Her heels clicked against the floors, as they slowly made their way to the meeting room. This was it, the day they broke the alliance that had lasted so long. It hurt her, in a physical way as well as emotional. This alliance had been a marriage between the two countries , and she didn't want this to happen.

This she I am referring to, is none other than France. Otherwise known as Francoise Bonnefoy, and she loved the country of Scotland. Well, she also loved the scenery, but mostly the personification of the country. Ian Kirkland. From the way his red hair fell over his face, how he usually had a cigar with him. Most of all she loved his laugh, it was just so happy and boisterous, she would miss hearing it.

They'd known each other most of her long life, and she'd grown to love him. It wasn't just a sudden decision to love him, she wasn't even aware she loved him in that manner until a certain point in their marriage. There was something about sharing a house in the summers, and being married, that made you fall in love.

Her gloved hand gripped onto her presidents arm, showing her displeasure with this situation. They hadn't even entered the room but she felt like bursting into tears, or slapping him.. Because this was all his idea, and he hadn't even thought of the country. After how many marriages she'd already been forced to break, and how many scars she had from fighting for them, they couldn't even consider her in this.

"It's no longer needed" he'd said, but she'd argued. She'd thrown a fit, when she was safe within her own home. Things had flown into walls, and tears of anger and sadness had flowed for what seemed like hours. When Ian came home he was shocked at what he saw, and a worried frown had taken place on his face. "What's wrong, love?" he'd questioned, wrapping his arms around her tired frame. Carefully, he inched her onto the couch and pulled her into his lap.

"...They're breaking the Alliance..." she whispered, her voice cracking halfway through it. Her arms wrapped around his neck loosely as she rested her forehead against his. Pain was clear in her expression as she locked her eyes against his. He was clearly shocked by this, but he didn't know how to react. Seeing how distressed she was, he knew he couldn't let her see him upset. This did hurt, but he couldn't just break down, even though he wanted to.

"Francoise, please don't cry," he murmured to her, seeing tears starting to well in her eyes again. Gently he started rubbing her back in a circular motion. Ian reached up, pressing a kiss to her cheek before wiping a trail of tears off her face. "We'll find a way out of this, I promise"

That was the first promise they'd ever failed to keep. It was also one of the only ones she really cared about. Thinking back on this, tears welled in her eyes as she dug her nails into the presidents arm. In a way, this hurt her as well as him. Seeing as he was such a big part of her country, of course it would physically hurt her.

Ian was already sitting in the office, wearing his usual uniform. It was painful, knowing this was the last time he'd be able to see her as his own wife. The last time he could think about holding her in his arms, the things they do at night, and how her hair falls perfectly, without wanting to run to her. Why did they have to be included in this? This alliance breaking was the worse thing that had ever happened to him.

Even being forced to become part of the United Kingdom didn't hurt this much. Being beaten by his younger brother, hadn't hurt this much. Because throughout all of those things, shed been there. Sure she hadn't been his lover at this point, in fact he was almost positive she saw him as a brother, but she'd been there. Holding him when he felt like falling apart, and listening to him rant for ages.

But shortly after the alliance was formed, he could see the shift in their behavior. She'd always been affectionate, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Slowly though, she shifted to actually kissing him, and he enjoyed it. They started sharing a bed on visits, and cuddled against each other in their sleep.

It had taken awhile, but they'd grown to love each other. Well, they always loved each other, just not in this way. The first time they were actually together, physically, was almost magical. That was all ending now though, as soon as they signed the papers that stated they were over. His hands clenched and unclenched under the table, and he wanted to just grab her as soon as she arrived and run. Just, run. As long as they were together he was sure she wouldn't care. But they had responsibilities as countries, and they couldn't do it.

His green eyes locked onto her the second she walked through the door. It had been so long since he'd seen her in this outfit, the one she wore for business. Her skirt was long and pink, but the dark blue military jacket offset this quite a bit. "Hello, love." he voiced, standing up and holding his hand out to her.

Screw the rules, she was still his wife until they signed the papers, and he would treat her as such. Carefully, she took his hand, and he pulled her close. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and ignored the disproving looks he was getting from the two country leaders.

Her arms wrapped around him and she caught on to what he was doing, he wanted to spend the last bit of their marriage like the rest of it. Happy, and loving. Francoise pressed her lips to his, deciding this idea was the best. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she ignored them clearing their throats, trying to ignore the two countries.

When they parted, she buried her face into his blue jacket, not quite sure if she liked the smell of gun smoke that clung to it. With a slight hum, he rubbed her back and sat down again. He took her hand and pulled her into his lap, and she continued to try and ignore the stares.

"Can we get back to business, Francoise?" her president questioned, sitting on the other side of the table with a disproving stare. A frown was situated on his face as he looked over at her, acting like a child instead of the adult she was supposed to be.

"Oui, I don't see why not, but I will be sitting here." she stated, her voice cool and smooth as she smiled icily over at him. This was her right, and she loved her spot. Nodding slightly, the two leaders started conversing, filling out their necessary paperwork.

The entire time she held Ians' hand tightly, not wanting to let go. Just the fact that she could be with him now, well, it made sure she wasn't about to break down into tears. The paper was pushed towards her, a long with the pen. Standing up, she shook her head before carefully taking the pen. She signed her countries name on the dotted line, with a flourish of her pen.

Ian did the same, although his writing was different than hers considerably. This was it, they weren't a couple anymore. All of those nights they'd spent together, were for nothing. "At least we'll have the memories, right Francoise?" he asked, trying to grin up at her when he was pulling into a standing position.

"Right, the memories." She answered, gripping onto her presidents arm yet again. Internally she was throwing another fit, all she wanted to do was scream and cry and beg him not to leave her, but then she would be the weak one. And now that she was on her own, she couldn't do it.

Ian turned around, and walked out of the room. A pained expression rested on his face as he left the room, leaving her for the last time. Once he was gone, a dry sob left her throat and she covered her eyes.

Silently sobbing as they made their way back to the vehicle.

Regret and sadness, were the only things she felt.