Requested by Kyquizix  

I don't like the turnout but this will have to do, also, I used google translate.

   France leaned against the railing, a cigarette in her hand. She stared over her country, which seemed like it never slept, something she wished she didn't have to do. Rolling the cigarette between her fingers she brought it to her face, inhaling the smoke. She never did like to smoke, but even she needed something to do when stressed. Her gaze fell onto a figure that was walking towards the building she was on. She recognized the top hat anywhere, Britain. He seemed to have seen her on top of the building. 

  She sighed, putting out her cigarette, letting the breeze carry it away. The door behind her opened, the sound of clicking made its way to her head. "Bonjour sire Grande-Bretagne, comment puis-je vous aider?" Britain walked beside her, resting his hands on the railing, "I hope you know I understood about 3% of that."  France chuckled, smiling, "I said Hello sir Britain, how may I help you?" Britain made an 'oh' face, nodding to himself, "Well, I figured I should visit you, you seem... sad." 

  France looked at him in mock confusion, "Non? I don't mean to seem sad, I'm as happy as can be!" she gave a fake smile. Britain frowned, "I can tell that's fake France, what's wrong?"  She shook her head, "Mierde." she let out a sigh, "I just... Feel alone and guilty, my country suffers because of my idiotic decisions and I can't go back to fix them. The overpowering feel of guilt is just... Painful..." Britain reached over and pulled her into his chest, "Good lord France, why didn't you tell someone? Bloody hell why didn't you tell me?" France hugged him, "I'm sorry Britain I'm sorry. I jut couldn't handle it, pulling you into my own issues?"

  She started to cry, hugging his shirt tightly, all past feelings gone, just enjoying one another's company. Neither spoke, finally Britain broke the silence, "Why don't you come to my house for a rest, it's getting late."