Sorry for not updating for a while DX I've been way busy trying to save my math grade, but schools out now so only my family, Facebook and Youtube channel can distract me now. And (on the unintentional upside) I'm posting this on the day Joan of Arc actually died.

Okay that was more morbid than I thought...Anyways...

*Updated* This has been updated to include the history behind the chapter I'm currently in a rather nasty rut of writer's block but I have future chapters planned and written...it's just Russia that's giving me issues. I promise to update soon.

France's P.O.V.

The room was eerily silent. England's story leaving us all with a feeling of regret. Granted there weren't a ton of other emotions that could fill that. The only two who had yet to tell their tale were Russia and I, and it seemed like the scary Russian was waiting for me to tell. With a sigh, I reached into my pocket and pulled out an old envelope. Yellowed slightly with time, but the writing on it could still be clearly read. "This," I gestured to it, "is a letter from Jeane d'arc to the Dauphin of France in 1431..."(1)

"Preposterous." Charles (2) muttered throwing tossing the letter he'd opened two seconds ago back onto the table.

"What, sir?" I asked stepping up to his side.

"This girl." he sighed, "She keeps sending these letters asking to lead the army."

"A girl?"

"Oui," he rubbed his temples. "Jeane D'arc."

"I don't believe I've heard of her." I muttered.

"I don't have time for it." Charles stood. "We're in a war, the last thing I need is a woman sending consent letters to me about her desire to lead the French the victory against the English."

"Sir," a page knocked. "I think you should look out your window."

"What is it?" he asked as I peered through the window from the high tower and saw a company of horses.

"People to see you?" I suggested.

"One says they are Jeane D'Arc." The page informed us, we looked at each other in shock. "She claims that God has commanded her to put you on the throne." (3)

"Oh has she?"

"My lord?" I asked.

"If God has sent her, then we shall test her." he said. "Bring me the clothes of one of my courtiers." he commanded. Then turned to me. "You shall dawn my robes and pretend to be Dauphin."

"Sir?" I questioned.

"If God has truly sent her," he reasoned. "Then she will know who I am."

When everyone had changed to test the maiden, I was escorted to the court. I'll admit that I did enjoy the role, sitting in my boss's chair, waiting to see the girl who claimed such impossible things.

She entered in and at first I thought she was a man. Her hair was cropped short and she wore men's clothing. To everyone's surprise, she kneeled down in front of the Dauphin in the midst of the crowd.

"God give you a happy life, sweet king." she said solemnly to him. (4)

"I am not." he told her, then pointed to me. "That man is."

"You try to trick me, sweet Dauphin" she smiled. "But I will not be so easily fooled."

It went back and forth like that for a while, eventually he gave in and told them that he was indeed, who she claimed.

They quickly went into his chamber's to talk. I on the other hand was forced to give up the clothes that I had borrowed and return to my usual decor. Once they had come back out, Charles declared that he believed the girl, and was putting her in charge of the army.

I was surprised to say the least, but he was my boss, I wasn't going to argue.

She met me in the armory where I was to give her all of the necessities of war. As I was handing her the armor I couldn't help but try to get to know her better.

"So, what is a beautiful girl like you doing getting herself into a war like this?" I asked.

"God told me to." she said with confidence unmeasured. "And who am I to ignore a direct order from God?"

"War is messy and scarring." I warned her. "Why would God send such a beautiful flower into it?"

"I know not of his reasons." she shrugged. "I only listen, trust and keep faith that he has something planned for me."

Over the next few months, with her at the head of the army. Charles was crowned in Reims.(5) I had only heard of that, but I was there at the battle of Orleans. She plunged into the fight fearless, encouraging her soldiers to do the same. I quickly found England and launched into a battle with him.

"What? You've gotten so desperate that you're asking a girl to help?" He sneered, "A sinner of a girl at that."

"Look around you Angleterre." I pushed back, knocking him to the ground. "France is winning thanks to that girl."

"That girl will burn for her sins." he said. His army was retreating, we had won back Orleans. "One way or another, she will burn."

In that moment, I feared for Jeane, but as I looked over to her, a victorious smile on her face as the men cheered "The maiden of Orleans." (6)I couldn't bring myself to worry. This was a victory against England. For now, I'd celebrate.

She was involved in every attack on every level, she was busy beyond belief, but I was able to steal time alone with her. One of these times, I took her to my house where I introduced her to the little country who was living with me.

"Jeane, this is Canada." I told her, I'd long sinced explained the personified countries part of me.

"Oh, isn't he just adorable~!" she cooed. He giggled and whispered.

"Hello." which made her smile even more.

We spent the rest of the day just being together. She noticed that Canada kept calling me Papa and asked if he had a mother (or at least a motherly figure).

"Non." I sighed. "I'm afraid it's just us."

"Well then." she looked at Canada who was staring at her trying to get her attention. "I'll be your mama."

"You don't have to-"

"Mama Jeane!" he squealed, running into her arms. I chuckled, 'Perhaps after the war we should make that official.' I thought momentarily. But it was lost in the giggles that Canada was making. I don't remember him being so bold.

Joan was captured soon after that day. By the Burgundies, I wasn't there at the battle, there were matters to deal with at home. I didn't even hear about it until her ransom was sent to France.

"We can't afford it." Charles said.

"Can't afford it?!" I roared. "She's the only reason that you're on the throne, that we've gotten this far in the war!"

"I'm sorry." he said. "but we just can't." (7)

A few months later her trials began. England allowed me to visit her often. I kept trying to convince her to renounce everything that she fought for. The king wasn't on her side so she didn't need to fight for him anymore, but she refused. She stuck to it until the end. And though she proved very wise to the men who were judging her, she ended up being sentenced to burning.

I remember the last night I had with her, almost like it was yesterday.

"Take good care of Canada." she said. "Make sure he grows up big and strong."

"Of course, ma cherie." I whispered. "But it's not too late. Please, you can still give this up and live. You can still help me with Canada."

"I can't." she stated simply. "God has a reason for this. Even if it is one that I do not like. He will protect me until the very end."

"If you stay like this that will be tomorrow." I mumbled.

"My dear France." she pulled my head into her lap and stroked it softly, "Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Promise that you'll grow strong." she smiled. "Promise that you'll keep fighting, and that, no matter what, you'll always smile."

"Ma cherie..." I whispered.

"Promise me."

"...oui. Je promette." (I promise)

"Merci."

"Jeane?" I decided to take the jump. "I know...you believe that God is with you. But...would you allow me to be there too?"

"And how would you do that?" She frowned.

I held out a small modest ring. "Wear this?"

She smiled and held out her hand. I tried to ignore that she offered her left as I slipped it onto her ring finger.

"Time to go, frog." England came in. His voice sounded almost sad. Almost.

"Au revoir, My maiden of Orleans. My Joan." I said, kissing her hand.

"Why are you saying goodbye?" she questioned with a grin. "We'll meet again. Maybe not soon, but we will."

"Of course, ma cherie," I winked. "à bientôt." (until we meet again)

I walked out the door and as I shut it I heard the two talking.

"I do not fear death." Jeane stated. "Nor do I fear you."

"Oh really? Well, I do not fear that voice in your head you call God." England muttered coldly.

"I can promise you sir, God will not let me down."

"And neither my dear, shall I."

"The next morning, Joan was burned at Rouen." I finished into my hands. "I found Canada just a few streets over and worried he'd seen. Not for too long though. He was never that loud or bold again...in fact...he got quiet after mama left." I smiled sadly. "But I kept my promise, I watched over Canada, and tried to smile as often as I could. Even tried to spread the happiness around."

"Francis..." England muttered. "I...I always meant to apologize for that." he blushed looking down. "When Elizabeth died I was beginning to write you a letter of apology, for taking someone you loved so much away, but my new boss wouldn't hear of it."

"It is alright." I smiled. "God is watching over both of us now."

-Extra bit Joan's P.O.V.-

The orange flames that lick my body, the smoke that fills my lungs with darkened smoke, the cheers of victory and cries to stop are far from enough to stop me from seeing France and his pain. I can only hope that he does as he promised.

The ring on my finger melts into the skin, but I don't care. In heaven it'll mark me as his. My eyes scan the crowd looking at the faces that watched me in my final moments. My eyes catch a sign of violet under blonde. My gaze locks with Canada's, his eyes welling up in tears. I try to compose my gaze into a loving one, promising him everything will be alright, he runs off not too long after that.

So I look back to France, yes, they are my final sight of life, and I can't be happier.

Again, I didn't mean for commitment to fly out the window. But we have one more chapter like this and then we're two thirds of the way done! *cheers* Thank you all for staying with me during my two weeks of Hiatus, I'll try to do better.

History: *updated* Again, I'm staring at the computer screen willing for some form of inspiration. I'm going to try and update within the week.

1. Joan of Arc actually sent multiple letters before she actually went to the Dauphin herself.

2. Charles VII of France

3. After being ignored in her letters, she convinced men to escort her to Chinon, where the Dauphin was since Reims, Orleans and Paris where being occupied or fought for by the British.

4. When he was told of the girl's arrival, the Dauphin had one of his court members dressed in his clothes and they traded places. When she entered, she found the Dauphin hidden among his court members. She knelt down and said "God give you a happy life, sweet king." After he tried many times to deter her, he eventually told her that she was right and had a private talk with her. Nobody knows for sure what was said, but it was enough to convince Charles that she was indeed sent from God and had her sent her to Reims.

5. Charles was crowned somewhere around July 1429

6. This is one of the names Joan of arc had. (So was Jeane but that's the French pronunciation I think.)

7. She was captured in Paris by the Burundians (An ancient culture of Western German barbarians settled south of France) They had a large ransom for her which the Dauphin didn't pay. Soon after she was tried for wearing men's clothing and being a witch over the next year, only to be executed by burning.