Till That Day part 1(FrancexJeanne D'Arc)

Till that day


Chapter 1


Canada’s POV




It seemed like a normal G8 meeting, England was leading my loud-mouthed brother and I into the big conference room. Everyone was acting like they’re normal selves, Italy was passed out in his seat and Germany was trying to wake him up while dealing with a bickering Romano, he insisted he’d come to “protect” his brother from the German. China was trying to ignore Russia who was asking him to become one with him. I ignored the loud chaos of the room and sat in my seat by England.

I sighed quietly, already bored and the meeting haven’t even started yet. No teenager wanted to sit in a room for an hour and listen to older nations argue back and forth.  The door opened again, a big smile spreading across my face when I saw my former care-taker stroll in. I waved excitedly at France; he gave me a pained smile before going to sit in a chair that was across from England. I ignored the way he smiled, figuring that I was just seeing things. Then I got a good look at his face.

His deep blue eyes were swollen and red like he’d been crying for hours.  His hair was more tasseled than usual; it looked dull and not as silky. Like all the life had been sucked out of it. The nation that is known to look stunning looked like a complete mess. Everything about his appearance confused me. The other nations didn't even care to notice the current state France was in.

I turned to England and poked his shoulder to get his attention. He didn't look up from the notes he had written the night before, it was his turned to conduct the meeting today, I poked him again to make sure he felt it. He sighed and still didn't look up but this time he answered.

“Yes Canada?” he said dully.

“What’s wrong with France?” I asked in a whisper, making sure France didn't hear me.

England looked up finally, glancing over at France for a moment. He looked over at the date written on the board, May 30th 1887, I saw his whole body tense up. I've never seen him look so tense and uncomfortable.  He snapped out of his funk when the clock dinged when it struck 8:00, he stood up and cleared his throat before speaking.

“Welcome everyone to the meeting. Before we start I’d like to say something…” he started, everyone stayed silent so he could continue. He turned and looked France in the eyes.

“Francis, if being here and seeing me is too much then you’re free to leave. I’m sure everyone would understand.” England continued.

Everyone was stunned from England’s kindness towards France, even I was surprised. Usually the island nation was quite harsh on him. France gave him a small smile, this time it didn’t look so forced and hurt. America was pouting in his seat that was next to England’s, even though they had a big war about a hundred years ago America was still attached to England, so much for independence.

“Dude this is totally not fair! Why does France get to skip!” America complained loudly.
I shot him a glare but of course he didn't notice, he almost never notices me and I’m his own brother. England gave him a warning look, causing him to sink down in his chair, still such a child. France thankfully ignored my brother’s rude comment. He took a deep breath like he was preparing himself before he spoke.

“Merci England but I’m going to stay. It’s about time I got over her, non?” he said, smiling happily but you could tell it was fake from the pain in his voice.

England looked away from France and the whole room fell silent. I felt like I was missing out on something, America looked just as confused as I was. This wasn't very surprising; he has always been quite dense and never picked up on the mood. I did my best to put the pieces together, what would have happened between France and England that would make England actually be nice to France? And who was “her”?

France never told me about any serious relationship. He had a couple flings that lasted at least two weeks, sometimes longer or shorter. But nothing long enough to where he’d need to get over someone. Millions of questions flooded my mind at once, all questions that only he could answer because I know England wouldn't tell me. England always got touchy when someone asked him about something that happened in the past. I would have to ask France once the meeting was over.


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The meeting was finally over, now I just had to get France alone. I was one of the few nations that were actually comfortable being alone with him. I knew him well enough to know he would never do anything to me. Unless I asked of course but that would never happen.  I felt someone tap my shoulder; I looked up and saw England.

“Are you coming?” he asked, I saw America impatiently waiting by the door.

I rolled my eyes at the scowl on my brother’s face and shook my head. England seemed to understand and just nodded once then left. America perked up and followed closely behind him. Luckily France stayed behind to clean up and straighten everything out. I stood from my seat and shyly walked over to him.

“France? I have a couple of questions for you.” I said softly, hoping I didn't come off as demanding or anything.

France gave me a warm smile, the familiar smile that he always had on his face back when he was the one raising me and not England.

“Ask away!” he said kindly.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself “What’s wrong with you today? I've never seen you this down. Why did England think you couldn't handle seeing him? Who is “her”? And why do you have to get over her?  What’s up with May 30th? I don’t understand.” I asked quickly.

I must have overwhelmed him with all my questions because he looked a little taken back. Then his face saddened, he headed over to the green couch that sat against one of the walls then sat down. He ran his hand through his blonde hair and sighed.

“Those are all very good questions…” he said almost quiet enough to where I couldn't hear him.

I stayed silent, hoping he would continue and answer my questions. He beckoned me over with his hand, I did as he wished and went over to sit by him.

“To answer all your questions I’ll have to tell you a very long story.” he stated.

I quickly nodded my head; I enjoyed listening to other nations stories. It was like a history lesson but more accurate and not watered down, unlike how the humans wrote it.

“It was during the hundred year war. I remember everything like it happened just yesterday. How everything seemed to be falling apart. I thought I was going to completely lose my country to England. Nothing was getting better but that all changed when a girl sent a letter to King Charles, requesting to meet with him right way.” France started.

I felt the excitement grow inside me, I just knew already that this was going to be an interesting story.