A/N: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia or any of its characters, this story was made for pure enjoyment so please enjoy. Omg it's been over a year since I uploaded O.o I really have to apologize! Super sorry!

When Seychelles arrived Monaco felt like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders, it was a good thing Michelle was visiting France for another week. Monaco never saw her older brother so depressed before and was accustomed to his cheerful flirtatious ways that got on her and everyone else's nerves. Seychelles and England had been sightseeing together when they received the call requesting Seychelles presence.

"Michelle thank God you're here, oh bonjour Arthur thank you for coming as well." Monaco said fixing her glasses. England greeted her back, Seychelles looked at the staircase and then to Monaco.

"Is Francis still in his room Beatrice?" Monaco nodded, and Seychelles proceeded up the stairs with the two following close behind her.

When they arrived at France's room Seychelles went up to the door and rapped waiting for an answer. No reply came so she rapped again.

"Francis? Francis it's Michelle are you ok?" she called and waited for a reply, after about five minutes he still did not reply.

"I think he's sleeping Beatrice so let's try again later ok?" Seychelles said turning to the other brunette, England went to the door and started pounding it with his fists causing the two females to become very alarmed.

"A-Arthur what are you doing?! Stop it!" Monaco hissed softly, the English nation ignored her and continued pounding away much to the dismay of the young woman.

"Oi France! Open up it's me! Michelle and I came all this way to see you so have some balls and face us! Your little sister is worried!" England called loudly, the trio waited but it seemed like he either was actually sleeping so he didn't hear them or he was flat out ignoring them.

England figured it was the latter so he got even more annoyed with the flirtatious nation and proceeded to kick at the doors and surprisingly enough as he made his way to forcefully kick open the door, the door opened at that exact time sending him sailing on to the fine wine carpets in France's room. Monaco and Seychelles peeked in to see if France was in the room.

He was, he was lying down on the bed with his head down in his large white pillows, it looked like he was sleeping so the two females proceeded back out of the room as quickly and quietly as possible while England marched over to the bed to see if his friend was faking it or actually sleeping.

He reached out to touch his friend's back but jumped when France rolled over to stare at him, his eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying?

"France why were you crying?" he asked in confusion bringing the chair by the bed closer so he could take a seat. France stared into the ceiling and blinked causing two tears to fall from either of his eyes, as he said nothing for a while.

England shifted uncomfortably as the waves of despair rolling off the French man hit him full force, his depression causing him to feel queasy.

"Cut it out Frog you're creeping me out more than that time you asked me to m-marry you." England said in disgust at the memory. France sighed and stared at him his blank blue eyes staring at him.

"England do… you remember what's special about the 30th of this month?" he asked raspily, England thought long and hard, the 30th sounded familiar but considering his history it was nearly impossible to remember every small cumbersome detail of his immortal life.

"No… why?" France chuckled darkly and sat up in his bed, he closed his eyes and smirked

"What's so funny France?" England asked creeped out by the older nation's weird behavior, France ignored him and stared at his dressing table. He made his way out of the bed and walked toward the table before rummaging through the drawers. England watched him pull out an elegant black box out of the drawer and walked towards him his hand outstretched.

"Open it and you will understand." England obliged and opened the box, a white lily hair clip was resting neatly in the center. England instantly recognized the hair accessory and looked at France apologetically.

"Oh… sorry I forgot about-" he was stopped by France's raised hand,

"Don't apologize because I forgot about it as well…" his voice broke as he breathed in deeply, putting his head in his hands.

"Arthur… how could I have forgotten Jeanne's death anniversary? I love Jeanne so much still and yet it didn't register to me her death anniversary was approaching, what if I had missed going to her grave? What the hell is wrong with me?" he asked in anguish, his tears flowing from his eyes once more. England looked at his friend in sympathy, he walked over and patted his friend's back as he cried again.

"Y-you know sometimes when I think about Jeanne and the coward I was not going to her rescue immediately I wish that I would die." England looked at him understandingly.

"France it may not be much now but I truly am sorry for her death, I was young, arrogant and extremely stupid and didn't care about the sufferings of any other nation but myself, I should have spoke up when they decided to burn her but I didn't." France sighed wiping his eyes with his shirt sleeve,

"Don't hold it against yourself Arthur, I have forgiven you a long time ago it was your people's choice not yours to kill… anyways I wish you could have met her personally, not on the battlefield but have a conversation between you two you would have seen how amazing my Jeanne was." He mumbled blowing his nose with the Kleenex England passed, the younger nation froze and hesitated.

"Um…" France looked at him quizzically,

"What is it England?" he asked puzzled by the discomfort on his friend's face,

"Actually France I never told you this but I have spoken to Jeanne before she died…" France's mouth opened in shock

"When?"

"I spoke to her the night before her execution… I wanted to belittle her-" a dirty glare was shot his way "- but I changed my mind after talking with her."

England had just finished speaking with the king and was making his way down to the dungeon to see their prisoner, the lady of France Jeanne of Arc.

He walked down ignoring the looks he was getting from servants who whispered about him as he passed, his mood was high above the clouds as he had succeed in capturing that French sow, nothing could crash his high. Finally after months of having a wounded ego from being beat by a girl he could say that he beat the infamous Jeanne of Arc.

As he approached the dungeon the two guards situated outside of her cell bowed their heads and opened the cell door for him to enter.

Upon entering he saw Jeanne sitting chained up against the wall sleeping, he could see bruises on her cheeks and eye as well as on her arms and collar bone. It seems that the interrogators did a heck of a job on her. As he got closer he heard her shallow breathing, it seemed that they injured her lungs as well.

"Hey wake up!" he yelled stooping in front of her, she cracked open her eyes and stared at him through blank eyes. He never noticed before but her eyes had bags under them, it seemed she was also sleep deprived. She only stared at him her mouth set in a grim line.

"So after all this time you beat me in the battle field I finally got the upper hand huh? Hahahahaha!" he laughed throwing his head back with hands on his hips. Jeanne stared at him

"What an idiot," she murmured shaking her head, England stopped laughing and his eyes widened

"Wait you can speak English?!" she looked like she was about to smack her forehead

"I am from New Orleans you know, of course I can speak English as well French." She said in a matter of fact voice. He blushed in embarrassment and stammered angrily (a/n: if New Orleans didn't speak English at that time please forgive me but for the sake of the story let's pretend they did back then)

"W-well how was I supposed to know? I've only heard you speak French on the battlefield!" he argued

"I am called the Maiden of New Orleans you know, and of course I'll speak French I lead the French Army." She said sighing shaking her head, a little smile rested on her lips.

"No one told me! In fact no one tells me anything!" he grumbled folding his arms, he was surprised when he heard her laugh.

She giggled at his childishness putting a hand in front of her mouth, she would have laughed harder but she winced and held her ribs tenderly. England observed her wincing

"…what's wrong with your ribs?" she looked at him looked at him calmly

" Don't worry about it, I will be dead in a few hours any ways so it's not like worrying about my health is going to save my life now don't you agree Mr. England?" oh, he forgot about her execution.

"I suppose you may have a point about that girlie." She frowned at his use of words,

"I am not a 'girlie' I am Jeanne of Arc a young woman." He rolled his eyes at her declaration,

"Yeah, yeah, and I'm an normal human right?" she paused for a moment before speaking to him,

"Did you ever wish you were a human England? To be free from being tied to your country forever so you could live your life the way you wanted to? Be with who you wanted to be with?" he paused and thought about it, he had wondered what being human felt like, growing old with the person you loved but it was most of the time just a passing fancy.

"No I get to live forever why would I want to exchange that for a few measly years on this earth as a human? It's great living without the fear of dying from something as petty as diseases or old age." He grinned plopping down on the ground where she was sitting.

"I pity you England, it must get pretty lonely when people you know end up dying a short while afterwards… I wonder if Francis feels that way?" she said mostly to herself, England tilted his head

"Francis? You mean France?" she nodded a faraway look on her face,

"I wish I could see him one last time then… then I'll die in peace." She whispered closing her eyes a sad expression on her face. England couldn't understand this woman at all, France had abandoned her to die by the hands of his people yet she wishes to see the traitor?

"Why would you want to see him? He left you here to rot in this prison cell shouldn't you hate him for abandoning you?" her eyes snapped open and she glared at him

"Don't you dare talk about Francis that way! I will never hate him not now not ever! I know he will come to see me even if he doesn't succeed in rescuing me Francis wouldn't just leave me I am sure of it." She said proudly smiling.

England was at a loss for words, this woman acted like she was in love with F- his eyes widened, no it wasn't possible was it?

"You are in love with France." Her cheeks reddened in embarrassment and she began stammering.

"W-wha-? Well I like him, well love is I mean, but he and I-? No- I- I guess!" she rambled on incoherent sentences while England watched on in amazement. This woman was truly remarkable.

"Unbelievable, how could a nation and a human fall in love? That's impossible!" she stopped immediately and stared at him.

"Why is impossible? I love him and he loves me, we fell in love that's all there is to it." She paused once more and frowned.

"England, haven't you ever cared for a person like that? Nation or human was there no one you felt a connection for?" he shook his head and stared at her blankly.

"I don't have time for something as frivolous as affections, it's a waste of time and effort, war is by far more appealing than love." He replied honestly, there was too much going on for him to care about love, he was the leader of his army, the glorious English Army who needed a strong general (him) to lead them in battle and to victory.

"You must be very lonely England. I pray God sends you someone for you to cherish as you live on." His eyes snapped back to her and he glared, she was giving him a sad look like she pitied him.

"I don't need your pity save it for yourself after all tomorrow is…" his voice trailed off, he looked back at a calm Jeanne who looked like she feared nothing, the mention of her approaching death didn't faze her at least. Was this really right?

"Do you want to die?" he asked suddenly startling her yet again, she opened her mouth slightly.

"What are you-"

"Just answer my question please." She looked down biting her bottom lip.

"No with all honestly no I do not but if I must I must." England looked at her annoyed now,

"You are just going to accept your fate just like that?"

"Yes… If it must happen then it will happen, I do not fear death I just wished however I could have lived a little longer on this earth there was still much I wanted to do before my death."

"Lord Arthur, the King is calling for you." A guard interrupted yelling by the entrance of the cell. England replied back before getting up and dusting himself off. He looked at the door of the cell hesitantly before looking back at his prisoner

"I have got to go… you know you're really not that bad Girlie, if I had met you before France we might have been friends." He mumbled his cheeks reddening as he cleared his throat, Jeanne laughed and smiled

"Who knows, you are truly not as bad as I thought you were England, um can you grant me a last request England?" she asked softly, he nodded and waited for her to continue

"When I am gone please… please watch over Francis I do not want him to have resentment in his heart nor do I wish to see him alone. Help him England I beg you." She pleaded her eyes boring him down, he hesitated but after seeing her broken expression he agreed.

"Thank you England, May God bless you my friend." He nodded and gave a little bow.

"Goodbye Maiden of New Orleans it was truly a pleasure talking to you."

"Goodbye England."

"The last time I saw her was at her execution… she was indeed a remarkable woman France, she loved you very much I could see it in her eyes when she spoke of you." England said smiling wryly, France looked at him a sense of ease on his face.

"Thank you England, I'm happy that you had a chance to see for yourself what a remarkable woman she was, Jeanne was truly like an angel non?" he sighed softly, England smiled at his friend's relaxed posture and picked up the box to put it back in the drawer. England wasn't always mean to the older nation with the exception he acted like a total idiot which was nearly always but it didn't mean he hated him. As much as he hated to admit it France was like a brother he never had so he secretly looked up to him, though mind you no way in hell would he ever admit it.

"Do you…" England began not really sure how to say it, France looked at him curiously "Do you want to go to a club tonight? I'll invite Matthew and Alfred again, friends have a way of making everything feel better I suppose." England said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, France smiled touched by friend's consideration. Arthur despised clubs but he was willing to put up with going to one to cheer him up.

"Merci but no it's ok, I think I'd prefer to sleep in tonight if that's ok." He said giving a yawn which reaffirmed his decision. England nodded and left the man to sleep as he went to give the verdict to the two worried women who were waiting outside the door.

"Well? Is France ok England?" Seychelles asked impatiently tapping her foot, her anxiety displayed itself on her face. England nodded closing the door quietly, he figured it was best not to tell the women about their talk so he opted to telling them he ate something bad and was feeling a little ill.

"Shall I call the doctor then?" Monaco asked nervously, her nerves starting to get the best of her as usual. England shook his head

"No need love, he's just feeling a bit queasy nothing a bit of tea and some scones won't fix!" At his mention of English food both women visibly paled.

"U-Um It's quite ok England we wouldn't want to bother you with sharing your f-f- food." Monaco said the last part with much struggle. England not taking the hint waved his hand to dismiss her as being silly.

"No need! We British are always healthy because we eat a lot of scones at afternoon tea! Speaking of which is about now anyhow, I was hoping to have a picnic at a park we passed coming here Michelle luckily I brought more than enough for us to share." England said smiling proudly while Seychelles turned bright green at the notion of eating scones.

"You wanted to f-feed me scones…" Seychelles said the horror etched unto her face as she backed away slowly from the English nation. Monaco sensing trouble ahead quickly intervened.

"U-um how about I ask Auguste to set up a picnic for us? Our chef can make some sandwiches if you'd like England? And also brew some tea for you." Monaco asked silently praying he would accept. England put a hand on his chin contemplating an answer, both ladies waited anxiously for the verdict.

"Well… It's been a while since I had some sandwiches, I guess that wouldn't be too bad? Could he also bring some jam or honey? I forgot to pack some for my scones." England said rummaging through the bag Seychelles handed him, before pulling out the offending food item.

The scones were blackened and malformed with an ominous green aura surrounding it which made Monaco and Seychelles step back in fear. England didn't seem to notice as he bit into the dry scone and chewed like nothing was wrong before swallowing it.

"Delicious! Are you guys going to wait until the picnic? You could have some now if you'd like-"

"Non! No that's ok, eat up as much as you like." Monaco said cringing, England shrugged before stuffing down another and another. Seychelles breathed a sigh of relief as the 'pastry' slowly diminished from sight gradually, England licked his lips in satisfaction and sighed putting his hand on his slightly bulging stomach.

"Ah~ That hit the spot big time. I do wish I had my tea to drink with it though." He said as they made their way down the stairs to the dining room.
"Michelle is there anything you'd like for the chef to prepare for our picnic?" Monaco asked fixing her glasses once they reached the living room. Seychelles pondered a bit,

"Hmmm… I'll go with you to talk to the chef by then I should have decided what I would like." Seychelles said linking arms with the blond haired woman.

"We'll be back, what kind of tea should I tell the chef to make?" Seychelles asked turning back to the English man

"Earl Grey, and don't forget to bring a few lumps of sugar to sweeten it! And perhaps a bit of cream." He said before stuffing his face with another scone causing the two women to wince before heading to the kitchen leaving England to his thoughts.

"Call me crazy but sometimes I get the feeling that people actually hate my cooking, which is weird because English food is the best on earth! Hmm… this could do with a bit more salt." England said chewing a darker scone with a shrug.