Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or French history. Only Aloys belongs to me. This is my first Hetalia story, so don't lay the hate on too thick please!
Jeanne P.O.V
When I was young, there's was a boy who lived near my family's cottage. We used to play together often, and I fell in love with him. One day, he came over to my house with bruises and cuts on his body, and told me he wouldn't be able to see me anymore. He kissed me on the lips, then walked away without looking back. His name was Francis.
Another beautiful day is ending, I thought as I watched the sheep graze. Standing upon a hill, I could see the villagers going about their daily tasks. I took a deep breath of fresh air, glad to be alive. "Jeanne! Jeanne!" a voice call from further down the hill. I peered down the path to see my older brother Aloys calling. Smiling, I ran down the hill to greet him, sheep in tow. "Hello brother! Is it time for the sheep to come in already?" I asked, rubbing a lamb behind the ears. "Yes, but it's also time for your lesson." he replied, grabbing my crook."Go get changed, I'll meet you behind the house." Nodding, I grabbed the hem of my skirt and jogged to our cottage. A few minutes later, I had exchanged my shift for comfortable breeches and a shirt. I padded barefoot out the door, tying my blonde hair back with a blue ribbon. When I arrived behind the house, there was no one in sight. Noticing the silence, I snuck around the house, keeping my eyes peeled for suspicious movement. The quiet is always the worst. You can almost never tell if an attack is coming for you, or not. I was about to walk around the wall when I heard breathing on the other side. Dropping down, I rolled to the right, dodging a fist intended for my face. Getting to my feet, I saw the attacker run for me. Moving out of the way, I kicked the figure in the back of the legs, dropping them to the ground. Climbing onto their back, I braced myself, keeping them pinned to the ground as I pulled out a knife from my waist. "Yield." I murmured, placing the blade at the attackers' neck.
The person didn't move till I removed the blade and stood, then rolled over and grinned at me. "Nice job, little sister." Aloys said, standing up. " You took control of the situation quickly." I smiled at his praise, sheathing my knife. "Now, let's have supper before it gets to late." Aloys walked into the house, and I followed him as we set the table for supper. The soup that I had put on was finished, and the kitchen was filled with the smell of lamb and potatoes. After a few minutes, we both sat at the table to eat. "Don't forget, tomorrow is church, so we need to get up early." My brother said, taking a spoonful of soup. "I remember," I said, blowing into my bowl. "But should I do something with my hair?" Aloys smiled gently, reaching over the table to brush hair out of my face. "Jeanne, you are beautiful just the way you are." I blushed slightly, but wasn't entirely convinced. "But what if he comes back? I don't think I'm pretty enough for him." my brother chuckled, standing up with his empty bowl. "Little sister, if he comes back and sees you, he'll think the same as me." I sighed as I handed him my bowl. I still don't think I'm pretty enough for him. Soon afterwords, I climbed into bed beside my brother, who was already fast asleep. Laying my back against his, I closed my eyes. Flashes of memory came to me as I tried to fall asleep. Screams, a cruel laugh, cloth ripping. My mind settled on that particular memory, intent on making me re-live the worst say of my life.
Two years ago, Aloys had sent me out out to pick berries near the cottage. "The strawberries there are ripe," he murmured, milking the cow. "We can have them later with supper." I nodded happily, since brother wouldn't let me go by myself very often. Grabbing a basket, I started walking for the bushes. They were near a semi-hidden path in the forest, where only a handful of people knew about them. Seeing strawberries, I started jogging for the bright patch of red. Reaching the berries, I started picking them, putting them in the basket softly so as not to bruise them. Humming a song to myself, I didn't notice quiet footsteps behind me. Suddenly, a strong hand covered my mouth, and a pair of lips came close to my ear. "What have we hear?" came a rasping voice. "A French girl huh? Perfect." I struggled to no avail as another hand reached around o grope my chest. Someone, help me! Willing myself to calm down, I opened my mouth slightly before biting the attackers' hand. He cursed, slapping me hard across the face. As I tried to escape, he got on top of me, once again covering my mouth. "Do that again, and I'll gut you!" he said, glaring at me.
I returned the glare, but my courage left me as he proceeded to rip off my clothes. Stop! I attempted to yell, but his hand muffled my screams. He stuck his hand down, trying to reach my crotch. Francis, help me! flew through my muddled head. With a last jolt of bravado, I bit him again, this time scrambling away from him. "Damn you." the man said as he stood up. "Please stop!" I yelled at him, attempting to cover myself. He laughed cruelly, an evil grin twisting his face. "There's no one here to stop me, and no one to hear your cries." he said, walking loser to me. I dropped to the ground, curling myself up and covering my head. "ALOYS!" I screamed, closing my eyes.
I woke up gasping, tears flowing from my eyes. Aloys sat up as well, quickly pulling me into a hug. "Shhh, it's okay Jeanne." he said, as my tears soaked through his nightshirt. "No one is going to hurt you. I'll protect you." Laying back down, he pulled against his chest. "Go to sleep Jeanne. He can't hurt you ever again."
Since she woke up before she could finish the dream, I'll explain the rest. Aloys, hearing her scream, barreled down the path. Seeing his sister and her wanna-be rapist, he stabbed the guy in the neck before he could finish the deed. After that, he started teaching her how to defend herself. The rapist was an english scout, who happened to see Jeanne, by the way. I'm honestly a fan of protective big brothers, and I sorta based Aloys off of a friend of mine. So, please review if you like it(or don't like it)!