An awkward rescue mission
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
1510
In the simplest of terms, Francis was worried. He had heard that the new King of England was apparently notoriously loose with women. It was highly unlikely that they would execute Alice for cross-dressing, but he hoped the spunky younger nation would be careful and remain 'Arthur' until that… that putain d'homme was dead.
It wouldn't hurt to check up on her through, would it? Unofficially of course, not as the nation of France but as Lord Francis Bonnefoy, just checking up on a friend. After all, King Louis XII had an alright relationship with England currently, so it wouldn't be unspeakable for a Lord from Paris to come shower the normally drab England with some fashion.
However, when he reached London he was horrified when he first saw her. She had a cap to cover her short hair and heavily embroidered dress complete with farthingale, and was backed into a corner like she wanted nothing more than just to disappear.
"Ma bichette, it is worse than I thought," He said first thing when he reached her, causing her to jump in surprise. "Mon chou, why are you dressed like this?"
"Stop with the names, Francis; and when I introduced myself to him, he declared it would be a shame to have a flower hidden away." She stated dryly, un-amused by the fact that her ruler hadn't gone along with her century long ruse like his ancestors had.
"I see," Francis muttered, stepping aside and slipping back into the crowds as King Henry came over to speak with Alice, who looked painfully uncomfortable. The rest of the night, Francis kept one eye on Alice, monitoring to make sure she wasn't dragged off somewhere unwilling.
It was well after midnight when a shadow could have been seen sneaking into the Kirkland manor. The bedroom door was no match for the expert lock pick. The door opened slowly and the intruder had just enough time and practice to parry an attack from the room's occupant, quickly pinning their assailant.
"Francis, you…." Any further protests were muffled by the hand covering her mouth.
"Mon chaton, I have decided it would be best if you returned to Paris with me, under the circumstances. I have two horses already saddled and waiting for us." The mischievous intruder said with a smirk. Then, before any protest could be made, the small blonde she was gagged and carried outside.
The ride was hard, but after several rest stops for the horses and a ferry, they reached Paris safely within a few days. It was an awkward time period for the two; even though their countries were at war again, she remained in his Paris manor. Francis all but told her to stay until her King was dead to prevent her from getting placed in a situation that she couldn't escape from.
Alice fit into the Manor well; running around in a simple dress and a scarf covering her hair, which was grown out because in France there was no reason to pretend. They got along, but weren't lovers and weren't married, but they would randomly get into fights for reasons no-one could find a reason for. The servants all assumed that they were cousins, or perhaps siblings, and her marriage hadn't worked out.
It was understood by them both that she would need to go back eventually. That was why it wasn't a surprise in late January 1547 when Francis came home from his trip to the market to find a pile of hair and some of his trousers and a tunic missing. He was also unsurprised to hear that a new king was crowned shortly thereafter.
It was fine; he would keep his eyes open in case any other boring English rulers tried anything funny.
AN: Well this turned out more serious than I had wanted, but hopefully it wasn't a complete downer!
Translations- sorry I used Google translate so if something is off help me out you guys!
putain d'homme = man whore
ma bichette = my little doe
mon chou = my cabbage
mon chaton = my kitten