Wednesday Story: Return

Brought to you by: Jenna (The-Cookie's-Monster)

Pairing/Character: France X Lisa (Joan)

A/N: Hey it's Jenna, again! I'm also your Wednesday writer! Enjoy this piece of crap. It really sucks. DX Lisa is actually in the manga. She's in Volume 4. France believes her to be the reincarnation of Joan of Arc (Jeanne d'Arc). Sad ending. Kinda. Sorry my things are so short compared to everyone elses... *goes to cry in her corner*

The year after Lisa had met France, she returned to France, specifically Paris for her birthday. As she held her camera, taking in the sights she had missed on her first trip, she was also searching for the man who had been her guide last time. Finally she found him, sitting on a bench feeding pigeons. She shyly sat beside him. He ignored he, presumably waiting for her to speak.

"Bonjour?" Lisa greeted, a bit rough on her French. The man chuckled, smiling as he looked up. Surprise was evident on his face, though. "You didn't expect to see me again, I take it?" She giggled and he smiled sheepishly.

"Non, I thought I had frightened you away. I didn't mean to be so pushy." France apologized to her, smiling. She shook her head.

"I was more confused. You gave me a lot to think about." She said, standing up and offering him her hand, "Care to show me to more sights? Who better to see the country with than the country himself?"

France nodded, taking her hand and leading her closer to the Eiffel Tower with a smirk, "The is the Eiffel Tower, obviously, and one of my favorite parts of Paris." He said, thick accent making his words sound quite…sexy. Yes, that was defiantly the word to describe the accent. It was thicker than most French accents she heard where she was from, probably due to him being France, but, still…

Thus, they spent the next few days wandering Paris, eating, and enjoying the sights it had and the company. Finally, It came time for her to leave back home. France sighed, handing her the rose with a smile.

"It is just as beautiful as you, ange…" He whispered. He watched her look at the rose, before smiling.

"You're amazing France…I'll come visit you again soon. I'd love to stay, but my mother and family need me." She nodded, kissing his cheek, "I enjoyed seeing you again. Here. This is my phone number, call me anytime. A beintot." She smiled, handing his a piece of paper and running off to catch her plane. He watched her go sadly, sighing softly as he returned to his apartment. Later, he began to cook in the kitchen and turned on the TV to listen to the news.

Most of it was useless, weather reports and such. Suddenly he nearly dropped the plate. "Breaking news…The plane that had departed from Paris' Le Bourget Airport earlier today, has crashed. Four people were killed. Lisa Orion, Gina Fey, Miranda Smith, and Louis Mack. It has been concluded that the four burned to death, trapped under the wreckage on the crashed plane…"

France didn't feel the plate fall, he barely heard the crash as it shattered. He had once again lost her. Lost his Joan. He had raised her, trained her with a sword and taught her to memorize verses. He convinced her the visions were a sign of how special. He'd loved her and she had loved him. Finally the irony struck him of the situation.

Both times she had died it was by being burned. Both times he had given her a rose. He supposed, just those who were toyed with by history could be reborn…He supposed they never lasted. After all, What age had Lisa said she was? Oh yes, 19. The same age Joan was. Oh, the irony in this situation really, it was hilarious.

He had been invited to the funeral and of course he attended, laying a single red rose on top of the casket, a sad, but small smile on his lips.

"May you rest well and we shall meet again. I waited so long for you to come back, I will wait for as long as I must wait, again. A beintot, mon petit ange." He whispered to her.