A/N Todays the day! I'm going to finish this! I didn't get to update these last two days cause I was building a fence. So here's France~!

France

"I'm sorry I have not been by to visit recently." France mumbled with a small smile tugging gently at his lips.

In front of him was a colorfully ornamented cross that stood as a reminder to his precious Maid of Orleans. In his hands was a bouquet of red and white roses in blue wrapping held together by a delicate white bow. He'd been meaning to visit more often, but politics had gotten in the way. Today though, something different settled in the air, so he all but ignored his bosses orders and went out on the town.

"Canada's grown quite a bit since you cast saw him." he continued. He was talking to an old friend after all, one who couldn't reply, but a friend all the same. "He has my hair, I've stayed strong, and smiling all for you." he paused then lightly chortled. "I know I'm a sentimental old fool. But at least I'm your fool, non?"his smile was heartbreaking, the shine in his eyes a mere echo of what it could be, of what it was.

"I'm afraid I must be off now." he sighed placing the flowers down. "I won't be gone for so long this time." he turned and left the cemetery site, heading for the town.

Perhaps America's little experiment worked. He felt light as air after thinking of Joan again but he felt his heart sinking as well. To make matters worse, he could've sworn that he could see her face in the crowd.

Trying to ignore it, he struck up a conversation with a local merchant. Not really knowing what they were discussing. His eyes wandered back to where he thought that face was, just to prove it'd been a trick of the light.

But it wasn't. There she was, holding a camera, did she just take his picture?

And that was how that marvelous day had started. After awkward stumblings and a frenchman's over zealous attitude, the two went on a tour of France discussing the Hundred Years War and the figure whom France had visited just that morning.

At sunset, France openly marveled at her presence. At last, a chance to tell her, Joan, how he felt without a tower surrounding them, a locked door barring them, a fire waiting for them. But he needed to be careful, because he didn't want to scare the poor girl off. But he did learn that her name was Lisa, he would hold that name close to his heart.

When her attention was towards the beautiful view, France slipped away and watched her reaction. After a few minutes of searching she left and France took the spot he'd earlier vacated. He looked down and saw the girl eagerly. Walking through the streets, snapping pictures at a rapid pace. France chuckled. But that sound soon died.

"Live well," he sighed. "Do whatever your heart desires, Lisa."

A few days later, France was about to leave the the cross again when a man stopped him. "You know," he said. "on May 30th every year at exactly midday, the sun hits that cross just right and it literally looks like it's on fire."

France flinched internally, but decided that since that fateful day was tomorrow, he'd go and see for himself.

Midday the next day brought a beautiful sight for him. When the sun was in the highest point in the sky, the jewels on the cross began to sparkle. The gold it was made from glittered along to the ballet of color and sun. Erupting into a warm flame of beauty and promise. And when he looked closer, he saw a girl. Sitting on the top with a determined glint in her eye and a stern smirk on her lips.

'I promise France.' he heard it say to him. 'Goodbye, thank you, I love you.'

"Je t'aime aussi, Lisa, ma maid d'orleans, Joan d'arc...

Ma Jeane."

A/N There is actually a cross made for Joan to honor her memory. The last bit is more or less the extent of my three years of French and I'm not sure it's conjugated so...if you know it's wrong please tell me.