New chapter, this time with France and Joan of Arc. I was not able to make this one romantic either. . . Maybe I should change the genre. . . Anyway, I looked thought plenty of Wikipedia pages and hope that I did not screw history up. Haha.

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"The Great God's dolls"

"A woman you say?"

The year was 1429 and France had been summoned to the French royal court. It was not the time to relax, they where in the middle of war! But it was a special request by the current king Charles VII and even though France himself was at the time ranked even higher then the king (not that many knew about that) he complied and traveled to Chinon.

"Yes, and barley that. She is only sixteen years old."

"And what did a child do that had us come all the way over here, Charles?"

The kings brows furrowed, he was not used to being talked to this way. But in France presence he was the one being polite. He was grateful that France existence was not widely known. If people, his people, knew that he bowed down to a seemingly youngster. He could only imagine the chaos. As far as the people knew, he and his family were the ones chosen by god. Not some immortal teen.

"She is like you, Sir." He hesitate at the "sir" but Charles was not stupid. He knew that France could take his crown away from him if he wanted to.

Frances tired half-closed eyes flashed open. Another country? No, he would know if there was somebody else around. He would be able to feel her present, but the closes country was England and he was miles away. So he calmly just asked "What do you mean when you say, like me?"

"She is sent from god! She have showed us proof that she have been chosen to help us, you, win against England!" Charles said enthusiastically. "We have told her about you, not exactly who you are of course, but about your connection to god." He continued on; "We think that it would be in the country's best interest if the two of you met."

'Silly humans.' France thought. 'And their blind fate in god.' France had never believed in god while some other countries did, claiming that this "god" had sent them there. No one really knew what role the personified countries had in the world, would the human not be able to do anything without them? What would happen if they abandoned their lands, themselves? No, France did not believe that they were sent to earth by some dude but rather that it was the power of humans that made him being there possible.

Humans are so afraid of god, and if they wanted to sanctify him because he "must have a connection" to him, he would let them. It made his life much easier. In earlier times he had had problems with big kings and likes that were too full of themselves, not thinking that a mere youngster could do anything when he in fact was the one where France fate laid.

But sure, he would meet with the girl. After all, he had gone through the trouble coming here so he might as well see for himself what Charles was so exited about.

"Well then, bring her here. She is here right?"

"Yes, yes of course." Charles looked around for a servant just to remember that no servants was allowed around France when they did not have to. So he rose from his armchair, excused himself and left the room.

France leaned back in his chair, it was so peaceful here. No crazy Englishmen who were trying to kill his troops and no crazy England that was his opponent. Why could he not just give up? He smiled when he remembered how cute and little England was last millennium, after the 1100th century everything just went downhill.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come on in." He called and one of the double doors opened. A woman, no, a young girl entered. France eyes grew wide and he sat up straight.

Her hair was brown and tied back in a simple French braid. Her eyes were blue, no, green and shone with confidence. She swiftly walked up in front of him and bowed down on one knee, her head turned down, with her simple but elegant red dress flowing out under her like fire.

France had a bad feeling.

"François Bonnefoy, I presume. I have been told about you. That you are called on from god and have received His blessings."

France was startled at first when she spoke. One, she voice was strong and firm, not like the one you usually find on sixteen year olds. Two, She had called him his human name. It was recently that it had been decided that he would carry a human name as well and that would be the one that he should use when introducing himself to humans. He did not like that; he was France not a human. But he comforted in that it was similar to his true name and that he was not the only country to receive an alias.

"I am Jehanne d'Arc and I wish to join you on your quest to free France from the English"

"Raise you head Jeanne d'Arc, for we are both equals" He said after a short pause, but as soon as those words slipped out of France mouth he wondered what it was that he had said, and why. He looked down on humans and now he was calling a human girl his Equal?

Jeanne turned her head and looked into Francs eyes, he put out a hand to help, and indicate that it was alright for her to stand up. He then nodded toward the sofa beside him.

"So Jeanne, tell me. Who are you?"

And so, Jeanne started telling France about the vision of angels she started receiving when she was twelve and that she later on got notions that later turned out to come true.

All that without knowing that she was speaking to one of the probably strangest beings in the world.

"How about you Sir Bonnefoy? I can sense that you are not what you seem to be. The way the people in the court are talking about you made me belive that you were going to be an old man. They told me that you are the one leading the armies. And that it is up to you if we win a fight or lose."

He tilted his head and leaned it on his fingers. "Oh, Miss Jeanne. It's not who I am, it is what I am."

He found is funny that a hint of confusedness had appeared in Jeanne's eyes.

"What's you are? I am afraid that I don't quite understand."

"I am France, Jeanne d'Arc. The one and only."

"France?" She said. "Like the country?"

"Like the country." He confirmed with a chuckle. "I am in fact the country, not the landmass of course, but more like a representative, a Nation. I was born with this country and with it I will die."

"Are you serious? Then you would have to be thousand years old, but you look barely older then me."

"It's correct that my body is the one of a human teen but we don't age like you, I was a child until a bit in on this century."

"We. . . You mean that there are more like you?"

"Well yes dear Jeanne, at least one of each country. England and I are fighting with each other now for example."

"I'm sorry Lord Bonnefoy, but this doesn't sound believable."

"That's what everyone says at first, but you know that this is real. Don't you, Jeanne d'Arc?"

Yes, Jeanne did have a feeling that his man was no ordinary human, his eyes and the way he moved was not the one of a young person.

"When I am weak, the country and its men become weak and that's why my battle with England is essential for the result of this war. If I lose, England and his troops becomes stronger and the win is theirs. And if this land suffers from bad economy or if the people are starving I become sick and weak as well."

But Jeanne still had doubt over what France was telling him, it was just too unbelievable that someone immortal existed, not even the prophets of god had that privilege. Or was it a curse? If what he claimed was true, what was god's intention with his and apparently the other "nations", existence?

"How about I tell you my story? Just like you just told yours and you can judge me after that?" France suggested, not waiting for an answer before starting. "My legend begins in the fifth century. . ."

One month later

"Let me come with you"

France looked down on the girl walking beside him.

"No"

The king's mother in law had requested aid in Orleans and it was there France was heading for his next battle with England. He did not want to drag Jeanne into that.

"Why not, the king has said that it is alright and I can help you win over England. I need to do this France." She said, the last sentence in a smaller voice.

"You are not fitted for battle Jeanne, you have to know how to defend yourself." He retorted. "The training I've been giving you this past month is not enough."

She stopped in her steps and France turned to look at her.

"I've seen things, France. I am supposed to be there. I am supposed to stay near you."

France sighed and knew that he already lost so it would be better to allow her of else she would try to get there on her own anyway.

"Okay then, Jeanne d'Arc. You have your Nation's permission. But I have one condition. If you are to ride with us to Orleans and fight by my site you shall do it as a man. And you will have to get your equipment on your own."

"Yes."

A thought appeared in France head; he smirked and thought 'Why not?'

"Down on one knee Jeanne." He requested firmly and when she complied he drew his sword. While tapping the sword on her shoulders he spoke.

"I hereby let you, Jeanne d'Arc, to wear armor of knights. Now rise." As she stood again with her face smiling brightly, making France remembers that she was just a child after all, France handed her the handle of his own sword.

"The most important thing for a knight is his sword; this will now belong to you. Jeanne d'Arc. I expect great things from you.

"I accept you kindness. And I will not disappoint you. France."

Tada! I don't know what the next chapter will be about, I did not knew what this chapter was going to be about until I was writing it. :P

Chinon - The place where the royal court were when Jeanne went there.

Orleans - Where Jeanne first fought, dressed like a man.

And no, he did not make her a knight, she's a girl! It was just kinda symbolic. . .

The title turned out that way since I listed to the op for "Kamisama Dolls" most of the time. I was going to have something godly in it anyway.

And I made France say "us" about himself in the beginning because he looks down on the king or something. And calling Jeanne her whole name because it sounded fancy.

And I made Jeanne call herself Jehanne on purpose.

BTW, is it best to change the "characters" by each chapter or keep with one? Hmm..

France and Joan of Arc picture that made me want to write this. (remove spaces)

http:/ /i1210. photo bucket. com/albums/cc404/ MeaiersCosplayPictures /Non%20cosplay/ anokooooooo. jpg

Anyone noticed the reference to an anime in last chapter? There is a new one in here.