Sorry for the layout of this chapter but I'm just testing which is the best way to lay it out for the reader and considered this allowed each section to easily be seen and read so Please tell me if you would like my stories laid out this or back to normal cause then ill change this one back to normal. Anyway again half the credit goes to my buddy Vanti =w= your amazing gurl helping me create these stories soo often and with alot more energy than if I was on my own. Anyway hope you enjoy and thank you for reading this far 3
France found himself in a park around the neighborhood. He had texted Germany to continue the meeting without him, he needed time to be alone and think. Yet thinking of the woman he fell in love with only brought him more sadness and anger. He slumped down onto a park bench and took out a cigarette. He quit smoking a long time ago, but he kept some with him incase he ever felt very stressed and needed a way to calm himself down. He took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette.
A pale hand went to the Frenchman's cigarette and threw it away on the ground before he had a chance to light it " dont even think about it" a familiar voice said, in his dazed state looking up in the light he could see a almost perfect image of Joan leaning over with a scowl to rid him of the cigarette but in closer views it suddenly became the Englishman.
France grimaced at England's sudden presence "Quesque tu veux? Je pensais que t'avait fini de me donner la merde. (What do you want? I thought you were done giving me shit.)" He mumbled with taking out an other cigarette. He was essentially going to beat the crap out of that Brit, but now all he wanted to do is to avoid him.
" well apparently not yet" glaring and throwing the second cigarette away " would she be happy seeing you like this" scowling with a deep glare he knows the only way to talk to the Frenchman now is to play the villain he requires " im kinda happy she died so she didn't get to see what a mess you became, you need to get up, dust yourself off and live again or you are just a coward being a burden to us all" crossing arms and shaking his head " she hated you smoking but you still feel you can try and decieve her...disgusting"
The Frenchman stood up and grabbed England by his shirt collar. He looked at England strait in the eye "Do you think I'd be smoking right now if I knew that she lived her life! Do you think that I'd be a mess if you hadn't killed her!" The English man had tried to step away but France held onto his shirt with an iron grip "Have you no mercy! You have no idea what it felt like to loose her! I wouldn't be a mess if you hadn't killed her! Yet you think you have the right to ask me 'would she be happy seeing you like this?'" France's words dripped with venom as he spoke. No one had ever made the Frenchman this angry.
England seemed unfazed by the grip " are you really calling me a villain for defending myself" He grumbled in a deep voice " would I have just been better to die by your hand or hers, I had no choice I won't see myself killed by a young girl who claims to see God and I stand by that" yelling now very frustrated " What would have been the perfect situation! Me dead and her roaming around to do what she will! Your so selfish!"
"I may be selfish but I am no cruel man Angleterre" France spat back "You burnt her alive! You made her suffer a painful death! Is that really defending yourself Angleterre? IS IT?" he yelled.
" MY PEOPLE BURNT HER NOT ME!" defending himself to the bitter end " but it's not like you would think of that though! Cause I'm the villain! " making tight fists with his hands he pulls back from Francis " you raised me better than that! It's not like I went around saying God spoke to me and he said France was the villain! IM NOT THE VILLAIN!"
France fell silent. He took a deep breath and started to trying to calm himself down. The Frenchman gave up on trying to argue with the stubborn Brit. All of this seemed unfair to him. England always found valid points, England always had the last word. England always won.
With visible steam rising off the hot headed magician, he tried to calm himself down best as possible as he was known to release magic surges when emotional, slipping a hand into his pocket and feels the pocket watch resulting in Arthur tightly shutting his eyes and biting his lip " you know what doesn't matter! Your obviously the hero and I'm the villain like always! Haha! Black sheep over here! Look at Arthur's cooking its awful! And there is Francis with his amazing wine, food and plenty of friends and loves of his life! Fucking frog!" throwing the pocket watch on the ground smashing it he runs off
The french nation gasped when he saw the precious pocket watch being smashed into pieces. His heart shattered much like the watch. He stumbled forward and fell to his knees, trying to pick up what little was left of the watch. That watch belonged to Joan. That precious item, broken. Tears started to cloud up his vision as he held on tight to the shattered belonging of his beloved.
Joan's spirit was devastated seeing her love in such a sight, yes the item was one of the last things that proved her existence was real but she wanted to be remembered by the Frenchman not by her belongings, bending down on one knee she hugs the Frenchman fully knowing she was doing this in vain.
As Arthur was walking away he watched the reaction back in the distance and narrows his eyes absolutely furious " isn't she just the whole package her speaking to god was fine but my magic ooooh no its evil" chewing on his gums his emerald eyes begin to glow with unkempt magic
France slowly stood back. He glanced at the English man, his eyes filled with hurt and sorrow. Turning the other direction and started to wall away. He found no reason to stay in that park, so he started to walk home. He wished that he had never left his house that day. He wished that she was still here.
Thank you for reading my story, there will be more chapters of this series but cant promise when sadly got lots of pieces to submit and work on but again if you don't like the layout please tell me and ill put it back to normal. Also if you have suggestions or couples you would love to see please tell me ^w^ and I might be willing to write it as its own series. And YES there is a christmas series coming that I shall be submitting soon. Just a sneak peek it shall be a 2P FACE family christmas series called " A christmas 2p remembered" so look forward to that~ and always Thank you.
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