Dear France, how have you been? [3/3]
anonymous
June 20 2009, 00:45:24 UTC
She was speaking too quickly, and Arthur could barely understand her words other than 'Britannia', the rest was just a ramble of french. She stood up and brushed her long nightgown, as she had been sitting on dirt.
"I must be going now you see." She mumbled, looking down at him. Arthur stared up at the clock, it read 11:59. "I could not stay very long, no matter how much I begged God himself, you see." She murmured, brushing burn scars against her forearms.
"Ah, but Jeanne... " Arthur could only whisper. She smiled at him, and took a remorseful glance at the Frenchmen, oblivious to the situation happening before him.
"Do continue watch him... " She said, a smile never leaving her lips.
"Jeanne--!" He managed to cry, before she gave him a kiss to the forehead.
"Vive le France," She whispered quietly. " et, Vive le Brittania." She smiled at him one more time, before she started to fade again. "I forgive you."
Then she disappeared.
Arthur watched as she disappeared, her gentle grasp gone. He smiled, and then he watched as Francis rolled over and murmured a name quietly.
Re: Dear France, how have you been? [3/3]
anonymous
June 20 2009, 02:34:10 UTC
'~' Writer!anon, this is truly awesome! Their interaction was slightly sad, but sweet at the same time.
Ahaha~ France and Turkey... *snicker* Ahem, nonetheless, beautiful piece you wrote. ;A; I especially like the part with Francis dealing with Jeanne's memories, only now being able to speak of her name. Job well done!
"I must be going now you see." She mumbled, looking down at him. Arthur stared up at the clock, it read 11:59. "I could not stay very long, no matter how much I begged God himself, you see." She murmured, brushing burn scars against her forearms.
"Ah, but Jeanne... " Arthur could only whisper. She smiled at him, and took a remorseful glance at the Frenchmen, oblivious to the situation happening before him.
"Do continue watch him... " She said, a smile never leaving her lips.
"Jeanne--!" He managed to cry, before she gave him a kiss to the forehead.
"Vive le France," She whispered quietly. " et, Vive le Brittania." She smiled at him one more time, before she started to fade again. "I forgive you."
Then she disappeared.
Arthur watched as she disappeared, her gentle grasp gone. He smiled, and then he watched as Francis rolled over and murmured a name quietly.
"Jeanne...
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Ahaha~ France and Turkey... *snicker* Ahem, nonetheless, beautiful piece you wrote. ;A; I especially like the part with Francis dealing with Jeanne's memories, only now being able to speak of her name. Job well done!
Not OP... ^^
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My heartstrings were tugged throughout the whole fic.
France's and Jeanne's devotion to each other is what really got me T_T
Thank you so much for filling this!
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I just noticed a couple errors after I posted it.
I'm just so glad that you enjoyed it. =v=
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