help Russia, in all the ways he could, since no one deserves a broken heart or harsh rejection.

Absolutely no one.

((It was more like help then love I think))