I really had to do some googling on French alliances for this story, I'd really appreciate any feedback to help with this story. For anyone wondering, Jean D'Arc is in disguise as a woman, but he's actually a man in this fic. But due to being overly feminine he can pass for a woman.

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Marie wandered through the town square, holding her shawl over her shoulders, reflecting on what Arthur had told her, he was full of stories with a rampant imagination. She knew of his supposed magical friends but she had never seen them in person herself. He was hypocritical to confront this person on having visions from god when he had imaginary friends whom had remained by his side when he was a child. She had seen him in his own little world, speaking to creatures she couldn't see. Yet here he was warning of a person in similar circumstances, a soldier, who claimed to fight for god, speaking of visions and how they would save France, she wondered why such a person would be a bad thing. She wondered if he merely hated anyone else having powers like him. Hating when anyone would be the centre of attention, deviating it away from his direction. As much as England meant to her, the liberation of her country, the freedom of women, it meant a lot to her, he would never understand her repression or struggles. England had grown up alone, tormented, bullied and teased, causing her to develop an older sibling relationship with him. These feelings then developed into romance as they got older. This woman's visions could be of great help to her country, helping give them guidance in the darker times. She couldn't focus on her work under all this stress, people intruding on her life and making decisions for her. She needed to be free, she needed to spread her wings and grow on her own terms. She had closed the bakery for the day to have some time to herself, perhaps find some entertainment elsewhere. The bells of the church echoed in her ears, ringing loudly for all to hear.

"Isn't that miss Bonnefoy?"

"She's closed the bakery?"

"Is she unwell?"

Marie sighed, could she ever wander through the village without being pestered or drawing attention to herself. She had dedicated so much time to working on her bakery, running her business that people wondered if she ever focused on romance or relationships. Though her business brought joy to other people, bringing old and young people together and sharing happy moments together. Finding happiness in baked goods. She loved her bakery with her entire soul, she could never separate herself from it, to live without her bakery would be like removing a part of herself. But she needed a break.

"Ah, the lady from the bakery?" a familiar voice questioned, it was rare to see her out alone, everyone talked about how she was such a dutiful person. As sociable as she was with customers, she liked her own company and privacy. She didn't speak of her personal feelings or life choices with other people, which he respected. He himself had to hide his true self under a disguise to follow his destiny, dressing in disguise to hide from the enemy. He knew everything was for a reason and this would work out eventually. Many people before him had done stranger things for the sake of the many. But he enjoyed his moments of peace with her, being able to speak to her, be in her presence and remind himself of the good in people.

Marie turned, her cheeks flushing, she had not expected to run into them, crossing paths was becoming a regular meeting for them. She wondered if fate was bringing them together like this. Once again she was met with the vision of the girl who visited her, wearing her hair short and neatly cut, wearing another lovely dress. She had short curly hair, tousled like an angel. She had a lovely curled fringe that framed her face, while the rest was kept short around her head. She wondered how she would appear if she kept it there in the sunlight, the beams forming behind her, like some form of ethereal being, her heart was racing. If there was anyone who could have been an angel, it was her. Realising she was staring she averted her gaze "Bonjour" she stammered. She had been raised with better manners than this and yet she was constantly in awe of this woman.

"Off on a walk?" the girl questioned, it was a lovely day and the weather was perfect, but then one always needed rest from their work. How could you enjoy something if all you did was focus on it? It would become tedious after a while. Taking the time to enjoy life helped inspire the passions of the heart and soul, but so many forgot this and made themselves miserable. Marie was so full of life, kindness and passions, she spread her hobbies with other people to bring some joy into theirs. She had a big heart and it was admirable.

"Oui, I needed some headspace" Marie confirmed, everything had become so stressful these days she couldn't relax. England breathing down her neck, her business was always busy and everything was piling up. She had become hot gossip of the town with their courtship and she hated being the centre of attention. She would never know peace if she didn't find some form of a distraction to keep her at ease.

The girl softened, a look of sympathy forming on their face, they couldn't ignore someone when they were in need. Their responsibility from god was to empower the women of this town, make them feel valued. They had forgotten how powerful they were, becoming subservient to the patriarchy of their home. "Would you perhaps like to join me on a walk? It's a lovely day and company is always a comfort" she suggested. The sunshine would do her good, she could enjoy a walk and smell the flowers, distract herself from what troubled her. Jean had become worried about Marie upon learning she was of a hot topic around the village. Everyone had some form of rumour directed towards her. Marie shifted, she had no friends to see, she had no chores that required her attention and the bakery was closed, why not have some fun? The bakery could survive a day without being open. Instead of becoming a spectacle and spending her time alone, why not accompany this lovely stranger? She nodded shyly.

"So, you live alone on a farm?" The woman asked, she had never expected she would choose to live so isolated away from the locals, perhaps that was one of the many reasons for the gossip. She must have had to travel far to get to the main town to open her bakery so early, it was a lot of pressure to be under. But she seemed content with her life choices. It wasn't easy to live on a farm, caring for the livestock, tending to the fields, caring for the house and finances. There was a lot of income towards it and how stressful it would be. It was impressive that she was able to live alone and cope so well, many others would struggle under such circumstances.

Marie nodded "Oui, it belonged to my family, though it's isolated from many locals, I enjoy the peace and quiet" she reflected. Her mother had raised her well and prepared her her for life, of what was to come and all the strains of being an adult. That included household tasks, cleaning, cooking and more. Allowing her to become independent so she would never need to rely on anyone. Marie had learned more about the world from observing humans, from watching them thrive and grow. Nobody would have guessed she was an immortal being. But she found comfort in being alone, she was never bothered by anyone and she was left with her thoughts.

"Many find comfort in solidarity, there's nothing wrong with that" the woman agreed, many people just preferred being alone. They didn't seek out regular companionship, they didn't want to share their lives with other people. They didn't marry, they didn't wish to become involved in other peoples lives. There were thousands of reasons people chose to be alone, though they were often misunderstood for their choices. But then why stay in an unhappy marriage if you were happier by yourself? Many settled for a marriage even if they knew they wouldn't be happy?

Marie laughed, she had observed many women who chose to marry merely to appease their families. Though some came to love their partners and find happiness, many lived unhappy lives with the man they were forced to be with. Many same sex couples lived in secret as roommates, sharing romantic and sexual relations in private and hiding their true identities. However, they were rarely bothered if they pressed the matter enough. She refused to accept a mediocre life with a person she had no affections for, living with someone who didn't make her happy. Though that reason made her unpopular "Many of the locals disagree, it's shocking for a woman my age to be unmarried and living alone" she huffed

The woman softened, Marie resented that she was made into a pariah because she didn't conform to the life the other villagers did. She had no living relatives but did didn't wallow in misery. She made her own money, her own income, she had her own business and could provide for herself. Many were in disbelief that an unmarried would could live so contentedly, without a need for support or marriage. "Your choice made you happy, you appear content with the choices you have made. Perhaps they are merely jealous" she suggested. Unhappy that they hadn't followed her path, unhappy that they were stuck with the consequences of their decisions.

Marie smiled, she had seen the resentful glares of others, their bitterness at her happiness. Women asking her how she could waste her life being alone, reflecting on what could have been. Wishing they were as free as she was, living her life carefree and enjoying every moment. As the nation of love, Marie found ways to spread that love in any way she could, from her hobbies to sending people gifts. Love came in many forms and should be shared at all costs. Her choices in life varied and led her along many different paths, but she took them all as learning experiences. "I do believe you are correct" she agreed, laughing in amusement.

"So, what is your farm like? do you own livestock? How do you make your keep?" the girl asked curiously. She was curious to see her farm for herself, how she chose to live her life. If she had animals for company, whether she had cows, sheep or chickens, if she ever spoke to them. There weren't many farms in this area, many of them that still existed were owned by older men who were married. For a young woman to own one, it wasn't popular.

Marie smiled, allowing her mind to wander to her home "Fields of flowers surround it, ever since I was young I have never known a spring nor summer where the flowers didn't bloom. I love to watch them, it makes me feel at peace. I suppose nature is where I'm happiest, which is why I became a florist. My mother left the house in my care once she passed away.." Marie explained. Bright colours that surrounded her home, the scent of pollen, the scent of spring. She loved running through the fields, watching butterflies, bees and other insects. Sometimes she would chase rabbits and make a stew. She had dried flowers to make into decoration, hanging them around her home. She had always loved nature and found a career in it.

"Your mother must have been a wonderful lady" The woman smiled, she had raised her daughter well and taught her many life lessons. Marie was a bright, warm natured and sociable girl. She was well liked around the village despite her decision to live in isolation by choice. They felt themselves drawn to her, like she was special, that she would help them along the path that they had been chosen to lead. A woman like Marie by their side, they would be stronger than ever. Her mother had nurtured her with a strong spirit, to always be true to herself, to follow her heart. She was proud to be herself and they admired that.

Marie nodded shyly, she missed her mother dearly, but with her passing she was able to inherit her title as France and become the nation she was supposed to be. She was still growing and changing along with her people, but she was proud of it. The future was ever changing as was she "She was. I learned a great deal from her", her mother had been her first teacher, her mentor in life. "I suppose it's strange for them to understand, how someone can be happy by themselves, how they can be so content away from other people" she laughed. People who had never lived as she had, people who had never made that choice for themselves, she was an outsider because of it. She had to keep her distance from people in case they suspected.

The woman smiled, she would understand her destiny soon, she would know where her path would lead. "God has a chosen path for you, marriage doesn't appear to be in your destiny, but you will forge your own path".

Marie stared

Forge her own path?

She blinked, remembering England's words, how someone in the village was leading people astray speaking of visions from god and influencing the women. Rallying the younger, unmarried girls who were still impressionable, instead of the older women who were trapped in their ways. saving an entire generation of girls from following their parents generation. Maybe she was getting too carried away, jumping to conclusions born of suspicions planted in her mind, no, she couldn't be, she must be mistaken. This woman saw visions by god and empowered women? She could merely be a kind and supportive person, England could be very superstitious. "I wish more people saw it that way, instead of assuming I would be happier living in a miserable marriage and sacrificing my happiness".

"You have a kind heart Marie, as shown by the love you focus into your crafts. That sort of energy is palpable, I suppose someone else merely wishes for that same love to be directed towards them" the woman hummed. She used her talents to aid others, using her skills to supply food and gifts to people who may need them. She radiated love into everything she did. Running her bakery alone despite the doubts of others. The people around her could feel that love and supported her, seeing how much it meant to her. However, they were jealous of the attention she showed towards her work, wishing to receive that love for themselves. Their affections for her forming into jealousy.

Marie hummed, she had never considered that, before realising she had been rambling too long. "Je suis désolé, I've been speaking of my life story to you and I don't even know your name" she apologised. She had no idea of who this woman was, where she lived, what she did for an occupation and more. If she ever hoped to court her she needed to know more about her.

The woman smiled sweetly, they had hoped to remain anonymous, easier to remain hidden so their enemies couldn't capture them. If their true identity was to be revealed they would be placed in danger. But they could trust Marie, they knew she would never betray them "Forgive me, I was so distracted by hearing of your life I forgot. My name is Jean" she smiled.

Marie felt a flutter in her chest, Jean, at last she knew her name "Marie, Marie Bonnefoy" she responded

"Is there someone special in your life Marie?" Jean questioned, though she had no interest in marriage, children, following the path so many expected of her, surely she had experienced a feeling of love, experienced her first attraction. Perhaps she had lost them, the trauma of said loss causing her to lock away her heart and never open up again. Had they perhaps been unfaithful and left her for another woman? There were many influences in which a person could be scorned by the emotion of love. Someone had influenced the emotion in her heart, someone had caused her to experience love for the first time. But who had it been?

Marie blushed, she felt so awkward explaining her love life to a complete stranger, parts of her life nobody else was privy to. She had experienced many crushes before, ones that got away, brief romances and attractions, but nothing serious. She had shared her bed with many others before, brief moments of passion that had ended quickly but she never forgot. The only serious romance she had ever known was with England, though their relationship became complicated, yet always bound to each other. She wished to be more, to grow stronger, to expand herself as a nation, as a woman, she wanted to reach her full potential and become a nation to be feared and respected. However, love had entailed along the way in different forms, expressing both romantic affections for men and women. Though England remained her first love, he was not the only love of her life and he knew it, knowing that she had shared her heart and body with others angered him. Comparing himself to the many people who had influenced her life and the people she loved. Many lovers had passed through her life and formed bonds with her, though some were never meant to be.

Spain was a childhood friend with whom she shared no romantic nor sexual relationships with, but remained very close to, he had been an ally of hers since England's piracy years, something England felt great jealousy towards. Spain had on brief occasions also been a lover of England, sharing sexual tension and also being enemies. But England's loyalty solely laid with France and and he was suspicious of how close she was to Spain.

Denmark as loud as he could be, also remained a close alliance of hers, he treated her with great respect and used his strength to protect her, she enjoyed his companionship and he had been a brief fling of hers on occasion. Though he had pillaged her land many times during his era as a viking, the two of them sharing a bed many times during this era. But then a princess of Denmark had been the queen consort to one of Frances rulers, causing an alliance between the two politically. France respected his power and influence, though his hotheadedness could be exhausting, however she knew how to handle him. Denmark in return knew how to make her smile, often visiting her but often caused trouble in his wake due to his big mouth.

But England always remained closest to her heart "Non, there is someone from my childhood, but he's such an obnoxious prick, I could never bind myself to him" she sighed. England had to be the most insufferable of them all, how she hadn't killed him yet it if was possible she didn't know. They were always arguing.

Jean smiled, he could see in her eyes that she deeply cared for him, her eyes were full of passion "You care for him, but your values lie in different places" she smiled.

Marie shifted, Jean had read her mind before she could even express her true feelings, as if instinctively understanding what she was going to say "Oui". Marie couldn't explain it, she felt as though she could tell this woman anything, pour her heart out to her without reservation or shame. She had longed for companionship like this her whole life, to find a person she could speak her mind with so openly. Connections like these were rare and she couldn't let it go. She hadn't felt this comfortable with anyone before "Jean, please, I would be delighted if you would visit my bakery again, anytime. I'd love to share dinner with you on my farm" she pressed. She wanted to stay connected to her, to understand her.

Jean remained silent for a while before smiling "Oui, I believe god has brought us together for a reason. I must stay on this path to help you achieve your true destiny" she agreed. To abandon Marie, to ignore her, to cast her aside would be cruel not when she had so much potential. He had a destiny, a duty to fight for the lord and she could be a soldier.

Marie couldn't help the beaming smile on her face, the skip in her step as she headed towards her bakery, her previous disheartened mood had changed completely. She felt the urge to create, to bake, to fill this happiness towards other people, this newfound sense of enthusiasm. She didn't know what it was about Jean, but she had a sense of energy to her, her stomach fluttered whenever she was around her, plaguing her every thought. She seemed to inspire something within her, it was reasonable that she would have the same affect on the other girls in the village too. Yet when they had to part ways she found herself feeling sad, a sense of longing forming, she had been with her all morning and yet she missed her. She had experienced this sort of feeling before but not so quickly, was this? Was she developing a crush? Perhaps if she knew Jean's address she could send her flowers to say thank you? For all the good she had done in her life albeit briefly.

"Good morning pet, you seem awfully chipper today" a familiar voice teased, she was in a happier mood than yesterday, meaning she was already over their fight. He hated it when she was unhappy, as cute as she could be at times. He hated fighting with her despite their often relations as frenemies, they had a long history together and he didn't want to ruin that. He had hoped to bump into her, but she had been missing all morning and despite his attempts he had no luck of running into her.

Marie halted, she had thought she was rid of him but he was back once again, why couldn't he just leave her in peace? How long would he keep pestering her until he understood her feelings? She sighed heavily "Angleterre, is this going to become a regular visit from you? I can have you arrested for harassment" she huffed. They were not married, they were not courting, he was not her fiancé and they had no personal relationship. She had made it clear she had no interest in pursuing him romantically, she had no interest in accepting a proposal. Whatever he had planned she wasn't going to accept. He needed to move on and find someone else.

England smiled, she was certainly feisty today but he loved that about her, how openly she showed her emotions. She was unlike any other woman in this town, but then she wasn't human either. They'd grown up together and he'd watched her blossom into the person she was now "You forget pet, I have immunity from my ruler" he reminded her.

Marie huffed, England used to be so cute when he was younger, how did he grow up into such an asshole? Sometimes she found it hard to believe he was even the same person. Where had his siblings gone wrong with him? Maybe her influence should have been better? "I will be busy this morning, you may sit in my bakery, if you promise to keep your mouth closed" she sighed.

"You know I love watching you work, those magic fingers of yours" he smirked, she blushed, ignoring his comment and opening the doors to her bakery. Arthur had always had a dirty mind, he wasn't called the perverted ambassador for no reasons. But then sometimes he did make it hard to resist his charms, when he had such a silver tongue.

England watched Marie silently, observing her keenly with curiosity, he noticed all the changes in Marie, his perceptiveness was one of his proudest qualities. Sensing things about other people that they were generally oblivious towards. He was no fool, he knew this behaviour, this change in a woman, he'd seen the love bug for himself many times, he had felt the bite of cupid and experienced the same feeling. He just hated it happening to the girl he loved because of someone else, someone that wasn't him. Someone had stolen her heart, someone had swayed her affections, someone had entered her life and seduced her, it was written all over her face. He had no idea of which man or woman had come into her life this time, it could have been anyone out of the thousands, but they had swept her off her feet. She was beaming, glowing in fact, a woman in love was more stunning than ever. He growled lowly, jealousy pouring through him angrily, gripping his teacup as he glared at her, he hated the thought of someone else replacing him in her life. He'd loved Marie since they were children, growing up together she was the first friend he ever made. When everyone else neglected him or treated him coldly, she would still visit him and keep him company. The first person he had sincerely cared for, one of the few he'd truly opened his heart to over the centuries, he'd never loved anyone like he had her. Though she had bedded many other people in her life, many people who had remained casual affairs, some were brief romances, but she had never loved him like flirted with him, she let him into her life and at times they had been lovers, but she refused to belong to him. Now she was smitten with someone unknown, who had her smiling like that "What's their name?" he pressed.

Marie halted, staring at him in confusion "Pardon?" she scoffed, where had this come from? He was in a foul mood today. He just had to darken her doorway when he had a chip on his shoulder, he had responsibilities from his leader to find this person with visions. But he seemed to take out his bad mood on her. Pressuring her to accept his hand in marriage. She wouldn't sacrifice all she had for a life of luxury, materialistic goods to become someone's possession. She had her own worries to consider, the politics were even worse now, illnesses, poverty and more. She wasn't well off but she was better off than most.

"Who are they? The lucky person of whom your latest affections have been blessed with?" he snapped, he wasn't an idiot. He wouldn't allow her to lie to his face when he had caught onto her change in mood. He had his spies who could find out for him, do some snooping around and gather information. Part of him had to know, needed to know, it was eating him alive. Part of him was relieved that Marie was happy, but yet bitter at the fact he wasn't the person making her happy.

Marie frowned, folding her arms, why was he always so suspicious? Why did he have to intrude on her life? Bitter at the fact that he wasn't the object of her affections and she wouldn't tie herself down to him. She wouldn't reveal Jean's identity but she could allude who they were. England would only keep pressing the matter until he got what he wanted. "A regular, they visit my bakery nearly all the time, an angelic face, blonde, good company". Jean visiting her bakery always made her smile, they sat in the corner quietly watching her work and smiling at her. They made her feel proud of her work, her achievements. She hadn't felt so utterly flustered by someone in such a long time.

England smiled, was she embarrassed to admit that it was him? "Well pet, I never knew I was so special to you" he hummed. The person she described sounded exactly like himself. He was always paying her a visit, checking on her and attempting to ask for her hand in marriage. Was she scared to accept because they were seen as enemies? She had no reason to be afraid, he would protect her. Marie had been an ally of his for years, their nations bound together, though it was political, it still held personal value to him. He worried for her wellbeing.

France scoffed "Don't be fooled Angleterre, for all you know I could be speaking of Denmark, but no, this one is a commoner. A lovely being of blonde hair, greenish blue eyes and an angelic aura to them. I've never met someone who made me feel so at peace" she reflected. He had an ego bigger than any she had ever known, of course he would assume it was him off the bat. Many people held such a resemblance and he wasn't that special. Many people she had alliances and relationships with could match the criteria. She had started involving herself with someone anonymous knowing it would be harder for England to find them, so she could keep this secret for longer. She knew how much it would anger them.

England raised his eyebrow, she was playing a game with him to piss him off, he hated that she was so sneaky, wanting to get under his skin. He hated that she couldn't see how much it angered him that she kept denying her feelings. But perhaps if he watched from the shadows he would find out soon enough. He still had a mission to do and sadly that involved France. She would become entangled with this eventually but he wanted to protect her for as long as possible. "I see, so you've been chatting for a while then" he hummed.

"Oui, a few days, but their company is far preferred over you" she huffed, Jean was like sunshine, always brightening up her day. Always making her feel worthy, wanted and appreciated. Jean was dedicated to their faith, speaking so passionately about the destiny they followed. The girl was probably part of a church or a trainee nun, such things were not impossible. However, if this was the case a relationship would never be possible. But hearing someone with such pure intentions, such love in their heart, it was truly admirable.

England frowned, an expression of hurt forming, was this her way of saying she no longer wanted him in her life? That she saw him as an enemy now? "Do I mean so little to you?" he questioned. When he was isolated as a child, tormented, bullied, abandoned, she was always kind to him. She was an ally to him and would continue to be as she got older. She was home to him, he always felt comforted when he was around her, his safe place. She was someone who knew him best, better than many allies. Now he felt like he was being replaced in her heart by a stranger. She was easily forgetting him, casting him aside and happily moving on. He wasn't naive to her suffering, the loss of her mother, owning the family business and keeping it running by herself. Living on the farm, forging all the products. She worked blood, sweat and tears to keep it all going. But he wished he could help her, give her a better quality life where she struggled less.

Marie softened, a sense of guilt forming, she could see the same innocent look in his eyes from when he was smaller. Growing up meant making new bonds, new allies, making hard choices. She did care for England, she'd known him since they were children and cared deeply for him, she would always see him as the cherubic crybaby she had grown up alongside. But she couldn't excuse all of his actions, their love was complicated. "We aren't children anymore Angleterre, we are grown ups now, my nation takes precedence. Life is more complicated for me than you realise, I have more pressures upon my shoulders. You need to realise I don't want mere protection from you, I want equality" she reminded him. England had always had more options in life being born a male nation in comparison to her, more opportunities and better experiences, he would never understand her struggles. She wanted more respect as a woman, a nation, an ally, but he would never understand that. She couldn't live in the past anymore, feeding her nostalgia and remembering how it used to be. Sometimes abandoning childhood dreams was the only way you could grow, and she had chosen to do that. Her country needed her and she couldn't ignore those in need, the suffering of others.

England softened, he had never seen Marie as weak, she was one of the strongest, most outspoken women he knew. She longed for the finer things in life and never took less than she deserved. But she faced the hardships of her life and she never gave up "I could protect you Marie, you know this, an alliance between us would be beneficial for both of us. I could take care of you". He would give her a nice home, restore her family home into a country cottage she could visit. He would protect her land, help her business and more. Whatever she wanted, he would give that to her, just if she accepted his engagement proposal. They could be happy together, he knew she still had feelings for him, they could grow together.

"I won't marry purely for politics Angleterre, that's not enough for me. I want to crave this person with my soul, I can't share that with you" she groaned. England's life was complicated, he was married to his country, his ruler, he was known to be rebellious and at times a bit sadistic with his punk side. He enjoyed drinking despite his poor tolerance, and he was a pervert. He had redeeming qualities, had a good heart and he was loyal. But she couldn't accept less than she deserved, she wanted more than he was offering her. She wanted a love where the thought of this person made her smile, where they consumed her thoughts. Where the mention of them made her smile.

England glared, he knew she loved him, they both knew it, the chemistry and connection they shared with one another, she was everything to him and more. Love hurt, love was cruel and love took time and patience. He never wanted to tie Marie down, but he couldn't imagine his life without her, what she was to him, she was far more precious than anyone in the world. He would give her everything but she continued to push him away "And you think I am incapable of craving you? Do you have any idea how much I want you, how far I would go to keep you by my side" he snapped. Everyone knew how he felt about her, it was no secret, he wore his heart on his sleeve for her. They all pitied him for loving a woman who refused to accept him. She had gotten under his skin.

"Obsession isn't love Angleterre" she snapped abruptly, obsession led people to do many insane things, driving them to their own deaths, killing others. Obsession led to delusions, fantasies and more, projecting their feelings onto another person. She knew deep in his heart he did love her, a feeling she returned, but she refused to merely become a companion. She knew she occupied his thoughts regularly, as did he. But they could never have a relationship if he expected to keep her caged, assuming he could merely provide and she would be content. She was the nation of love, she thrived with it, she lived for it, she needed him to do the same.

England smirked, he knew she was trying to hurt him but he had been burned before "Neither are daydreams pet, but you seem to chase them fervently" he mocked. She seemed to love chasing the delusions of love, when the real thing was in front of her. Trying to find the perfect relationship, when this as as close as she was ever going to get. She poured her dreams into the fictional expectations of what should be, instead of considering the ones in reality. Marie wilted, his words cutting deep, as much as she hated to admit it he was right. She'd chased a million different loves and all had effected her in some way, but none ever lasted. "I won't force you to marry me Marie, I would never do that to you. But being both immortals, nations and allies, it makes the most sense. You could never have a life with a human. A brief romance yes, but never a life. How long can you keep lying to yourself?" he pressed.

"Why are you so cruel?" Marie whispered, she hated it when he was the mature one, when he spoke the truths, when he acted like a grown up. She hated it when he wasn't cute. It made it harder to hate him, because she knew he understood her better than most. Accepting the reality that no matter how many humans she would become attached to or fall for, they would be fleeting within her life. Saying goodbye over and over again. Human lives were so fleeting compared to them, she never aged, she never changed, she always stayed the same.

"Because love is cruel pet, and sometimes honesty is the kindest option" England reminded her, love controlled them all, they were all slaves to it. He would do anything for her, anything to keep her. He had never presented himself as perfect, he had never claimed to be, he was a gentleman but he was also many other things. He hated breaking her heart, he hated causing her pain, but she needed to accept they were bound by fate, all nations were.

Marie sighed, why now did he choose to say something mature? After annoying her for so long, after frustrating her, acting immature and cocky. Now he chose to be brooding, empathetic, wise and charming? He knew how to cut her deep, how to stir the feelings she had for him. She smiled to herself sadly, she patted the flour from her hands, approaching with an apple tart, filled with cinnamon, apples and sugar. Still warm and bubbling, placing it before him on the table "On the house, but don't get used to it" she smiled.

England smiled, even when she was mad at him, she could never be heartless "You're too kind". Delicately he raised his fork to cut into the crunchy golden pasty, perfectly flaky. The stickiness of the apple dripping from his fork, delicately raising it to his mouth. The flavours hitting him instantly, the skills of her cooking, the softness of the apple, the spiciness of the cinnamon. The sweetness of the fruits and sugar, all perfect. She was an amazing cook.

Marie headed home along the long path to her farm, wrapped in a shawl and the few belongings she had brought with her in a basket. She had a long journey ahead of her and though spring was soon to arrive, the bitter cold could still be felt on an evening. The winter season was coming to an end and spring was soon to be upon them, the flowers would be returning again, the animals could be left outside longer and the days would become longer again. Huddling to herself as she kept her head low, allowing her mind to wander and her thoughts to process. England wasn't wrong, his words still lingered in her mind, it had been nice to reunite and catch up. Though she could be content with him she needed more than that, love was cruel and love was hard work. She didn't merely want a life of comfort and to remain complacent to her partners actions. Though Jean inspired tenderness in her, the same butterfly feelings of first love, England roused deep emotional feelings in her, familiarity and comfort, two different kind of love. Jean reminded her of how wonderful the feeling of love was, of how wonderful falling in love could feel. But England reminded her of the tension, being drawn to one another and natural chemistry. A person who meant more to her than anyone else. Jean supported her dreams, her wishes, her feelings, making her feel stronger, less isolated; reminding her that in such a small traditional town, being different was a good thing. That daydreaming, imagination, all those things could prosper, that dreamers were the future. England supported her, he knew how much what she had meant to her, but he was a realist as well as an optimist, he knew that by marrying her she would know peace, people would stop pestering her about marriage. She would avoid gossip, harassment, assumptions and more, though she would instead be bombarded with questions about her marriage, her husband and if she was going to have children. She wasn't even sure as a nation if she could have children, but she knew as a woman she could. It would be nice to know some peace of mind, to have people off her back and to avoid being the subject of attention. But she didn't want to merely leech off of others better fortunate to live a comfortable life. She wanted more than the expected life, she wanted more than what people assumed of her.

"Marie" a voice called, they had seen her wandering alone by herself in a dream, she had closed up shop for the day and was headed home.

Marie turned on her heels, a sense of warmth filling her chest, she had just been thinking of them, when at last here they were. She wandered if fate was the reason they kept being brought together, or mere coincidence. She felt herself smiling moronically at the sound of their voice, she really had fallen hard; Jean. "Jean, Bonne nuit" she greeted, turning to face them while holding onto her shawl and basket. She wondered what they were still doing out so late when it was getting dark, though she had a long journey ahead of her, they should be home by now. Many local villagers were back at home, eating dinner and with their families. Only bartenders were still open at this time.

"Are you headed home?" he questioned, she lived on a farm outside the village, even along that path she faced all kinds of dangers. He didn't feel safe knowing that she would be by herself. His instinct and conscience couldn't live with the thought of something happening to her, not if they could protect her. Marie was a special girl, unlike any they had ever met before.

She smiled, she had much to attend to when she got home before she could relax and got to bed. The animals required care, she needed to tend to her fields, they needed to be put in the stables and groomed. Then she had dinner to prepare and eat, before taking a nice bath. "Oui, I have to tend to the animals, make dinner and tend to my duties" she smiled. Living alone was a stressful job and while the village understood that, they didn't understand how satisfying it was to be independent.

Jean shifted, if she would rather be alone they understood, but they would feel better to have at least offered companionship "If it's not too much trouble, may I walk you home?" she asked. They had enjoyed her company this afternoon, being able to walk by her side. Being able to hear of her struggles, her personal life, her hobbies, warmed their heart. They knew more about her than the villagers did and it felt like it had bonded them. Everyone judged Marie far too quickly without ever coming to understand her.

Marie blushed, she had never let anyone aside from England into her home before, she was a very private person for reasons. Letting humans into her world was dangerous, if they suspected anything she was in danger. She was an only child, unlike England she had no siblings that were nations, though she had allies. She was used to a solitary life with no companionship. But something about Jeanne made her want to reach out, to trust her, to welcome her into her world. What could it hurt? "Oui, I would be glad of the company" she smiled. The two walked together down the cobbled paths of the town, heading further and further out of the borders, the evening sun was warm and bright, but the coldness of the evening was evident. The brightness of the sun changing into orange, their shadows grew larger on the ground as the sun grew lower. The two of them sharing content silence.

"I heard you had a visitor today" Jean questioned, there had been gossip that a familiar man had been in the village seeking her. Nobody knew how he knew Marie, only that he was someone from her past. There was always tension between them and Marie never spoke about their relationship. Many assumed something of romance but Marie always seemed tense yet familiar when he was brought up. So people never probed further, sensing it was a sensitive subject.

"Eh?" Marie gasped, had someone been snooping around? She hated that the villagers felt they could intrude on her personal life. Though having a community was one thing, being invasive and not respecting her privacy was another. She would have to become careful on who she spoke to if people didn't respect her boundaries more. She would need to speak to England on being more careful when he came to see her if this was the case.

"An English soldier, he works for the king, supposedly directly. I heard around town he was headed for your bakery, I do hope he wasn't too much of a hassle" Jean pressed. Marie didn't seem like the kind of woman who would cause issue with anyone, especially the law. Though routine guards were left around the village to protect them, as was watching your post and patrolling around the village to keep an eye out. There were some allies from Engand who would visit, but ultimately never stayed for long.

Marie blinked, before her eyes widened in shock, she was very private about her relationship with England. He was a childhood friend as well as an on/off lover. Their relationship was complicated, but between them. Someone had seen England visit her again? Perfect, more gossip to tolerate, the endless barrage of questions. "He's a childhood friend, we've known each other since we were young, don't let his charms fool you he's still a brat. But he's a close friend, I care for him dearly" she admitted. She would always see England as the small stubborn crybaby who clung to her cloak and hid behind her for protection. She'd watched him grow up from a weak nation into a strong man. They would always have that connection.

Jean bowed their head, they had a relationship with her that they couldn't compare to. This man, this soldier, he was close to Marie, he knew her better than they did. It was clear to see he'd been part of her life for a long time. They wondered if he had been romantically involved with her too, I mean it was fair to assume such things. "Was he... were you? I mean... lovers?" Jean asked, he knew it was invasive to ask but he couldn't help but wonder.

Marie blushed, her cheeks darkening, what a question? She was used to being asked questions of marriage and lovers by locals all the time but she brushed them off. Hearing it from someone she considered a friend and was crushing on, well it was a different feeling. How could she explain this? She gripped her basket tightly, messing with her fingers as she focused on her words. "We were both... I mean... we were young, everyone experiences love differently. He's someone important but... we are too different. He's an imbecile, but he's... charming" she reflected. They had become attached at a young age, both the others first love, a feeling that was hard to forget. But as they grew older, they were allies and both enemies from time to time. Constantly on different paths, but their feelings persevered through time.

"Desole, I've been rude" Jean apologised, he could sense she was embarrassed, she seemed rather nervous about the question. But deep down hearing about the history of them, knowing they were once romantically involved. He felt a sense of jealousy, knowing that this English soldier meant so much to her. That she had once given her heart to this person, been in love with them. How could they compare to that? He had been probing into her personal life in his own way, bombarding her with questions and asking of her hobbies and such.

Marie laughed awkwardly, it was such a long time ago it felt nostalgic, a pastime of her naivety "Non, you were curious, you meant no harm" she smiled. She had loved and lost plenty of people in her lifetime, the heartache of being an immortal nation. You never really got used to how many goodbyes you were forced to endure. England had always been a complicated but permanent part of her life, someone very precious. Jean had merely been curious and worried, how was she to know of any relationships Marie may have?

Jean blushed, how could he explain how he felt about her? This connection he felt to Jeanne, as though she was destined to act as his sword and shield, to fight by his side. He had experienced visions of a guard, a soldier, wearing a armour, their hair in a bun. A strong woman fighting alongside him on the battlefield. This lovely young farm girl, someone who owned a bakery, lived in isolation, but smiled so brightly. She was supposed to be involved in his destiny as a solider for god. His disguise, his lies, his destiny, how he felt bound to her? How he had lied about his identity thus far, allowing her to assume that they were a woman. How he hated the idea of another man being close to her? He could get close to her disguised as a woman, but if she knew the truth Would she hate him? "I... I was worried, that... you might be hurt or... forget about me?" he stammered. She and this soldier had history, they were old friends, what if she chose to go back to him?

Marie softened, everyone she crossed paths with, no matter how brief she remembered, it was part of her curse. She reached out to take Jean's hand affectionately "Never, you are my special secret, England is just jealous. He cannot dictate whom I become close to. Love is complicated, and I wish to keep you a secret a while longer" she smiled".

Marie walked along the muddy country path that neared her farm, the shape of the roof of her house coming into view, the darkening sky and the twinkling stars coming into formation. She'd always loved stargazing when she was young, how deeply she loved them, how endless the sky was. Sometimes she had taken England with her when she visited, he would sit on her lap and she would teach him of the stars. She could hear the familiar sounds of her beloved animals in the distance, all awaiting her to come home. How could she ever be lonely when she had them for company?

"I'm surprised you make it all this way in the dark alone" Jean mumbled, how she had bravely ventured home alone, never knowing what dangers she may face. The thoughts of someone following her or intending on harming her. She was a brave woman, so full of surprises. Though the village was full of pleasant, well intentioned people, among them were also the worst of people. There may even be thieves or worse wandering around in the darkness.

Marie smiled, Jean's concern for her was admirable, she had a huge heart and it showed; why couldn't all the villagers be like her? "I know this path by memory, getting home in the darkness is no worry" she smiled. She had faced many wars, plagues, trials and tribulations growing up, seeing the best and the worst of humanity. Nothing surprised her anymore. She had acted as a spy, a soldier, a mercenary and more, lurking in the darkness wasn't something she was unused to. When she was a smaller nation, she had found ways to survive, wandering through the dark meant nothing to her, she had keen instincts.

'I should hope I won't befall any danger getting home myself" Jean smiled weakly, though he hadn't faltered yet, he always worried that someone would catch onto him. If he was to be found by someone who wasn't an ally, he would be discovered and imprisoned before he could follow his destiny. Though he was adapted to sneaking around, there was always a danger. He couldn't risk the enemy getting ahold of him, what they would assume if they found he dressed as a girl. The world was still ignorant, quick to judge and blame.

"Would you prefer to spend the night? I'd be glad of some company" Marie offered, she had the spare rooms of her family. Rooms that she used for guests and travellers, ones she hadn't used in years. It would be nice to have companionship if not briefly, it brought personality back into the home. Though she enjoyed her solitude, she did also enjoy brief moments of companionship with other people. Being able to hear their stories and spread some kindness to them.

Jean blushed, alone with Marie? Indecent thoughts flooded his mind, to catch a glimpse of her bathing or changing? What if she caught him undressing and realised that they were in fact a man in disguise. The way she would look at him, how she would feel tricked. No, he couldn't allow her to discover his true self yet. "No... No I couldn't impose, however, if you have a spare candle or lantern, I would much appreciate" he stammered. It was best to keep some distance for now, to keep up this facade until he could no longer. He needed to get home and reflect on what further course of action needed to be taken.

Marie nodded, she wouldn't force Jean to stay if she wasn't comfortable. The poor girl probably had family worried sick about her by now, wondering what had become of her "Of course, I have spare candles and I can find a cover for it" she soothed. She walked closely to her cabin, smiling as she was faced with her animals, one of her horses approached, eagerly neighing, sensing her return. She smiled, placing down her basket to stroke their face affectionately "Bonjour, I have missed you so. Have you been lonely without mama?" she soothed. The animals all recognised her, knew her for what she was, but they would never tell her secret. The horse whinnied, affectionately nuzzling her and brushing against her, nickering, she brushed their nuzzle fondly, running her fingers across their coat, calming them. Geese, chickens, sheep all gathered eagerly, knowing their master had come back to them. She couldn't afford pigs but she could get food from a local butcher, being able to create breakfast and even stews with the meat. But she could earn her keep with eggs, crops and wool.

Jean watched her with the animals, how affectionately she spoke to them, the way they welcomed her home, nuzzled her with affection. Her bond, animals knew the true nature of man, they sensed she had a good heart. "I see you are in good hands, you would know no loneliness when surrounded by animals" he chuckled.

Marie smiled, stroking the nuzzle of her horse, her eyes gentle and calm "They are all I need, you can learn a lot from them". She had played with animals, lived among nature and more. She had lived many different lives but her love for animals had never changed in all the centuries passed.

Marie watched from her doorway, still wrapped in her shawl as Jean walked down the muddy path towards the village, lighting their way in the darkness. She prayed they ventured home safely, though she had known good luck and had been able to protect herself many times before. The same could not be said for Jean, she was a lovely young lady. The world was full of monsters and some of them took the face of your trusted friends. The animals now placed in their stalls, blankets and food restocked, extra straw for the cold, prepared for the long nights ahead. She smiled fondly, a sense of affection blossoming in her chest as she watched them leave, her life had felt so lonely until now, a longing she couldn't explain. This friend she had made, the blossoming crush she had for them. Reminding her of loves bygone, memories of fleeting romances that had entered her life. She had never felt so whole, so content, the sadness of when they were forced to part ways. Their tentative care and respect, showing them her life, allowing them to enter her world, a gesture not many were subject to. Seeing them become jealous of England was rather sweet, meaning they too shared her romantic attraction but were too shy to act upon it. Their worry and concern for her, how deeply she cared for them. She closed her door quietly, for tonight she would dream of them.