Enjolras looked at his small band of revolutionaries as the sun set. They already looked worn out even if there wasn't any real fighting yet. He knew there was no way they would make it out alive. He sat on the ground out of sight from his comrades and put his head down in misery. It was his fault they were here. It was his fault they were going to die. All of them could have had long lives and actually make some change in their beloved France. Joly could have became a doctor. Marius could marry Cosette and have a family. Eponine could heal from the wounds Marius gave her heart and fall in love with a better man. But all they could find now was death in their meaningless lives. Even if they did make it alive, they would be haunted by the crown. Enjolras leaned his head down felt tears escape his eyes. Why did he do this to his men?
He felt a brush of a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see a beautiful brunette holding the sacred tricolors. She was dressed in a white skirt and blue blouse with a cape of royal purple. There was a small crown perched on her head. He wanted to scowl at regality of her attire but was in awe over her beauty.
"Enjolras" The beauty knelt down in the dirt to touch his face and wipe away the manly tears. "You do all this because of your love for me. Thank you. All your friends do this for me." She looked at him sadly. "It makes me sad to see my people kill each other. I wish you all would love each other." She planted a small kiss on his forehead. "I know why you do what you do and I am grateful. I am so grateful for your love and your sacrifice though."
He stared at her as she touched his tricolor rosette and pressed her flag into his hands. "Please don't forget what you are fighting for. I am worth it" She disappeared just as quickly as she arrived.
Enjolras jolted awake and looked around at the barricade. They all looked tired. He tapped Marius's shoulder "Please rest…" He went to find a bottle of wine in the café and handed it to Grantaire's empty hand. "Keep the faith, remember to keep the banner high." He stepped back and watched his men, his friends, drink the wine all having a knowledge that they may not live by tomorrow. Enjolras tightened the hold on the small tricolor still in his hand. "We are not alone…"
A.N: I only truly ship Enjolras with one. That one is France. Seeing as I am also in the Hetalia fandom, my mind went to a crossover shipping and I loved it. I made it Fem!France in this story. It seemed fitting.