April 10th, 2011

Felicite sighed as she packed a small suitcase as well as a larger one for Francis. For some reason, everyone had decided to get together in England and their capitals were to come with them. Francis had insisted Felicite pack his overly large suitcase for him since he had an early meeting with their boss before the two personifications left. It had been almost seventy years since the end of World War two, since Germany's defeat. While Francis and the others seemed to have forgiven Ludwig for his actions as well as the actions of his boss at the time, Felicite could not find it in her heart to forgive him just yet. She had suffered just as much loss as the other countries, but then again there were some things a person cannot forgive no matter how much they wanted too.

"Felicite! Have you finished packing Papa's things?"

Francis entered his room with a huge smile on his lips. As usual, the man was dressed a bit flamboyantly in a salmon colored suit and white ascot. Felicite rolled her eyes as she placed his last night shirt in the suitcase and zipped it up.

"Oui, Papa. We can leave now."

As the two exited Francis's home, the man couldn't help but babble on about how this could be the year that Felicite forgives Ludwig or at least talks to him. Felicite sighed once more, this time in annoyance. She had told him repeatedly that she had no intention of being anywhere near the tall German. When would her father learn to listen to her?

Meanwhile on a plane to England

Ludwig stared blankly out of the window of the plane, attempting to ignore the loud music Heinrich, the personification of Berlin, was playing. Even though the young man was wearing headphones, Ludwig could clearly understand the words being said. In all honesty, the punk music was wearing on his nerves. As if suddenly remembering that Heinrich was there, Ludwig remembered why they were going to England and couldn't help but sigh. Since all of the nations were bringing their capitals, it meant that Francis was bringing Felicite, who had not forgiven him after nearly seventy years. Ludwig understood his actions had humiliated and enraged her, but it had been seventy years ago. Heinrich poked him, smirking.

"Hey, Ludwig. You're thinking of her again."

"Thinking of who?"

"You know. Felicite. Little Paris."

Ludwig put his face in his hands and groaned. Nothing got past Heinrich, but for once he wished the boy was not so astute. It made some things difficult for him.

"Hey! Don't tell me you're feeling guilty about what you did to her and her city during the Second World War! You did what you had to do. Besides, I'm sure she's forgiven you."

Ludwig doubted it. Felicite was not one to easily forget or forgive having her city raided and being stolen by Nazi forces. Not to mention what he had done to her while she was with him in Berlin. Instead of voicing these things to Heinrich, who had his headphones in his ears once again anyway, Ludwig returned to starring out of the plane's window until they descended in England.

That Night, Arthur's House

"Remind me again why the capitals had to come?" Felicite asked her cousin, Madeleine.

Madeleine was much like her father, Matthew. Soft spoken and rarely noticed, the personification of Ottawa was mostly invisible to the other capitals.

"Apparently, Jackson demanded Alfred bring him, causing Alfred to demand everyone else bring their capitals. It will be okay, Felicite."

Madeleine knew her cousin had a problem with Ludwig. Heinrich was one thing, Felicite didn't care for him, but she could tolerate his presence, but with Ludwig she had to leave the room just remain calm. Luckily, neither German had arrived yet, a relief to almost everyone there.

"So, how are you lovely lasses enjoying the party?" Anthony asked, slinging an arm around both girls' shoulders.

Like Arthur, Anthony had blond hair and green eyes, an odd combination if Felicite had any say whatsoever. Unlike Arthur though, the personification of London was more like his brother, Alfred.

"We're enjoying it immensely since that stupid Ludwig isn't here."

Anthony and Madeleine let out a nervous chuckle. Felicite looked at them oddly until the male pointed towards the door. There stood Heinrich and Ludwig, both removing slightly damp jackets as everyone greeted them. Felicite scowled.

"Why is HE even allowed to be here?" she hissed. "He's the damned country that began the Second Word War and left Paris in ruins. That stupid, arrogant, selfish, pig headed…"

The girl continued ranting in French, causing Anthony and Madeleine to sweat drop and slowly back away from her. The other capitals turned their heads in her direction, feeling the dark aura fill the room.

"Um. Felicite? Is everything okay?" Jackson asked, slowly approaching her, holding his hands up in surrender when she turned to glare at him.

"No. No, Jack, everything is NOT all right!"

Cutting her off before she could go into another rant, Dimitri, Moscow's personification, walked up, along with the same smile that his father, Ivan, often wore.

"Jackson. Perhaps you should escort her upstairs to a room, da?"

For once, D.C.'s personification agreed with the former Communist. Gently, he led Felicite away, glancing back at everyone else.

"I hope she'll be okay, aru" Dao-Meng, Beijing's personification said.

"As do I," Haruki replied.

"I don't know what her problem is but whatever Ludwig did to her was so long ago. She should be over it by now.

All eyes turned to Heinrich, some confused and some a bit angry.

"Heinrich, you know what he did to her. For a woman that is the worse form of punishment. For a French person, it is the worst form of humiliation. It is like stealing love." Madeleine said, speaking up for once which shocked the other capitals more.

Heinrich glared slightly before grinning.

"Do you all want to know what Ludwig did to her?"

Before the capitals of the other nations could say anything, Ludwig appeared, glaring slightly at the shorter German.

"Heinrich. None of that is their business. Do not speak a word about that day, do you hear me?"

"Ja."

Sighing in exhaustion, Ludwig turned and walked up stairs. Everyone watched him for a moment before the two Italians, Feliciano and his capital's personification, Marcello, walked in carrying plates of pasta.

Upstairs with Jackson and Felicite

Jackson watched with both horror and amusement as the tiny Parisian threw books that she had brought with her across the room. The fact that she was angry enough to throw anything was one thing, but she was obviously sane enough not to grab anything valuable that belonged to Arthur or Anthony. The man merely watched as she continued throwing things, screaming profanities and jumbled phrases in her native tongue. If this were any other occasion, Jackson would have been amazed at how beautiful the French language sounded as it tumbled from her lips. But this wasn't a normal day and the girl was speaking in anger and resentment. So he merely sat and waited, his blue eyes never leaving her form until she crumpled to the floor in broken sobs. Slowly he stood and walked over to her, gently wrapping his arms around her shaking body.

"What's wrong, Fe? You can tell me anything."

"That….that stupid, good for nothing, pig….this is his entire fault!"

"Whose?"

"Ludwig. When he took control of Paris, he kidnapped me and took me to Berlin."

Jackson remained quiet as the girl told her story; of how Ludwig had taken her and when she refused to surrender, he would beat her until the day France signed the armistice. On that day, he had raped her, thoroughly breaking her and, for a time, her fighting spirit.

"That's why you're always so angry at him. We all wondered why you hadn't forgiven him for merely taking your city."
Felicite nodded before looking up at him.
"Please, Jack. Don't tell the others. Please?"

"I promise, Fe. I won't tell them. It's your story to tell when you're ready."

The two remained on the floor until Felicite managed to fall asleep. Gently, Jackson picked her up and laid her on the bed, brushing his blond bangs away as he straightened out. Sighing, Jackson kissed her forehead before leaving the girl to sleep. After all, with Ludwig there, the entire week would be tense and Felicite sleep deprived would not help the situation.

"If only there were some way she could…Ah! I've got it!" Jackson cried, before grinning deviously.

KRRR: What does Jackson have planned? We'll find out next chapter! ;) Read my Hetalia one shots for more information on Felicite and her deal with Ludwig. :D