[Fanfiction Countryhumans x OC] Let the flame paint your soul

Chapter 9: A Mid Summer Night's Dream

France gazed at Jocasta, who was sitting on a sofa, placing a book of Notre Dame de Paris on her lap. Her thin feet were protruding from the white silk dress. He could see those ruddy little fingers moving slightly under the desk. Unlike Britain, France was the man who always lived in the moment. He had loved passionately, had hurted the ones he loved and had been broken a couple of times.

Just yesterday, I was standing next to the injured German. Only me and him. I watched as the German went numb from pain. I heard him groaning, and tried to scream for help. A voice inside me whispered: "The man is going to die", but another one was louder: "He was the son of my enemy".

France lit up a cigarette. The girl in front of him continued to read the book with her soft and sweet voice. She was dancing in his mind, with those ruddy fingers, touching every part of his soul, making him realize how filthy it was.

"Afternoon".

A voice calling from the window disturbed the moment. Jocasta turned her head to look at the man smiling outside.

"Did I scare you?"

The Italian smirked as he walked slowly to the open window.

"No, not at all. Good afternoon".

Jocasta smiled as she closed the book she was reading. French Empire left his seat to come to the window. He was a best friend of Italian Empire. They had a lot in common. He was pissed off a little bit because of the interruption, but it was alright, he enjoyed seeing beautiful creatures. And the Italian was the master of fashion, even though he was fighting dire battles.

"Ciao".

The French gave his ally a cigarette.

"Britain said that the meeting would start soon. We will meet at the Austrian - Hugarian's mansion".

The Italian said to France but his eyes were gazing at Jocasta. She knew it, but chose to ignore as she continued standing out of the conversation, lazily traced her fingers on the cover of the book.

"You do look like a cat, my lady. So quiet and shy". - Italian Empire slightly let out a puff of smoke. - "Make us blind about how incredible you can be".

Jocasta looked up to meet the Italian's eyes. His eyes gave her a look of a predator. Wide and passionate.

"Haha. I'm afraid that none of us can lay our feet on that beautiful land in her mind. I always wonder what it costs..."

The French chuckled as he rubbed the end of the cigarette in the ashtray. He looked at the golden clock hung on the wall.

"I'd like to invite you to join us in reading books and poems, but it seems like time is not on our side". - France said and he turned to face Jocasta. He winked. - "If you excuse us, à la prochaine".

Italy and France got on their horses. Italy was still gazing at the window, seeing nothing but the top of her head. She was lying on the sofa. Not until this moment did he realize that her hair had a colour of cappuccino.

"Don't act like this is the last time you can see her".

France smirked.

"I'm not an advocate of your idea this time". - Italy said. - "I don't like the thought of her being imprisoned. She has nothing to do with us".

"That's the only way to protect her".

"No, it's not".

"Do you intend to give her back to German Empire?"

"Give back? Since when does she belong to him? She doesn't even belong to this world. All this madness".

The Italian laughed.