Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters presented in Hetalia.
Authors Note: I've always loved the story of the Statue of Liberty. I love how France gave America this gift and the brutality of putting the gift together. I love this story so much I decided to make a fanfic with this story adapted into it. I hope you enjoy!
Looking up at Lady Liberty, standing tall, her light guiding all towards it, always brought hope. She was like a safe haven to millions and to me. When Lady Liberty had first graced my land, she was not always that dull green color. No. When first given to me, Lady Liberty was as golden as the sun, giving rays of hope and joy to all visitors and the people staying here with me.
As I think of the man who gave me this gift, my heart races fast. He was a wonderful man with many talents. I was surprised when he approached me, informing me that he was giving me this gift. Francis Bonnefoi and all of his people were gracing my land with this beautiful structure. I was excited and I could not wait to erect the beautiful statue.
Of course, much like love, Lady Liberty began to age and her golden glory began to dull. And so I write the story of Lady Liberty and the man who gave her to me.
Alfred placed his pen down onto the table, shutting the pages and setting the book onto a shelf where no one would bother to read it. After all, who would want to read a shabby old love story such as his? His people seemed to no longer care about his monuments or history. Nobody cared and knowing this hurt.
Alfred would leave his office. How long had it been since they last spoke to one another about that gift? It seemed like ages ago and yet Alfred wondered if Francis even remembered. Did he? Probably not. Time seemed to march on, much like the military did when Alfred was trying to gain his independence. That was when Alfred first realized that Francis had cared for him and it was when Alfred first started to doubt if he made the right choice with Arthur.
The American would walk out of his office and return outside. He couldn't stand to be in that office one more minute. He needed fresh air. Alfred walked right outside and inhaled deeply, letting the oxygen fill up his lungs, flowing out and creating carbon dioxide for the trees to take in and create oxygen, repeating the cycle.
The wind picked up, blowing Alfred's blond hair back. Maybe he would go and visit his old lover… That would be interesting. Or… Maybe not. It still hurt thinking of those memories. Then again, a trip out of America would be nice. Take in some unfamiliar sights. But where to go…? All Alfred wanted to go to was France. Not Paris, though. Paris was a lovely place at times but there were places in France that were… Well, they were not focused on as much and Alfred wanted to be away from people and not have the chance of bumping into Francis. Not today, at least.
Alfred made up his mind, deciding on going to Annecy, France. It was a beautiful place and it was one of his favorite memories in France. Besides, how likely would it be if Francis were to show up there? He was almost always in Paris.
Going to the airport, Alfred bought his tickets to Paris, France. When he arrived, he took the underground subway to travel to Annecy, arriving to his desired location. At least, this was the plan. Everything seemed to go on a sudden halt when long blond hair was seen ahead, in the train. It was Francis.
Authors Note: I hope you've enjoyed this story so far and I hope you continue to read it! Who knows what will happen in the next chapter? R&R F&F!
