by ~RainbowLeos, Sep 7, 2012, 10:19:40 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance
She was brilliant, beautiful, and magnificent. Although she was only an illiterate peasant girl in the beginning, she had entered my life with and accusation I thought was impossible. But now she was standing with me in my tent. "The saints, they call to me and say we must win this war." She says as she walks toward me. "But France, if this war isn't ended soon both you and England will loose money and people." She added as she engulfed me in a hug, I wrapped my arms around her. "I know Mon Amour." I told her in a whisper. England and I often went to war, and this war was one of the longest.
Joan held on to me a little while longer, not wanting to let go. I knew something was wrong but she had refused to tell me for the longest time. I first believed Joan about being able to hear the saints when she told me she knew who I really was, France. The country. Not a real living person at all. "France, the saints tell me something bad is going to happen." She whispered in a worried voice. I tightened my arms around her and slowly brought her down so we were both sitting on the blanket that laid on the floor. "I'll protect you, I promise." "Please don't make your empty promises." She whispered as she closed her eyes. The night ended as I laid her down next to me, she was fast asleep. I laid next to her and wrapped an arm around her and kept her close, I kissed her cheek gently and closed my own eyes. The war had brought us together, little did I know it would also be the thing to tear us apart.
I stood and watched as she was tied on to the stake, she spotted me and smiled softly. I forced a smile in return, although it was hard as the tears welled up in my eyes. I saw a single tear escape her eyes as the flames engulfed her. My smile disappeared as I stood in the crowd of cheering English men and women, along with a few children and looked as I heard a sound of laughter. I saw England standing upon a balcony. He had spotted me and given the orders to set fire to my lovely Joan earlier then planned. A sick and twisted smile was on his face, to him this was winning the war. To me, this was loosing something greater then the war. I will have my revenge for that day.
(( AN: This is the before story to my Falling For You EnglandXReader.
We all know that England had a dark side in his past, and we know he still has one now (even though its hidden very well.) What do you think France will do in Chapter 9 of EnglandXReader Falling for you? Who will get hurt? Who will Reader-chan truly leave and live with? In the end, will France really extract his revenge on out Iggybrows?!
Idk... still writing it.
Anyway this is how I picture France. Not as a rapist, he is to lazy for that. I picture France as being pampered and being fed grapes. To rape someone takes effort... effort does not equal France! Plus France... well he is the country of love, not rape. Molesting? Fair game. XD
All characters belong to the dude who made Hetalia (forgets the greatest man who has ever lived name! DX)))
