Word Count: 334
Pairings: France/Fem!England (Francis/Alice)
Warnings: Feels
Love Lost
Alice was typically not one for rumors. Once in a great while she would listen in, just to hear what sorts of things were going around, however she never truly believed anything she heard. That is, until she heard the rumors about Francis.
The two had not been together long, though she had developed feelings for him long ago. She knew he had a past, one with many lovers and a great deal of flirting. That was something she had come to accept, he was hers now and that was that. Or so she thought.
"I heard he was seen sneaking out of a broom closet with one of his ambassadors."
"That lovely secretary of his practically lives in his bedroom."
"He was caught with America after the last meeting ended."
"That's old news, I saw he had the hotel desk clerk in his room last night."
The whispers continued throughout the meeting, various stories gossip, though Francis was always mentioned in one compromising situation or another. Alice tried to ignore it, she truly did but it was becoming more and more difficult as the meeting was dismissed for lunch.
As expected, arms reached down to wrap around her shoulders. She tensed, shrugging his arms off and beginning to gather her things.
"Mon amour, is somezing wrong?"
Alice turned to face him, clutching tightly to the folders in her arms. "We're through."
Blue eyes widened as he pulled back. "Quoi?"
She ducked her head and quickly walked away. Francis stood unmoving, ignorant to the sympathetic stares he received from those who had not yet left the room. His knees buckled and he collapsed to the floor, not knowing what to do beyond burying his face in his hands and letting the tears flow. A short distance down the hall Alice stepped into an empty room and locked the door. She slowly slid to the floor, wrapping her arms around herself as if to hold herself together while tears began to flow.
The lovers wept.