Self proclaimed author's notes: well I promise that this time I will not talk as much… well like I said I'd make a chapter about the storming of the Bastille. For those for you who do not know the story… LOOK IT UP. It's not that hard. But be warned the stuff is really intense it has so much gore it's not even funny. Basically~~

Parings/Characters: France-centric

Contains: angst, blood, err... a poorly taught history lesson, more angst and a little necessary OOCness (because France can't be happy or raping everyone ALL the damn time)

Rating: T leaning into M because- WELL IT'S A REVOLUTION enough said…

Warnings (?): not my best, it was a little more challenging than I thought to write.

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Out all the things that France thought could ever happen when this revolution was declared, it never occurred to him that the items of torture for the guilty were about to used for the innocent. People were screaming, running, destroying a facility that has only ever brought pain and very rarely, justice.

The red was most abundant color around. No, not because of the roses, or even the flags, but rather it was the blood of his people. Crimson splashes decorated Paris in the most disturbing of ways. Francis himself had blood staining and weighing down his clothes, he didn't care anymore. His hair, a beautiful golden blonde, that was always well kept, and shined in the light, was now dull, tangled, brittle, and was grotesquely highlighted with the maroon of drying blood. He had few bad but minor scrapes compared to his scarred people and the accused.

This was his darkest hour as a nation. Torn between his once beloved king and queen, or be part of this horror that is promised to bring fairness to all classes.

This whole time, before the revolution Francis was living in Versailles, with the king and his lovely wife Marie as well as other high nobles and members of the royal family. Even thought Versailles was finished long before the brink of said revolution, every time he'd walk into any room, France can't help but to stare in awe; in a state of wonder that was so great he was even intimidated by the magnificent castle.

At this time said nation realized that this is why he felt so… deprived, hungry without a true explanation.

Since the day the revolution broke out it every day was hell for him. At first he was just uneasy, moody too; excited about starting a republic, angry about how unfair the 3rd estate was treated (Goddamnit they were paying the heavy taxes all the time), yet unsure of the future outcome. As soon as Robespierre started to lose control, things got violent where pain had taken over his body and for the foreseeable future France was downright miserable. As more and more heads were ordered to be chopped off he become terrified and unwilling to step outside so why was he outside? Oh right, to see if there was anything left in the market..

Why? Innocent women and children were beaten, and (more so the women) raped. And the worst of it was that he could do absolutely nothing about it. Suppose he did try and help the woman, then what? He'd be accused of being anti revolutionary and the next day he'd be beheaded for sure, and if France himself was dealt with in that way then… He brushed the thought off, or at least tried to.

Was this even necessary? True, now that France knew the horrible truth about how 97% of his people were living in poverty while King Louise XVI, Marie, high nobles and even himself were on the lap of the utmost luxury. He had no clue that this anger was contained within the citizens….within him. Francis turned slowly over to a street corner where an innocent by stander getting pinned against the wall of a building. She appeared to be no older than 19, and her small child was shrieking, and was about to give the hardest blow a child could to his mother's attacker, until he his check was sliced open and blood spewed out. The woman cried for help but was ignored, for others were doing the same thing.

In all of this Francis merely cried, it did nothing to clean the blood stains off his body or clothes, after all this was all he could do… and wait for it to all be over.

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I effing hate this chapter. I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN SO LONG AND THIS IS THE SHIT I PRODUCE **dies*. No I do not expect any reviews, but eh, go ahead if you want to.. there's a good chance this chapter will be deleted and re-uploaded btw. This was exceedingly difficult to write too, it seems I'm only good at angst RPs, to balance it out I'm going to have to write fluff/romance of much higher quality :D look forward to that. I'll update before MN (Manga Next - Oct. 30 2010) I PROMISE!