france: mon amour

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France sat on his desk, writing a letter for his dearest (name).





Dear (Name),

How are you, mon amour? I hope you are well. Did anything interesting happen to you today? Well, for me, Arthur did something weird today! He did not called me a frog or insulted me even once! Mon dieu, I thought he was sick. He didn't tell me what had happened so I thought I could ask you, (nickname). You're close to Angleterre yes? Could you tell me what happened to him? Reply me soon, my dear.

Your love,
Francis Bonnefoy ♡






He proceeded to fold the piece of paper into half, and slipped it into an envelope. He then picked up a rose he grew himself and sticked it onto the front of the envelope. He wrote your address at the front and mailed the letter.





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Days past, and not one day had France failed to send you a letter. He hadn't receive any reply of his letter back. He started to get worried that he accidentally sent the letter to the wrong address. He scanned the envelope to re-check if he had your correct address written on it. He sighs in relief and began writing a letter to you for that day.






Dear (Name),

Mon amour, why aren't you replying to me? Did I do something to make you upset? I am sorry if I did. Please, please don't ignore me.... Reply me, please? I miss you.

Your love,
Francis Bonnefoy ♡






He then did the same thing he did every day, folding the piece of paper and slipping it into the envelope. Not forgetting the rose, and mailed it out. He hoped, after this letter, he would at least get a reply.





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It was a cloudy day when France finally receive a letter. He smiled happily, closing his mailbox and almost skipping back into his house. He sat down on the couch, and finally opened the letter.





Bloody frog,

Stop denying reality already. Did you honestly forgot what had happened? Or are you just thinking that it was just a bloody dream? Snap out of it France! She's gone! Enough of this letters. Come back to reality! Face the fact! She is no more.

England.






France re-read the letter, confused. What did England mean by 'She's gone'? He tried so hard to remember. And that was when it hit him.











(Name) had passed away 4 months ago.







{Random continuation}





France sat on his seat in the world meeting held a day after he read the letter sent by England. He stared off to space, wondering why he had forgotten that (Name) had passed away.

(Name) was the love of his life. He loved her dearly. He enjoyed looking at her smile, listening to her beautiful laughter and the way she looks at him with eyes full of love. She was everything that mattered to him. But why… why had he forgotten about (Name)?




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(First name) (Middle name) (Last name) was a beautiful girl, aged 18. She was taking a walk in the park, enjoying the breath-taking scenery and the peacefulness. She smiled at the kids playing in the playground happily. She sat down on the bench and that’s when she noticed a blonde man with wavy medium-length hair playing with two little kids. He looked happy but at the same time, looked a little lonely.

One of those two kids started running away, and it was probably just by chance when the kid ran towards her.

(Name) was confused when that kid stopped directly in front of her and just grinned at her. She just smiled back and introduced herself to the boy, “Hello, my name’s (Name). How about you?”

“I’m Alfwed!” He announced in a loud voice.



Point of view switch


You then noticed the handsome man had walked up to you and smiled at you, “Bonjour, belle~. I see you have met my nephew, Alfred. I’m Francis. You are?”

“(Name). (First name) (Last Name).” You replied and held out your hand, expecting a hand shake from him but instead, he kissed it.


That was the first you met him and it was also the day where you had slowly started falling for him.



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France sighed to himself. England had noticed this and questioned him, “Oi you frog. Are you okay?”

“Non, Angleterre. I just don’t get it.”

“Don’t get what?”

“Why I had forgotten about (Name)’s condition…” He mumbled. “She was really dear to me.”

England groaned slightly and replied, “Maybe you couldn’t just accept the truth… And the way she died…- cruelly.”

“It was my fault wasn’t it… I-If I hadn’t-“

“No! Stop that France! Don’t blame yourself! It wasn’t your fault!”

“How is it not my fault?! She was murdered brutally!” France exclaimed.




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You and Francis had fought over something so ‘stupid’ as Francis had told you. You had found out that he went out drinking with his two best buddies, Gilbert and Antonio. No, that wasn’t the part where you were angry about. Francis had gotten himself really drunk, and had brought home (the house you and Francis was sharing) a woman while you were out at work. You would worked at night sometimes and every single time you came home the next morning, you’d see clothes and shoes that were not yours. And every single time, you would scold him and wanted to break it off with him when you had found another different woman in YOUR bed the third time.

But Francis would always begged you to not leave you. He’d apologise to you, do things to make you happy and to forgive him. But on that particular day, you have had enough. You were already having a bad day at work and to find another different woman yet again on your bed had just blew the last straw.

“I HAVE ENOUGH FRANCIS! I-I don’t think this relationship we have is working out anymore.” You finally stated after half an hour of fighting. “S-sorry I just-… Bye Francis.”

You walked out of the house door and had left Francis completely guilty. He went to run after you. ‘Wait, mon amour! Please!” You heard him completely clear but you just didn’t want to talk to him anymore right now and started running away from him. He chased you and you would just continue running without stopping.



France’s point of view</i>


(Name) is very athletic and her skills are very useful in a situation like this. I’m still chasing after her, shouting and begging her to stop. All of a sudden a man had walked out from an alley, holding a knife. That was when I realised that person wasn’t a man and was my ex-girlfriend, Arissa. She was walking towards (Name) but (Name) hadn’t realise her presence. I panicked and started calling out to her, “(NAME!) LOOK IN FRONT OF YOU (NAME) WATCH OUT!” But I was too late. The red light from traffic light was blocking the both of us. I couldn’t save her on time. It was my fault. The streets were empty, nobody was around, only the people In cars who doesn’t know what is going on. I witnessed (Name) getting stabbed mercilessly from Arissa. Looking at how she was brutally murdered. It was my fault. All this was my fault.

I couldn’t do anything. The light was still red. I couldn’t even move. All I could do was stare. Stare at the woman who murdered my to-be-wife walk away from the lifeless body. Finally, the light had turned green. I slowly walked towards (Name). I sat down beside her, holding her body towards mine. “(Nickname)… Wake up. Please… Je t’aime, don’t leave me…”




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Tears slid down France’s cheeks. England and the other countries witnessing this scenario just stared at him. Some wondering what had happened, some wondering whether to comfort him or not.

England took out his handkerchief and wiped France’s tears away, giving him a small brotherly hug afterwards, “It isn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. She wouldn’t like seeing you like this. Don’t make her upset anymore than she already was, France.”





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France stood in front of your grave. He placed a bouquet of your favourite flowers on it.













“Je suis désolé , mon amour . Se il vous plaît pardonnez-moi pour toutes les choses que je ai faites .[1]”




Translation-

Je suis désolé , mon amour . Se il vous plaît pardonnez-moi pour toutes les choses que je ai faites . = I’m sorry, my love. Please forgive me for all the things I have done.