Title: Jolene
Author: Himuro Miharu
Pairing: Anastasie/Antonio Antonio/Katirina (femFrance/Spain) (Spain/femRomano)
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: K+
Warnings: Antonio is a douche, odd name for female France.
Summary: Anastasie knows Antonio is cheating on her. But she's perfectly content to stay with him, even if she cries every night because of it.
Notes: I was listening to Jolene by Dolly Parton back on the way to the anime con a couple weeks ago, and this was born. I just got around to writing it last night. I didn't have a name for femFrance, so Anastasie was born. It's also used in Love in Unusual Places, it's become her name when I write her. I'm sorry if it's not the name you wold have chosen, but I love it.
Disclaimer: Hidekaz Himaruya owns them~
The French woman sighed, curling her legs up to her chest, the fluffy duvet muffling her sniffles as she buried her face in it. It held back the tears that were forming in her deep bleu eyes.
Her husband, a sweet young Spaniard named Antonio, was cheating on her. Over the course of the past year she'd noticed he had grown rather distant, staying out late and touching her less.
She wasn't an idiot- she knew about his mistress, a fiery Italian woman named Katirina Vargas. She was an exotic beauty with a rich, thickly accented voice that was warm, a smile that was blinding (though rare), and perfectly sun-kissed skin. Her auburn hair hung in ringlets and framed the most beautiful lively olive eyes.
She was everything the young French woman was not.
Looking over at her slumbering husband she bit back a sob when he sighed softly, whispering the Italian's name.
Curling up on her side so her back was to him she could no longer hold back her tears and before long her silent tears had completely soaked her pillow.
The next morning, the routine was the same as always; Antonio hugged her close, kissing the spot just behind her ear while smiling against her skin.
"Buenas dias mi amor."
"Bonjour mon amour." Giving a bright smile she turned in his arms, kissing him soundly. Pulling away she couldn't help but spot the deep red hickey on his neck, but she averted her eyes when she saw a guilty look flash in his green eyes.
"Je t'aime."
"Te amo demasiado Anastasie."
The blonde smiled happily, and pushed his infidelity to the back of her mind. She would hold onto him, no matter what; she loved him and he was her world. Even if it was a sham of a marriage, she'd stay with him. As long as he didn't bring the other woman to their home when she was there as well she didn't care.
The man was her first love, and her only. As long as he continued to say he loved her, she was happy.