Just like that, his world snapped and became somber. His feet became heavy as if it was stuck on the world. Weighs that made him wake up to the world where he really is. Devoid of life and color. He no longer saw the happy faces as he walked back, he no longer see the warmth of the sky and feel the breeze that was brought by the shore. He was now back in his boring and monochrome of a life. The weights on his shoulder came back and now he was back as to how he was before.
"Take me home." He spoke as he entered his vehicle which was drove by his chauffeur. No words was given as an answer but the vehicle started to vibrate lightly and then started to move. He looked out the window but saw nothing that of the vividness he experienced before with Yvain. Does that mean he only feels happy when he's around? Was it even happiness he felt back then or just curiosity? He must've been just enticed, probably there's nothing more to it. He somehow had a change for a while but now he's back like how he was again. He was tired, even more tired. His eyes felt heavy but he restricted himself from closing them.
Moments passed but that went unnoticed by the France. The next thing he knew was that he was already in front of the mansion where he lives. Quite big and prestige looking but he could not call it a home. A shelter can be fitting if he can say so. Walking out, he coldly gaze at the structure that seemed like his prison and diary. It was where he feels so restricted, lost and just empty. But it was the only thing that knew his demons and the wars he battled alone. The sole witness to how he really is.
Many aspires and dream to have an abode as such but France knew that it was only good for people who has family to fill the house with but when one is alone in a huge mansion, you can never feel its worth aside from it sheltering you from both rain or shine. He would live in a small and simple house if he could but he could never bring to decide because he believes no matter the setting of the place he is in, he is doomed to be alone and imprisoned in a life ruined by his father.
He walked on the pavement where his shoes clacked on. The main door creaked open and he was welcome by Jannete who wore the same smile that she's been wearing whenever France comes home. She moved aside and bowed her head lightly before greeting him.
"Good evening Signor." France did not pay any mind and Jannete knew that it's best not to bother France even further as they already know that he might had a bad day or is simply in a bad mood. Either which one, it's best not to press on him further. France silently took his steps up the stairs and went inside his room without making any sound.
He tiredly removed his shoes and socks before stripping everything out. He grabbed the first clothes his hands could get a hold on to and put them on before he then went on to wear some clean pair of slippers.
He tiredly made his way to his bed and tiredly fell on it. A sigh escaped his lips and his eyes closed. Patter on the window was heard and he knew that it was starting to rain. Everything was silent and dead for him and just like before, the only thing that he could do was close his eyes and hopes that he falls asleep.
Everything was starting to shut off, external distractions were starting to get buzzed out by his mind as he started to descent into his slumbers filled with the demons he fights every night. He may fall asleep but at the cost of nightmares, he might avoid such but at the cost of a sleepless night. His life has been such for as long as he can remember.
"Shit." He mustered as soon as he heard his telephone rang ever so loudly. He angrily wondered as to who could this person be as everyone who knew him knew that he does not take calls from anyone in such hour. But he also figured that it must be urgent. Opening his eyes tiredly, his weak gaze met the dark ceiling that hovered above him. A groan escaped his lips as he rolled on his side and reached out for the telephone. He was about to scream and make the one who dared call him in such late of an hour regret their decision but the voice he heard caught him off guard and made him speechless on the other hand.
"H-Hello France?" The voice stuttered and sounded so shyly familiar that it immediately made the older break into a weak smile and his heart beating prominently. He took a deep breath before he spoke back on the telephone.
"Yvain, it's nice hearing from you." Yvain on the other hand just had chills on his back as the tired and groggy voice of France almost, if not made him shiver on the spot. He was on his nightwear and decided to call France to see if he had gone home safely. It had been hours since he left and it quite put the uneasiness on him that he just left like that, and so he called. He was on his bed and had the telephone held by his hand as it hovered right beside his ear. Sitting on his bed fumbling with his nightwear made him feel like he was calling someone he admired and had some romantic feelings with but he thought that to be a joke. He would never feel love in a romantic way with a man.
"H-Hello. D-Did I wake you up?" He spoke nervously on the phone. He did not know why or how he was feeling like this but he would not deny the fact he wanted to hear from the other and a lot quite sooner than he had expected even for himself.
"You did." France spoke and that made Yvain regret his decision in choosing to call him. His heart started to pound in an abnormal pace.
"I-I see! I a-apologize then. I shall e-end-"
"No please don't. I was expecting your call actually pretty boy." France chuckled as he spoke. Yvain immediately stopped talking and his cheeks immediately felt hot and he was as ripe as a red tomato at the moment not because France did thought of him to call but because of the pet name that was given to him just now. His head was filled with air as of the moment that he unknowingly said;
"Pretty boy."
France chuckled on the other line, his sleepiness drifting far away from him. He then spoke with a smile;
"You like it?"
"Yes." Yvain spoke absentmindedly but then realized what he just said.
"I-I mean no! N-No!"
France chuckled as he knew how flustered the latter.
"Well you can't take back your word now, pretty boy."