Blue.
Blue crystal sky. Little birds tweeted. A beautiful day.
"Bonjour, Francis!" Her short golden hair fluttering in the wind, reflected the sunlight. A shadow of a maiden came up behind him. Her face with a bright smile. "What are you doing?"
"Ah, bonjour, Ma Chérie!" France smiled. His eyes looked at hers gently. "Such a wonderful view out here. Please come and join with me, Jeanne."
Jeanne sat down next to him. They were on a little hill, gazing up at the blue sky. Drops of sunlight were dancing on the grass. Birds sang songs and the wind played with her hair. It was so peaceful, so calming. Jeanne closed her eyes to enjoy this lovely moment.
But France didn't. Instead, he gazed at her beautiful smiling face in his blue sea eyes. Staring. Her cheeks were pink at the edge. Was it a blush or a drop of sunlight that made her cheeks pink? Either way, she was still too lovely, too precious for him. France knew he was in love.
But he shouldn't.
She was his first love. His joy, his happiness. He felt like the world was a mixture of them. Everything was wonderful. Smiling people, happy songs and delightful moments. Oh, the first love, sweeter than honey!
But how much time she has left?
How much time would she has until she reach her end? Until she would be gone, forever? Questions stuck in his head, haunted his heart. Fear. The fear that some day he would lost her. France watched the girl lay next to him in his deep eyes. How would his life be after she pass away?
"Francis?" Jeanne noticed his gaze at her.
"Ah...did you finish training?" France stuttered and asked a silly question, just to get his mind off those frightful thoughts.
"Why, yes. I rearranged the army." Jeanne stared at him strangely, but she managed to answer the obvious question.
-End Chapter 1-