[I got asked to rewrite Her Heaven but a little longer on DeviantArt XD so I hope this will be okay. It's different from the original in the sense that I changed the tense and added a lot more… umm~ what's the word… I don't know… I added something to it anyway! Hope it's okay!]

Based off the song Heaven's Light and Hellfire from Disneys: Hunchback of Norte Dame

Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Warning: Historical Characters

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Axis Powers: Hetalia or any characters and places associated with Hidekazu Himaruya and Gentosha Comics. No profit is made from the writing for this fanfiction!

Heaven Light

Francis Bonnefoy

I leant my head against the chilled stone, staring out the window onto the streets below me. The scene was all to familiar to me; cobbled stones shinning like precious lost gems, the water of the Seine rippling like fine blue silk. A loving couple walked past, blind to their own affections and ignorant of their own light. There was a glow… it swamped them in the prettiest light. It was magical, so blissful.

I say all this, ignoring how hard it was to see over the fog my breath created on the glass; I pretended to be grateful of that fact but still I felt my heart swell. Swell for them and their happiness but I couldn't even find my bitterness though I searched for it, knowing I would never feel that love.

Filthy, impure, unholy… I gazed at my sinful hands. Only one person, no… she was more than that, an angel, had touched those hand without flinching. Her smile still shined in my memories. Jeanne, beautiful Jeanne… she was Heaven on Earth, all things right with the word.

She danced through her cell as she moved, not an ounce of fear holding her back as I watched her, almost feeling sick for what the not-to-distant future held for her. She glowed in that light, that same beautiful light… no sin, no hatred. Always and forever my saint…

I sighed and let sweet tears run down my paling cheeks. She would never know the love that engorged my heart, fighting against everything in my, I would protect her from it. Nothing good could come from me… even when every ounce of my being ached, bleed for her to reciprocate.

I just wanted to see that gleam of understanding in her eyes. My angel; my pure angel.

"Je t'aime Jeanne."

Hellfire

Arthur Kirkland

I knelt next to my fireplace, my closed up room isolating me from the world around me… the world, the war and the absence of condemnation. I stared at those colours that the fire produced, so hypnotic, more hypnotic that I thought possible… I painted pictures in the flames, my face moving closer.

The gold was flowing, so luscious much like that dazzling golden hair I saw so often on the battlefield. That blinding light that followed her everywhere, he eyes burned into my very soul with just a glance. I was going mad.

My hand made my way to my chest, clutching at the thin fabric on my shirt. There was no other way to see it; I would have given everything to her to have her next to me. I longed for those eyes so close even if I risked becoming blinded by that light, needed her soft lips tracing my own…

A sudden knock at the door snatched my angel from me and I looked up, my hair wild and face dripping with sweat and soot from the open flames. "What is it?"

"Sir, we have captured Bonnefoy." The satisfaction in his voice was masked with concern. "He was seen trying to help her escape."

"I will take care of him…" My voice can out soft, still soothed by the heat as a smirk crawled onto my lips. It was like killing two birds with one stone. "You make it known, anyone tries to aid her escaoe and I will take down every building in Paris, one-by-one, until she is back in my arm…" I directed my attention back to the flames.

"Arms, sir?"

I was back in my trance, my fingers dances swiftly amongst the flames and my breath caught in my throat, only vaguely aware of the door shutting behind me. "Yes… my arms."

It was sinful, the thoughts that wouldn't leave my head. I wanted her to be mine… by my side forever not with him… the vaguer fool with golden locks to match her own and piercing blue eyes. Now that would be truly unforgiveable… she would burn for that sin. God would forgive me… God would forgive his temptress… dancing heat and thick smoke would be justice enough.

Thank-you for reading x