This is another request fic for ObeliskX, sorry it took so long and I will try and update as much as I can. I appreicate any suggestions to help the process of this fic. Please follow, favourite and review 3

So this fic is genderbent, Nyotalia France and crossdressing male Jean D'Arc, in case of any confusion. Marie refers to Jean as a girl until she realises they are a man in disguise. But Jean refers to himself as a man. Also Fruk because love triangle

Marie sat reflectively in her seat, gazing out at the warm spring sunshine, the endless fields of flowers that decorated her grounds. It brought her immense comfort, watching their heads dance in the breeze, swaying happily as if they were listening to a silent song of springtime. She remembered the day her parents died, the heartbreaking loss and emptiness that filled her heart. She had loved them so much, so many happy memories of raising her, the previous nation of medieval Gaul who was her mother. But once she no longer existed as a nation, she disappeared, leaving her daughter to rise into power. In their will they left her their home and lands, placing its care in her responsibility, knowing she would be safe there, growing and developing on her own. Though it was hard work nurturing it by herself, coping with storms, poor weather, food shortages and other stressful situations alone. The farming, the flowers, the vegetable patch, the fields, the small livestock they owned. She had overcome the stress and adversity placed before her and come into her own, branching out and finding connections in which to support herself. She was proud of it, she had managed to hire temporary farmhands from time to time to help her out. Though she had merely the spare room belonging to her parents, they never complained. She was well liked in the community and many sympathised with the strain she found herself under, admiring her for her resilience. Living alone was truly an awakening, of how she had to survive in the world on her own, the way she was perceived by her local villagers. When she was under the care of her parents, she wasn't shunned, harassed or questioned, she was seen as a helpful dutiful daughter. Once they passed their views of her had changed, as had their expectations of how she should live her life. She was a young woman, she had just turned 26 and already this left her open to judgement, though many praised her for taking on her family home and the care of it, they asked the same tedious question she had faced her whole life. How boring and repetitive they became.

"When will you marry? Surely you cannot live on a farm forever?"

"It's about time you had a husband"

"It's not appropriate, a young woman living alone"

"How can you make a living?"

"Your parents would want you to be happy"

It became an endless loop of expected questions that she had become tired of hearing, wishing they would speak of other matters. Yes, Marie did tend to the farm, it was her home, and it made her happy. She was content in her life, she desired nothing else, it had barely been a year since her mothers passing and she still mourned. Finding her way in the world and adjusting to her singular companionship. She remembered all the chores of her youth, the hard work and strain that came with tending to the farm, the way her parents made sure she never skipped her work. Teaching her that if she desired something for herself, she sought a dream, that it wouldn't fall into her hands without hard work. Teaching Marie of the reality of the world. But it wasn't all her life had to offer, she had developed new skills and hobbies that ended up becoming her new form of employment. She had opened a bakery in the town centre, using the wheat and flour from her farm, gathering supplies from local markets and what she could grow on her farm. Producing baked goods for the local villagers, forming another income, as well as fresh flowers sourced from other locals. At first it began as a hobby to distract herself from the boredom, then as a coping mechanism while enduring her grief. Which became something she was passionate about and came to love. She had a business that made people happy, that made her a pretty penny, watching their smiling faces and satisfaction brought her immense joy. She had forged a life for herself, to keep herself stable once her parents passed, they would be proud of her accomplishments and praising her from the heavens.

She needed no man in her life to satisfy her, she needed no man to control her and lead her along the correct path. She didn't fawn over pretty faces like so many girls in her village, allowing people to dictate their lives. She didn't follow the old fashioned expectations of the generation before them, she had a mind of her own and she would use it. She needed no marriage to feel fulfilled in life, that a ring on her finger would reflect her value as a woman. She wasn't livestock, she couldn't be sold and she would never settle for less. Girls who were bullied, demeaned and pressured into marriage to appease their family and do what was expected of them. All her parents wished for her, was that she would be financially secure, protected and healthy, to follow her heart and make her own choices. To spread her wings and become the best version of herself, one that they would be proud of. She desired more than a marriage of convenience, living miserably and discontent while longing for what could have been. She wished for love, happiness and comfort, Knowing that the person she would wed would fulfill her in many ways, that she would know this person cared for her, that they shared a trusting bond. Not wishing to sacrifice her farm merely for a life that would make her miserable in the long run, longing to return to a time and place that would merely become a memory. She attended church the same as everyone else, bringing donations of freshly-baked gifts and flowers, the minister was always kind, and polite and welcomed her gifts. Thanking her for her kindness and dutifulness to the church, sometimes she would even invite her for dinner. Wearing her treasured silver cross around her neck, be it under her clothes or openly around her neck, keeping her bond with the lord close at all times. Knowing he was keeping her parents safe in their afterlife. Why would she wish to be anywhere else? Why would she wish for something she didn't want? She sighed reflectively, she couldn't sit around daydreaming, she needed to get something done today, but she wondered if something new would ever occur in her life, to save her from her daydreams.

Marie wandered through the square, hoping that she may find something to appease her, perhaps a bookshop, a small cafe, maybe even musicians playing in the square. Anything that would entertain her before the workload she would expect as the day progressed. She could feel the judgemental gazes of others on her, the roaming eyes of men who lusted for her, those who saw her as a spinster for the lack of a ring on her finger, no husband by her side, those who shared pitying glances for her orphanhood and loss. If she told them the truth she would look like she was insane, the trials that came with being a nation took a toll on her mentally. She wondered if she would ever have a time where she could just exist. All these years she had hidden her true identity from others, protecting herself and them from the consequences of her reality. The weight she had been forced to bear ever since she was born. The reason why she never aged, never grew old and never changed, the reason why she appeared familiar to many humans, her immortality as the incarnation of France, the great nation she lived in.

She did not need marriage, she did not need any of the unnecessary necessities of being a human, though she admired humans, envious of their happiness and self expression. All of the things they took for granted, those she would never worry of losing, as much as she could relate, she could never truly understand. She could bear children, she could create life, new nations would be born from her and become colonies. She could become ill, she would suffer wounds, trauma and suffering the same as a human, her body was human but she was indeed immortal. Her body and soul would alter differently to the changes in her nation, but she wondered if she would ever grow stronger, if she would become the powerful nation she dreamed of being. She was merely expected to act submissive and obedient to whatever man fell into her life, the same as any woman of this time period. Repressing her affections for women, repressing her love for women, she had known she was bisexual since she was young. Harbouring an equally shared affection for both genders. Unable to express that she wished for their love in return and to form a bond with them, due to the stigma and the fact that it was seen as a crime. She hated that this was the way her society treated her and every human female.

Soon, she found herself stumbling into the front door of her family bakery and florist, briefly bumping against the wood in her daydreamed state. Blinking in surprise before blushing profusely, aware she would divert unwanted attention toward her. She couldn't allow such thoughts to pollute her mood, it would affect her work ethic and become noticeable to customers. She could dwell on such thoughts later "Mon Dieu, I need to keep my head out of the clouds" she sighed. She retrieved the key from her pocket to unlock the door, the scent of perfume and wood filling her senses, she was home. She closed the door behind her before placing up her jacket, sifting through her belongings until she found her apron, prepared to start a new day.

Marie hummed to herself, the scent of freshly baked bread and cakes pouring from the windows and chimney, flour dusting her skirts, cheeks and apron. But a warm smile formed on her lips as she happily kneaded dough and brushed egg over her creations. She didn't care if she had to wake early, she didn't mind the long journey to get here, that she woke with the sun. That sometimes she had to rise before everyone else, while the village still slept. She loved making people happy, how bakeries awoke fond memories in those around her. Be it a childhood memory, a nostalgic moment with a family member or a lover, bakeries and baking were a shared moment that made someone happy. Recipes passed down through generations, many altering to fit each generations interpretation, it was a shared collection of moments that brought people together. She would never grow tired of this job, she would never tire of the experiences tied to these memories. She only wished someday she would find someone to share this happiness with, instead of being expected to give it up for convenience. Why not explore new recipes, ingredients and flavours together? Growing together and making something new? Why did she have to abandon what she loved to appease her husband? She wondered if the world would ever outgrow these misogynistic roots.

Suddenly the front door opened and she raised her head, she had been so lost in her world that she was ignorant to the world around her "Bonjour" she smiled warmly. Her eyes brightened as she gazed upon a new face, a young woman, younger than herself, perhaps in her mid or late teens stood before her. Short cropped hair, blonde, bright as the sun, eyes a bright blue colour, reminding her of an angel, bashful, bright and yet friendly. She wore a bodice across her chest bound tightly, beneath it a simple blue dress that reached her ankles, long sleeves that reached her wrists. Compared to the higher quality material Marie was able to obtain due to her income. Marie had never seen such an angelic woman before, her heart fluttered, how had she never seen her around before? She had known every villager that had ever resided here, born, raised etc. So how was it she had happened upon a stranger?

The woman smiled brightly "Bonjour, I must say this is a delightful bakery, it's a shame I've never crossed paths with it before" she reflected

Marie blushed, as the nation of love she was fluent in flirtation and ways of attracting a partner, so why now was she speechless in front of a girl? "My family ran this bakery, though I've been balancing many chores recently I'm always open, my hours differ" she apologised. She was closed during religious holidays and only when she was too sick to keep the bakery open or something important got in the way. But she put her heart and soul into keeping it open for business. She didn't know why she was stumbling over her words like this, making a fool of herself, her confidence depleted.

The woman smiled "It smells divine in here, I couldn't help but follow my nose. I'm surprised to find the owner is as lovely as the treats you sell" the girl smiled. The fresh scent of bread and pastries allured him here like a moth to the flame, she couldn't help but follow his nose. The owner seemed very kind and although socially awkward, he had heard much about her. Marie lived on her family property outside of the village but was a regular church attendee, ran her family business and kept a private life. But nobody had any grudges against her, nor a bad word to say towards her, mostly curiosity and worry. Meeting Marie in person he felt his heart fluttering, though it was easier to speak to her in this disguise, he found himself bashful. He had never met such a beautiful girl before.

Marie blushed, she was used to harassing comments, some perverse remarks and other unpleasant comments, but she it had a while since she had heard such lovely words. She felt her cheeks growing hot, but at least she could use the heat of the oven as an excuse. It had been a while since a woman flirted with her, so openly too "M… Merci… would you like some tea? I'm afraid I'm not open to the public yet so I cannot offer you more" she pressed. Due to being in preparation mode and the bakery not yet having much to sell yet, she felt guilty at her bad hospitality. She didn't want word of this to get around town and cause people to think she was incapable.

The woman smiled, something about her made Marie's heart flutter "I wouldn't wish to trouble you, perhaps I may drop by later when you are better prepared" she smiled. He could see it was still early and she was still making her baked products, he had caught her off guard and she wasn't open yet. But he had deliberately chosen to ignore common sense and follow his stomach. But he had managed to see her, he had been blessed with her angelic face, the image would be stuck in his mind all day and for that he was grateful. Hoping they would cross paths again in the future. She could sense that today would be a busy one for Marie, soon her doors would be flocked with customers and he would merely be in the way. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience her in some way.

Marie scoffed, this woman couldn't be problematic if she tried "Bêtise, I can't stand quiet for too long, if I don't have someone to converse with before I open I'll go insane" she joked. She welcomed people into her business and she enjoyed conversing with customers, learning of their stories and their lives, growing a connection to them. Though she adored the peace of her farm, nobody to bother her, she welcomed friendly customers into her bakery. She loved meeting new faces and forming new regulars in her business, this woman couldn't hurt a fly and she wished to know more about her. Somehow she found herself speaking freely with this woman, she had no hesitation of sharing secrets about herself. The woman seated herself while Marie pottered around, able to forage a teacup and formed a tray of a small teapot, milk and sugar, bringing it to the woman with a warm smile. "If you prefer I can bring honey and lemon" she smiled. The woman smiled, Marie had never seen such defined jawlines on a woman, her face was nearly androgynous, masking both masculine and feminine features. Though she couldn't see further under her clothes, she had rather a flat chest, though not everyone was born with an ample bosom like herself. Every human body was beautiful and everyone had a type, you merely needed to find the person who would appreciate you.

"Please, I've been discourteous as to drop into your bakery without warning, you've been more than hospitable" the woman apologized. He felt as though he had put her on the spot and she had gone out of her way to make him comfortable despite it all. He would need to come back at another time in disguise later in the day to fully appreciate her business. She probably had enough stress on her shoulders without him making further problems for her.

Marie blushed, returning to behind the counter of the bakery to potter around, checking her ovens and preparing decorations for her produce. Occasionally sneaking small mouthfuls to treat herself, humming as she did so, one of her favourite parts of the job was being able to sample things, trying and testing new flavours and enjoying familiar favourites. She had faced numerous patrons to her bakery over the years, many pleasant some not so much, some men who stared at her chest leered at her and asked if she was on the menu. Some groped her, some harassed her, all were thrown out, some were shy and asked for her hand, some merely a kiss, some asking for gifts, some asking for breakfast. Sometimes children come to fill their bellies with food, all sorts showed up in her residence. But this woman, she was unlike anyone she had ever faced before. She wondered if this girl was an orphan by her poor state of clothes, if she was a servant, if she too was unmarried.

The scent of freshly baked bread, pastries and cakes filled the room, the alluring scent of baking poured from the windows into the streets, attracting her customers. Marie beamed to herself as she admired her creations, topping many with fruit, icing, buttercream and other delights. All homemade with love and patience, family recipes and ones she had created herself. She placed them on the counter and displays for all to see, delicately assuring no damage was caused, bringing them to her shop. She brushed her hand over her cheek, wiping away flour and sweat, the heat of the oven had made her hot. Her bodice tight around her chest, wiping her hands on her skirts, thankful that she tied her wavy blonde mass into a bun atop her head. She never understood why women's clothes had to be so constricting for fashion. But she reminded herself that all this hard work would be worth it, the smell alone would bring patrons with empty bellies and hungry mouths. Today would hopefully be another busy day.

The woman smiled at Jeanne "Délicieux, you have a true talent for baking" she hummed, she had never tasted such delicious cakes in her life. She had a gift, one she had blessedly shared with others.

Marie felt pride swell in her chest, she hadn't received so many compliments in one day before, she felt she may become too flustered to focus. Before she could speak, a group of people flocked to her shop, some children, some mothers and a couple of older men, catching wind of her baking. She chuckled, nobody could resist the scent of freshly baked desserts, all standing in line in hopes of getting the first batch to themselves. "Bonjour, how may I be of service today" she beamed, she felt guilty for ignoring her new friend, she didn't have time to talk, as much as she wished she could. She had a business to run, these patrons paid her bills and allowed her to continue her content life. Wrapping freshly baked bread in wax paper and handing it to one of her customers, bound with twine as he paid and left with a happy smile. Handing some small cakes the to eyes of bright-eyed children while their mothers bought bread and pastries. Many of them praised her cooking and said they couldn't resist, she didn't miss the gaze of the men heated on her, taking in her dishevelled appearance. She knew what was on their minds, but she put it to the back of her mind, handing them their purchases and smiling warmly. If she was to make a scene in the bakery, she would scare off customers and cause an argument she would rather not deal with. She could return home later and complain, perhaps enjoy a bottle of wine. "Merci, have a pleasant morning" she beamed, sending them on their way.

"Mon Dieu if only I was a few years younger"

"Such a fine woman living alone, she must be lonely"

"I'm sure she tastes as sweet as the cakes she makes"

Marie blushed, she had heard far worse, but then at least they didn't attempt anything, she was adapted to being on the receiving end of such words. She wasn't seen as a person, she wasn't seen as a human being, she was objectified. A pretty face, a forbidden fruit, something they longed to touch, to claim for their own. Many had desired her hand in marriage when her parents were alive, pestering her constantly only to be sent away. She no longer had their protection, meaning proposals would become incessant.

"Do customers often say such disgraceful things about you?" The woman asked, he had bit his tongue the entire time to hide his identity. But the rage he felt hearing those words directed towards her. Married men, older men, men whom had fathered children, men she saw as family, loyal patrons. All of of them talking about her in such a way.

Marie blinked, she had nearly forgotten about her new visitor, she had been so lost in her own world. She could hear the venom in her voice and sighed heavily. The woman was staring at her with her teacup in hand, silently asking for an explanation. This was something she had merely learned to tolerate, blocking out their voices. "Oui, it's merely trivial gossip, everyone has passionate desires for the object of their affections" Marie laughed nervously. Though some could do with repressing their urges or keeping their thoughts to themselves, even as the nation of love she had limits. Things she wasn't comfortable with hearing or listening to, ones that made her uncomfortable.

The woman frowned "That's not acceptable, they are married, fathers, twice your age. They have no right to say such disgusting things to you, it's shameful" the woman growled, a flash of anger on her face. How would they react if someone said such things to their wives or daughters, how would they feel knowing their loved ones endured such treatment. Marie blushed, nobody had ever defended her so intensely before, it was comforting. "Je suis désolé, I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. But just because you are a woman, doesn't mean you should be treated with lesser respect" the woman pressed. He had observed many women suffering the same thing, all of them had lost their voices and needed guidance, was this what the lord had in mind for him. To hide among them and help them fight back?

Marie blinked, she had never heard a woman speak in such a way, she almost sounded like a man, but that was impossible. "Pardon, I don't believe you told me your name" Marie stammered.

The woman gazed at her intently, she had never seen such blue eyes, they reminded her of the ocean "Jean, my name is Jean" she stated casually. Nobody suspected him, nobody suspected his true identity, he had managed to hide his gender so well. He had used his mothers old clothes to hide in plain sight, watching the people and how he could bond with the women. Inspiring their love of god, their faith and teaching them that god would never allow this. That they were strong, they would fight for their freedom. He didn't know how long he would be able to keep hiding but he needed to do all he could while he still had anonymity.

Marie gazed at her, Jean, the name sounded masculine but then there were plenty of unisex names, she didn't judge others. As the nation of love she shared this gesture, making others feel loved and inspiring it in others. But on occasion she was prone to it herself. She tucked a strand of hair bashfully behind her ear "It's a pleasure to meet you Jean, I do hope you'll become a new regular" she smiled.

Marie hummed to herself as she cleaned, today had been another busy day and she had made a good income. This money would go towards feeding her animals and buying food and materials for the bakery. Though she wasn't as rich as she hoped, she made good money. She had earned it from her hard work and dedication, and for that she was proud, smiling to herself as she started to close up for the day. Suddenly, the front door opened to which she turned apologetically "Pardon, we are closed for the day".

"Well love, it means I get you all to myself for a bit" a familiar English voice cooed, she was in good health and he was relieved. She'd been avoiding him more than usual and he was hurt, he knew they had their differences, but he cared for her. She had teased him as much as he had in return, it was part of their dynamic. But now he grew worried for her and had no choice but to intervene in her life. Her ruler wasn't stable, it was reflecting in her country and many of the citizens were gossiping, he worried of the damage this would do to her in the long term. They needed to talk, but he would happily indulge himself in some affection before they had to be serious and civil with each other.

Marie froze, memories of her past swarming through her mind, she hadn't seen him in so long, why was he here now? He was growing in power as a nation, nothing like the timid boy she knew. It scared her how different he was becoming, unable to recognise the changes in him, no longer the scruffy, stubborn loner, the robin hoodesque bandit that hid out in the woods and hunted. He'd gone through a new metamorphosis, well-groomed, dressed and handsome, developing a newfound charm and charisma. England was rising in the ranks, loyal to his queen, a soldier. She turned towards him, her gaze hardened and cold "Angleterre" she huffed. She only used that name when they were alone, when in the presence of humans she called him Arthur.

"My, it seems you've bloomed Marie, a florist, a baker and now a farmgirl, must say you're doing well" he smiled. She was using all of her learned and innate talents to make a stable life for herself which he respected.

France rolled her eyes, was he trying to demean her? She knew he could be an arse but he was more so than usual today. "We can't all be the kings consort Arthur" she huffed. She knew his king favoured him, Henry the fifth, he was a brilliant at tactics, a great warrior, harbouring military experience. England had a place in court and was always by his rulers side, though he had abrasive relationships with many of his rulers, he still obeyed them. She chose to not stay by her rulers side, due to the pain his mental health caused her as a nation, weakening her.

Arthur softened, she had made her choice and he respected it, but his ruler had rights to her domain via the throne. She couldn't deny this no matter how much it angered her. "But you deserve to be treated like a queen" he spoke softly, he wanted them to rule alongside each other as equals. She would thrive in court and she would be happy there, nobody would dare disrespect her. "Marie, I know that farm meant the world to your parents, it's your home. But you are the incarnation of France, you deserve better than this, you can be more than this. Let me show you" he sighed. He knew what she was capable of, he knew of her potential and it was wasted in a place like this.

Marie glared "Angleterre, I know my small rural farm isn't to your liking, but my nation isn't as wealthy as yours right now, I don't have that luxury" she snapped. Upon her mother passing, the state of her country politically and environmentally reflected her status. She had very little income but she was coping better than most of her people. Compared to the life Arthur was enjoying, she was suffering. She would do everything in her power to protect her home, protect the memories she made and treasuring her happiness. She didn't need his help and she didn't appreciate him mocking her.

Arthur locked the door, how long it had been since he had seen her, as if they had travelled back through time to their teens. She was and always would be his first love, nobody else could compare to her. How long he had craved her? How long had he dreamed about her? She had grown more lovely with each passing day, blossoming like the rose she was. Marie shivered, what was he up to? She knew Arthur loved to tease, to play his mind games and wind her up, releasing his inner punk that loved to fight and loved chaos. Arthur approached, gently pressing her against the wall, his green eyes gleaming, his devilish side coming to light. How he loved her, her soft caramel blonde hair, her piercing violet eyes. That soft velvety skin of hers, those soft perfect curves, those ample perfectly formed breasts. The way she bound her hair into a braided bun revealing her cheekbones and neck, how the collar of her dress revealed her collar bones and shoulders. A tight bodice bound around her chest, tied in place with mere string, a short-sleeved blouse fastened underneath giving a glimpse of her chest. A thick skirt around her waist that reached her ankles, her apron covering it. He could only imagine her lingerie underneath. He delicately ran his fingers across her cheek, stroking the skin, twirling her trailed bangs on either side of her face. Distance made the heart grow fonder was the epitome of their relationship, the further apart they were, the longer they avoided each other. The more their hearts cried out for one another "I've missed you Marie" he hummed.

Marie blushed profusely, she had forgotten what a silver tongue England had, sometimes his charm put her to shame. She and Arthur had been childhood friends and allies since their birth as nations. She bullied him, he teased her, their cat and mouse game, obvious feelings had developed over time, brief romances on and off, but neither of them confessed their love or acknowledged if they were to be lovers. England became a pirate, then a soldier and more, he grew in the ranks and his nation became more powerful by each passing day. France stayed here in the poverty of her current village, suffering at the hands of her ruler, her wealth could rise one second and then fall the next. But she made ends meet, she was happy. England was a rebel, cocky, confident and often an asshole, she knew he loved to sneak out, indulge in a bar, bed many beautiful women and handsome men, whatever his fancy happened to be. He was a skilled singer and musician, playing the guitar skillfully only second to Spain. He could have anyone he wanted no questions asked. She loved him but she refused to settle, she wanted more than to be the subservient housewife, she wanted her own identity as a nation and woman.

She knew there was someone else who could make him happy as he was, she knew she could use his influence to get a better life. But she refused to fall that low, to hate herself for being so weak. "Non Angleterre, I know you care for me, as do I towards you. But I will not submit, I won't become your plaything. I seek more than that, I'm a woman, I want my freedom" she pressed. England had more freedom as a man than she did, he could remain unmarried and he wouldn't be judged for his decision, no comments about being an old maid. He could live the same as her and yet nobody questioned it, happy to remain a bachelor. Marriage, children, a job, none of these questions ever came up for debate with him, but for her it was a common occurrence. It wasn't fair and she refused to tolerate the bare minimum, if only he could understand how she felt.

England sighed "Pet, people will grow suspicious of you once they learn of your true self. Marry me and you will be safe, I will make you happy. It wouldn't just be a union of convenience, it would be one of love. I know you still care for me, my feelings for you remain" he soothed. He had never wanted to cage her, trap her or force her into a situation in which she wasn't happy. But they weren't human, they could never have a happy life among humans. Every nation knew this and it broke their hearts to accept it. Marie had stopped aging once her nation became fully grown, though her body, mind and soul would alter as her nation did, she would always look the same. She couldn't keep hiding among villagers forever, she needed to hide away and keep herself at a distance before they grew suspicious and labelled her a witch. He would protect her with every fibre of his being, be loyal to only her and make her the happiest woman alive.

Marie bowed her head, she did love England, for all his flaws she had never felt anything like the love she felt for him. She had loved him ever since she was a small girl, childhood crushes became young love, which became a passionate love. But she wanted to grow, change and express herself, she wouldn't be controlled, she wanted equality. England would never understand how much she had to sacrifice as a woman, how harder it was for her to grow in the ranks. The expectations placed upon her in comparison. She knew she could never live among humans due to the fate of being an immortal, but she just wanted to live in peace a bit longer. She placed her hand on his chest, avoiding eye contact "vous devez partir" she snapped coldly. Until England saw sense, was willing to listen and understand her feelings, they could never be together.

England gazed at Marie, he could see she was upset, angry, the coldness of her tone was evident and if he pushed her she would snap and go into hysterics. It was best to give her time to think and then come back another time when she was willing to listen. He just wanted what was best for her, he always had, he leaned close, breathing in her perfume, kissing her cheek tenderly "I'll see you around pet". He then turned on his heels and exited her bakery, a feeling of sadness weighing upon him. Marie held her ground until she heard the front door close and his footsteps grow further away, it tore her apart inside to push him away but she refused to be less of herself. She would never be anything but true to how she felt in her heart, she loved Arthur, she always had, she could never hide it. But she wouldn't settle for a marriage with him if it meant she had to sacrifice her freedom. She wanted to become a nation of power, a power she had earned in her own right. She wanted to be equal to a man, where all of her female citizens had equal rights, where they weren't treated lesser than men.

Marie wandered back to her house in contemplative silence, her heart heavy with a storm of emotions running through her. Part of her knew he was right, as an immortal she watched nations grow, age and wither before her very eyes, yet she still harboured a sense of love for humans, making the best of each moment that passed. She was still shaken from her earlier encounter with Arthur, he just knew how to get under her skin and he always had, ever since they were adolescence, and she hated it. She hated herself for her weakness, and she hated him for being able to get under her skin. Part of her heart would always belong to him, the way her heart fluttered in her chest when he was present, the way her strength wavered. Her body remembered him, the way she remembered his scent, the way his voice rippled through her, they would always have that connection. They were immortal beings, albeit frenemies and rivals, they argued, fought, made up, worked together, betrayed one another, it was never ending. She hated that while he gained power, alliances and reputation, she had to work twice as hard to make herself known due to being a female. If she got emotional, if she got angry, upset or lost control, female hysteria was thrown in her face. She had to fight twice as hard to earn respect from those around her. She was called a good daughter for protecting and caring for her family farm, but a widower and old maid due to the fact she was unmarried and refused to accept a husband. She was never good enough in anyone's eyes and she was sick of it. But for one brief moment with Jean, she was able to disconnect, none of it mattered anymore and she could simply exist. That smiling face made her feel like she was free, a newcomer with no ties, no history, no familiarity, it felt like a new page in her life. Though she wouldn't admit it openly, she missed her parents companionship and wisdom, their protection. That she felt hidden from others while they were alive, now that they had passed, she felt exposed, as though suddenly everyone's eyes were watching her, all desperate for a piece of her. She knew what people expected of her, find a husband to support her and shoulder some of the burden or in this case responsibility. Sell her belongings or farm to find a smaller and more convenient place to live, possibly a flat above her bakery. She hated that was how society dictated her future, telling her what was proper, how she should live her life and what was seen as normality. She could never have the same equality as a man, it wasn't seen as an option. She was the one in the wrong, she was the one who was insane, she was the problem.

"You know better than to walk home alone in the dark pet" Arthur huffed, she was in another shitty mood and it left her vulnerable. Anyone could sneak up on her right now with the worst intentions. He knew his words hurt her and the last thing he wanted was to make her cry, but unfortunately the truth hurt. He had hoped to reminisce with her like old times, share memories and enjoy one another's company. He had hoped to warn her about all the events that were to come. War would inevitably arise in the future and before that came to pass he wanted to enjoy these peaceful moments with her. Marie stiffened, turning her head angrily to glare at Arthur, had he not had his fun earlier? Teasing her like that?

Arthur saw her expression and raised his hands in relent "I apologise pet, I went too far earlier and I've upset you. Let me at least walk you home, but I do worry for you" he huffed. He wasn't above admitting when he was an arse, especially when she looked at him like that, for all he could be a stubborn git. He was frustrated, but he didn't want to vent that onto her, not while she was grieving. He was a gentleman, he would never yell at a woman. He would sleep easier knowing Marie was safely at home behind locked doors, knowing nothing bad would happen to her.

Marie softened, it wasn't often that Arthur took responsibility and apologised to her, so she may as well accept this as a win. She could see the remorse in his eyes, he was going out of his way to show his sincerity in gestures. She rummaged in her basket "We had some leftovers, I know you prefer your scones but..." she muttered, honestly when had she turned so soft? She handed him a small box wrapped in ribbon, her families signature crest on the front "Mille feuille" she muttered.

Arthur softened, graciously taking the box from her with a warm smile "I'm sure they will be delectable, if this is my thanks for assuring you return home safely, I do hope I get to taste more" he hummed. Marie wasn't lost on his perverse joke but she let it slide, merely walking ahead and waiting for him to follow, there were moments when Arthur could be sweet, reminding her of why she fell for him in the first place, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't so easily swayed, she wasn't easily tricked and she knew Arthur like a book, she knew the games he liked to play. Marie gazed at the stars as they twinkled above her, admiring their silvery light in a blanket of darkness, stargazing had always brought her such peace. She wondered how humans could be so intelligent, so capable of change and yet denied women their rights. Humans never failed to confuse her. "Do you remember, when we were but small children, we would sit and watch the stars under the trees? We had no home, our civilizations weren't developed enough yet for us to have such a luxury" he chuckled.

Marie smiled "Indeed, we had raggedy cloaks, shivering to the bone and braving the elements despite the threat of making us ill" she hummed. The cloaks had been of poor material, not wool to keep them warm or waterproof, however, a hemp cloak was not as thick or warm, but it was durable and reliable. Marie remembered the moment she was able to afford her first silk cloak and she kept it locked away. She had come so far since her childhood, she wished she could travel back in time to give her younger self a confidence boost. Knowing that the hardships she faced would someday lead to something better.

Arthur gripped his hands into balled fists "Marie, I want you to know, while my proposal earlier did involve convenience I insulted your home which was never my intention. I do care for you and I want you to be happy. You know eventually that place won't be your home anymore" he warned. Her country was changing, she may find herself the maid or lady in waiting of a royal, given better bedchambers, living in a castle. Given her faith, she may even be under the rule of someone of the same mentality. She had to be prepared for change and how her country would need to adapt, she may not like it, but it was unfortunately the role of being a nation. If she accepted his proposal, he could assure her better living quarters, protect her from any harassment or being manipulated by anyone in court. Knowing she would be his woman, having such close relations to his ruler, nobody would dare bother her. Once this place was ripped up, destroyed or eroded by time, she would no longer have roots here.

Marie stiffened, she hated how right he was, she hated how his words cut deep. King Charles was the current ruler of their country, unfortunately he suffered from psychotic episodes and was not known to be mentally well, but she respected him as her ruler. She knew his instability would lead to his demise or someone else being considered for the position of taking over. Someone perceived as a far superior ruler, someone of a stable mind. She didn't know what the future would hold in terms of her monarchy, but she followed her leaders regardless. She knew one day that cottage she currently resided in wouldn't be her forever home, she wouldn't be able to come home to it anymore. But that was something she didn't wish to consider, she had more pressing matters at hand in her current life "Arthur, please don't ruin my mood again, you were being so pleasant, if you say something so cruel I may end up punching you" she warned, but her tone was fond.

Arthur sighed, he would admit a draw for now, but she needed to know this life she had managed to reclaim after her mothers death couldn't last. Her bakery would be closed due to the war, either that or vandalised, soon soldiers would be needed at the front and her country divided by their beliefs. She would be dragged into the middle of it all, her soul torn between her people, following her heart and making political choices. "I came to warn you" he pressed, his tone hardened. Marie blinked, she could sense the concern and urgency in his voice, what was he not telling her? Was there a reason that he was so desperate for her to come and live with him, accept his proposal of marriage

"There's a heretic running around, some woman, she claims to have visions, she's stirring up women from local villages. All claiming that she's a warrior for god and she fights in the name of your king" he pressed. Faith was something that ran deep in many nations, influenced heavily by their rulers over time. While Arthur had been swayed by both catholic and protestant rulers, his soul and core faith still resided with paganism. The practice of said faith was important to the people and their countries, but tarnishing that faith would have severe consequences. They both knew better than anyone that war was no joke, it was cruel, dangerous, senseless and often caused traumatic damage, they feared what future wars would be ahead of them, how much more bloodshed they would face. Marie stared in awe, while both of them had a faith in their god, they would never do anything to shame him or his path, for someone to abuse their faith in god and his teachings was blasphemous.

"We don't know their name as of now, but we do know she plans to fight for the sake of god. The delusion's she's spreading are dangerous, putting many innocents at risk" he pressed. He knew the expectations of women in this time period and how misogynistic they were, he had always seen Marie as an equal. But there was nothing that could be done about it for now. But if this woman influenced the human females of this time, it wouldn't end well for them. Beaten, imprisoned, seen as witches, called insane, their lives ruined, potential marriages or proposals would end. The children, families and other relations that would be damaged by all this were endless, the long-term consequences would be severe. If he could protect Marie, he could protect her people, they could find alternatives and better ways of protecting the women. He didn't want anyone to be harmed.

Marie gripped her cross, she had never abused her faith in god nor did she ever consider violence against another person. She knew the strains of war, the costs and the pain, but sometimes it was necessary to make change, they both knew this. But perhaps this woman was trying to become the voice they needed, to make the change they dreamed of, to finally rebel. So many girls under the thrall of their parents, husbands, forced into arranged marriages etc. Showing them there was another way, that they had that choice to make. She couldn't help but wish she could meet this woman, to join her cause, to help her create the change she wanted to make. If this was a war, so be it, maybe then women would have more respect.

Bêtise-Nonsense

Délicieux-Delicious

Merci-Thank you

Mon Dieu-My god

Je suis désolé-I'm sorry

Pardon-Excuse me

vous devez partir-You have to leave