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Rennee's note: Hey ya'll umm sorry for not updating but school and mothers have had our primary attention. We had two ideas for our Canada chappie and we need help ya'll. 1. Is completely appropriate and not all that unexpected, 2. umm well let's just say it's not your average behavior Canada and it's a bit...um. Well let's just say it'll be hilarious. so if you will just put a little 1 or a 2 in the review box and we should have it out pretty soon. This chappie was meant to go out on Valentine's but I had a convention to go to. So sorry for it being late and we hope ya'll enjoy.

Francis sat in bed trying to plan the conversation in his head. My dear mon cher it has been... No. My lovely rose there's something... Non. Marianne I... No this wasn't working! How was he going to tell her? Part of him didn't want to let her go but he knew he had to. He couldn't ever since... No, he couldn't think of that .
He poured himself another glass of wine.

Hey, maybe he could call up that stupid Britt! Surely he's been dumped by many girls and would know something for him to say. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.
"What do you want frog?"
"Ah, well I need your help." Francis responded.
"Oh, Bloody hell! For the last time I am not going to marry you!"
"Non, non-" He was cut off by a woman on Arthur's side.
"Are you cheating on me!?"
"What!? No! It's just this stupid man-" Then Arthur was cut off by the same woman. Although, this time her voice was clearer meaning she actually had the phone.
"Who are you and why did you ask Arthur to marry you?" This lady clearly had a British accent.
"Non, don't worry! That only happened once and it was because my boss told me too! I promise you Arthur is an asshole."
She giggled, "You got that right," Her voice was farther away now, "Here you go Arty."
"Thank you," The original Brit was back on, "So, what do you want?"
"Well, first, who's the lady?" Francis had to ask.
"None of your business. Now, what do you want?" Arthur demanded.
The French man sighed. It was obvious his "friend" was occupied at the moment. "Actually, forget about it. I figured it out myself."
He heard the other man sigh in annoyance. " Well, how about you don't bother me next time!"
"Of course, bye."
"Bye wanker." England hung up.
Francis sighed. He didn't know what to do.

[Time skip brought to you by... Abigail duh! What did you expect?]

Francis was dressed up all nice in very expensive tuxedo. He was standing outside the gourmet restaurant waiting for his lovely Marianne to show; no she wouldn't be his anymore he couldn't think like that. Tonight was the night he planned to leave her. Ugh, this had never been this hard for him before.

He saw her walking up. "Francis!" She kissed him

"I hope you haven't been waiting to long."
"Non, non, I would wait forever for you." He gave her a kiss. A lie, it hurt him but it would hurt her more.
"Is our table ready?" She asked.
" Oui, come!" Francis led her through the door and to their table where they say down and ordered some of his favorite wine, the waiter recognized him from his previous visits and suggested it.
Francis took a deep breath. He had to break up with her. Anyone who got to close died, they all died and he had to keep living.
He looked around a little bit when his eyes saw her. No that couldn't be right. She was dead! He saw her with her messy blonde hair and 14th century clothing. He had to be hallucinating. It wasn't possible that Jeanne d'Arc was standing in that far corner of the restaurant. He remembered watching her burn and scream at the hands of one of his best friends. He remembered how much he loved her. He had never loved anyone as much as he loved her, even though he was only with her for two years... However, Marianne came surprisingly close.
"Francis..." He heard a voice say. He looked up to see if it was Marianne, but she was busy looking at the menu. "You can't hold on to me forever." Now Francis knew who the voice belonged to. He looked at her, and she was staring right at him. "I'm gone. You need you to move on." It felt like the voice was just whispering in his ear. "That's what I would want." He looked back at the corner and she was gone.
"Francis," this time the voice clearly belonged to Marianne. "Are you OK?"
"Oh, oui, of course I am, Mon Cher."
"You've been quiet." She said.
"I'm sorry I was thinking," Francis got up from table",Actually, there's something I would like to show you."
"Oh... Of course, dear." She got up and took his hand.
They left the restaurant.

[Time skip brought to you by... Me, Abigail, again. Seriously, who do you think is writing this? Colonel Mustang?]

The two lovers found themselves at the top of the Eiffel tower. Francis loved it there, and he certainly was not abusing his status to get there. The night was cool but not uncomfortable and for once it wasn't raining. There was a slight breeze, and the moon and stars were clearly visible. When they had reached the top, Francis grabbed both of Marianne's hands in his and looked her in the eyes.
"My dear Marianne, for the past few years I have been playing girls. Staying with them for only a short time and in the end breaking their hearts. The reason I've done this is because... I've done this ever since I lost my first love. When she died I... I had never felt such pain in my life. After that, I was terrified I'd lose the others as well. I've realized tonight that I need to let go of my fears and live life to the fullest. I have a beautiful, lovely, and quite sexy, girl right here in front of me that I love so much. Marianne, I want you to know that I love you, and that I would never hurt you intentionally. "
Marianne felt stinging in her eyes. She knew she was messing with a player since the beginning, but something about him just drew her to him. She didn't quite know what it was but, he was beginning to love him, she wanted to be able to grow old with him but sadly that was not possible maybe one day he could know her secret. But, for now she decided just to enjoy the moment.
"I love you too, Francis. I love so much!" She embraced him and kissed him on the cheek. They gazed out over Paris's beautiful lights.

Yes for now, she'd enjoy these moments.

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