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Scars

Not one is present on my body, never a blemish. I've always been gifted, but it seems so empty. Physical scars fade so easilly, expecially when you are the persona of a country, forever wandering the earth.

But its the scars that no one will ever see that hurt the most. To most, I am the very definition of a slut, a pervert. I can't help it, I'm lonely. If only I could let someone see me, maybe I would feel better. How am I to let someone into myself without giving away the soil beneath my feet? How would I be able to stand?

No, I will stay as others have seen me, only the walls of my bedchambers to see my sorrow.

Jeanne, my love how I miss you. You fought for me without a seconds hesitation. You burried my sorrow, and were burned alive for it. If only I could have saved you, but what then? A mortal cannot live as I have, nor could you have learned my secret. Perhaps it was a blessing, as you are now at God's throne as promised by your visions.

But even so, I canot forget you. I wander the streets now, wishing that somewhere in the crowd your face would poke out and smile at me as you once did. So many people, but you are no where to be seen. I cannot live beside my servants anymore, it's too dangerous. Instead, they leave me and my home at night, I cannot allow them to see me cry.

I feel so weak, so broken.

I think I might have found the answer to your question, little love. Remember when you were a child and I found you in the streets? You asked me how I was able to smile and look so handsome, despite the chaos that surrounded me. At the time, I thought it was only because of who I am, but now I've been thinking.

It is those around me who make me strong. The other countries, and the people like you whom have fought for me. I have found love, if only for a short time, in the thought of you. Now I find love in the thought of what you have given me, what they have given me.

I wish I could have introduced them to you. Oh what fun that would have been!

You would have annoyed England as I have, perhaps even find the child within Russia. You could have come to the meetings and scolded America for making a mockery of the world, you would have been able to meet my family.

I could have made you my family. Maybe I am just an old fool who needs to move on. I still linger in the past.

Jeanne, I love you.

Je souhaite juste que j'aurais pu lui dire au revoir

Peut-être que je le ferai un jour

Ok now I'm going to cry

I've been wanting to do something for Jeanne and France for a while and so here it is

I think it is such a sad pairing, but I absolutely love it.

The last part (For those who don't speak french) says:

I wish I could say goodbye

Maybe I will someday.

Please R&R!

~Yulie