So... school is starting in a couple of weeks. I actually can't wait because that gives me an excuse to not get these chapters done as fast. /shot/ Ahem, Flyingmintbunny9 requested some France/Fem!UK.

Song: I See The Light

~*Alice's POV*~

If you walk into our living room and look at the mantle above the fireplace you will see three photographs of three different weddings. The one on the far right depicts Francis and his wife, Jeanne. They both look splendid, dressed in white and surrounded by roses. Francis, being the ridiculous, romantic Frenchman that he is, dipped Jeanne down and kissed her just as the picture was taken. You can see them both smiling into the kiss. He's often told me that he was glad he hadn't know what would happen only five months later after their wedding. You see, Francis was away on a business trip one night and as far as the authorities can figure there was some sort of gas leak. It's a comfort to know Jeanne died peacefully in her sleep I guess. All of this happened two years before the wedding picture on the far left took place.

That's my wedding picture. Well, mine and Alfred's. He looks very handsome in his tuxedo and his bright blue eyes flashing. And I look all right too I suppose. The adorable git picked me up bridal style and kissed me on the cheek. I was quite put out by that - don't let my smile in the photo fool you - but Alfred just laughed. That was his cure for anything, a good laugh. I wish more people could be like him, honest, direct, and positive. Though, they could spare his way of finding trouble and his love of superheroes. People might say I was luckier than Francis since I got three years with Alfred before... The men in his unit say he was a fine soldier, a veritable hero. Stupid, selfless git.

Alice looked at the white roses in her hand. She hated the color. White was cold and empty. There wasn't any promise of something better in the color, at least, that was how she saw it. Why had she picked these roses? Right, because she hadn't been paying attention. A robin twittered overhead and Alice looked up. The graveyard was beautiful, she'd give it that. Shady and cool, it gave the headstones a soft, muted look. She hadn't been here since the funeral almost two months ago. She didn't have the heart to visit any sooner. Alice shook her head to clear it, she wouldn't get anywhere be standing around like a ninny.

She took a moment to strengthen her resolve before continuing on. Alfred's grave wasn't far, only a couple rows down. She tsked in annoyance when she spotted someone blocking her way. It looked to be a man not much older than herself with wavy shoulder length blonde hair that was tied back. He was standing in front of a grave and holding roses as well except that his were a light pink. Alice watched silently as he knelt down and laid them on the grave, head bowed. He whispered something too faint to hear and rose to his feet. He didn't notice Alice until she was right next to him.

"Am I blocking your way?" he asked in a lilting French accent.

His eyes were blue too.

Swallowing back a lump in her throat she answered, "I-I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a bother." She glanced at the gravestone and saw the name "Jeanne Bonnefoy" and another glance revealed that she'd been dead for around five years. "Was she a friend of yours?"

He gave a small smile. "She was my wife."

"Oh." Alice looked back down at her roses. The purity of their color was mocking her. "Oh!" A sob escaped her lips and tears beaded in her eyes. A hand fell on her should and a handkerchief was offered.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to offend!"

Alice shook her head quickly and wiped her eyes, "No, no. It's not you. I'm... going to my husbands grave." A silence fell upon them. A long, knowing silence. He was the first to break it by holding out his arm and asking,

"May I accompany you?"

'No' was on the tip of her tongue yet Alice couldn't get it out. But after all, she'd refused Matthew's offer to go with her and he was Alfred's brother! Why would she want the company of a stranger? Because this stranger knows what you're going through, a voice whispered in her head. After another pause she hesitantly took his arm, "That would be lovely."

~*Francis' POV*~

I see her standing in front of the fireplace when I walk in. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows turns her hair into a shining curtain of gold. She looks angelic, it's not hard to imagine her with wings and a halo. I'm glad she's not an angel though; I'd much prefer having her here with moi. She doesn't notice me until I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her shoulder. All she does is lean against me and continue looking at the middle picture. It's our wedding picture, Alice and I. We're standing on the church steps holding hands and smiling. Both of us are a bit older and a bit wiser than our previous pictures but still just as happy.

I snuggle against her neck and sigh. I try not to imagine those years after I lost Jeanne and before I met Alice. It was a nightmare straight from Hell. I felt like I had no purpose, no reason to live any longer. I probably would have committed suicide long ago but my friends never let me out of their sight those first few months and they were too smart to be fooled by any tricks. Well, Gilbert anyway, I'm not sure about Antonio. The day I found Alice was the day I found a new purpose. At first, all I wanted to do was help her through her grief and she seemed to appreciate it (so far as I could tell anyway, she's always been a bit secretive with her true feelings). But over time it grew into something...more.

I can feel the cold metal of the chain Alice always wears against my lips. On that chain hangs the wedding ring Alfred gave her. In my pocket is the ring I wore when Jeanne was alive. I remember the day I realized I loved her. We weren't doing anything special, I was just walking her home is all. I had just managed to make her laugh - a Herculean feat - and as she was brushing some stray hair from her face it hit me. I was in love with her, deeply and truly. I was very conflicted and guilty for weeks. How could I love her when Jeanne was still so near my heart? It took a while to figure it out but I came to understand that my love for Alice didn't overshadow or try to replace my love for Jeanne in any way. And Jeanne, I knew, wouldn't want me to stay alone. From what I'd heard about him, I knew Alfred would have felt the same way. So three years after we met I proposed to Alice. To my joy she said yes.

The feeling that rushed through me was incredible. It was like I'd been stumbling through a fog for years and now, finally, it had lifted and I could find my way again. Alice and I were able to build a life together. We supported each other, confided in each other and found happiness in each other. I tell my sweet Alice every day how much I need her.

She is the sun in my sky, my light, my life.

You would not believe how long I've had this idea rattling around in my brain. So when I got a request with this pairing and with this song... I was very happy to say the least. X3

Also, I have an important announcement. I have decided that once I reach 50 chapters I will end Disneytalia. This wasn't an easy decision since you've all been so kind and enthusiastic but I think it's for the best. I have other stories I want to get to and while this is fun it won't last forever.

This brings me to another point, I've received several comments asking me to continue a one shot or make it into a story. I'm probably going to turn the One Jump Ahead plot into a story (I've got it all figured out in my head) but as for the others... well, there's no way I'll ever be able to get to all of them and it seems a shame to waste them. What I'm trying to say is, would anyone like to adopt some of these stories? If so, send me a PM and we'll talk. Be warned though, I will be checking out your profile and other stories. I'm sorry if that seems mean or paranoid but these are my babies, I can't just give them away.

Thank you for your amazing support and I hope you enjoy the next 25 chapters!