Title: Only for her God
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s) / Pairing(s): France/Francis Bonnefoy, Jeanne d'Arc
Rating: safe
Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, sentimental
Warnings: one shot
Summary: May 1431. Stake. When he hears the news, Francis falls in the mud on his knees, shocked, and tears begin to rule his face.
Note: thanks to acrossai, who beta-ed this fanfiction for me ^^
May 1431.
Stake. When he hears the news, Francis falls in the mud on his knees, shocked, and tears begin to rule his face. Yet he had known it since she was captured by the British, aided by French themselves , how it would end. But he couldn't help but hope, to believe in the God who had sent her, just as she had taught him. Jeanne.
She had healed him from the wounds of Crecy, Poitiers, Agincourt , and Reims , guided by God. Just sixteen years old, she had joined hands with him and showed him that not all was lost.
He recalls her blonde, beautiful hair even in that armor too big for her, smiling at him just before her last battle. She does it with serenity, even though she knows that death might be near.
She smiles because she knows she has done her duty, only for her God, and she doesn't mind how frightening or painful her future might be.
"I'll protect you," with these words she reassures him, her blue eyes shining with strength previously unknown to Francis. And with that strength, he feels he can do anything.
After that, Paris. Francis curses softly. He cannot easily forgive them, the Burgundians who had given her to the British.
He lifts up his eyes to heaven, where it is certain that she has flown recently. Jeanne, the first love of his life. Although she did it only for her God, Francis couldn't not love her, France couldn't not love her.
-Thank you for everything you did- he whispers to the sky. - You taught me how to hope, to fight, you made me stronger. Your life... - he interrupts himself when a new tear falls from his eye. - ...Your life has not been lost in vain. I'll become a better man and nation, like who you saw in me. But you... Please⦠Don't stop, lead me... Jeanne. -
A shy sunshine's ray pierces the dark clouds covering the sky, even though it's May, and gently caresses Francis's face. He is sure that she, Jeanne d'Arc, the Maid of Orleans, France's heroine and his first love, has listened to him and whispers that maybe all she had done wasn't only for her God.
