(by the way :3 do you have a real life crush? :D were gonna used them here vwv)

France P.O.V

(Your name) seems eager to know what I have to explain. She look at me with her (eye colors) eyes that reminds me of a lot of memories. "Is it ok for you?" she asked, her voice was covered with guilt. "it's ok, amour, I really need to tell someone what I have been hiding for all these centuries" I sighed deeply then smile to her as she returns it. I don't know how to start the conversation, but, I decided to ask her.
"Have you ever fallen inlove with a mere mortal?"

That question is what we countries avoid a lot. She smiles a bit but shook her head a yes. "I did..." She somewhat manage to let it out.

"His name is (your crush name).... he didn't give me back my feelings for him though.... because when I told him that I was a micronation and I live forever, He told me it would be best to let me forget him..." she sigh sadly, She didn't cry or sniff... it's makig me wonder why...

"I cried for almost a year for him, making my small country always raining at night that time" She took a drink of her wine as I nodded. "It's not easy for women to get her feelings over, but I was glad I have did" She stated her voice cracking a bit. "Besides, I promise myself that one day, I could just see his reincarnation again and laugh at him" I stare at her when she told me that she'll laugh at him when she would saw his reincarnation... She took the wine bottle and filled her glass again... "It was the saddest thing I would ever encountered besides watching Titanic" She smiled to me sadly trying to make a joke as I chuckle softly.

"It's Ok, Amour. I know how you feel... like you, Almost all of us countries have fallen in love with a mortal from time to time" I smiled reassuring her as she raised her eyebrows.

"Even Sealand and Wy?" she asked quite surprised

"No, Sealand is still young and so as mon cherie Wy, but if you ask me, I ship them amour~" I stated holding myself from squealing. She laughs a bit, seems like we both ship them.

"But my point is, Those Mortals that we have fallen deeply inlove too deserve special places in our memories but mostly out hearts" I stated smiling putting my right hand on my chest, my actions seems to make (your name) smile.

"As always we used the word "BUT" because there will be a day that they will disappear like ashes in the wind amour" I tighten my fist.

"I have fallen in love with my own national saint. Jeanne D' Arc, but sadly, her love was all for the Lord."

"I didn't regretted loving her, she was the one I wanted to be with forever."

"I never thought that... that... I have been blinded by love for a very long period of time in the time of war."

"I rarely see her smile, but if she did, she's the most beautiful thing in my eyes"

"In the time of War, Everything was covered with black clouds... She was like the Sun... She was therefore, The Hope to be free from England's hand that time"

"All of my armies have battled with her as they're leader. All of her following battles have won, it's like God's favor was with us. She sent Her as our... no... my Savior for freedom."

"England thought she was a dark witch since we won the following battles with a woman as leader. I told him that me and my people won purely with no such trickery, but he kept his opinion. he brainwashed some of my people;
Telling that my Mon Jeanne is a Witch"

"Me and some of my loyal soldiers wanted to save her from such tragedies, She only gave us a smile and told us it's the will of the Lord"

"My heart ache when I heard she was captured by England with the help of some of my soldiers and threaten to burn her alive infront of the eyes of my people in the town square"

"I didn't know what to feel in that time. I wanted to cry, but pride covered my eyes not to"

"I saw her being tied up in a stake. England was a jerk, he was making such devilish lies about her being a dark witch and her joining forces with a devil."

"She was our savior but my people showed no sign of sympathy towards her. My body became pump with adrenaline as I ran toward her direction"

"I shouted them to stop what they are doing to her, but English soldiers stop me from getting near her body that have been covered with dirt and bruises"

"England keep letting out lies, Some citizens encouraging him to burn her already but some mourn telling them to not do such things to a saint"

"Saint... Saint was a wonderful thing to call her in my ears that time..."

"I beg them not to burn her. England met my teary eyes, he stare at me for a moment but gave me a smirk. He let out such words that says "a devil is immune with fire, and so, we must do this in will go find out neither is she a demon, Or if she is Dark Witch, Francis, It's for the Best of everyone" Such... lies.... I will never forget what he have said until now."

"Time always flew quickly, it only took a second when fire caught her long white dress as I shouted and let out all of my air when I said the word NO"

"Sadly her last words was "I Will Always Honor The Lord" as she did... my eyes met hers as she smiled to me with tears flowing down her bruised cheeks."

"Her tears was eaten by the fire. I watch her flesh burn into ashes while my legs fall to the stone floor."

"Soon enough... her charcoal-color skeletons was the only things left. The view was covered with pain for me. My eyes gave up and I cried"

"The sky suddenly drop a rain, as if God was crying with me, Thunder roars and raindrops fell heavily. Everything was filled with sadness as I hear England said "Good Heavens... we have killed a saint" "

As I finish my story. I broke up in tears while (Your name) suddenly comfort me from behind whispering that she's here with me.

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Normal P.O.V

You didn't know what to do to cheer Francis up. His story was full of sadness about his love for Jeanne D' Arc. You can't imagine that United Kingdom will do such things.

"Thank You (Your name) for listening to my story..." Francis have muttered while sobbing loudly. Francis was the kind of person who usually smile or flirt his problems out and always mistaken as pervert but... Seeing him broke down in tears about his tragic love story makes you regret to describe or even call him as a pervert.

"It's Ok... Francis... I'm here to comfort you, everything will be ok... sometimes you... no... We just need to cry our heart out... I promise you... it would be ok... I'm here" You wish that your words will comfort him, but it seems to make it worst. He cried and mutters something in French sadly while breaking another sob, you could clearly hear the words "Je t'aime" in every time you hear the name Jeanne...

You look up while carrasing Francis back as you silently prayed that one day... He will See Jeanne D'Arc once more to make his heart flutters in happiness once again.

"Je vous aimerai toujours Jeanne"