France - Paris [[Hetalia]]

(Small Fanfic) |

(Part 1)
(Story takes place, when Paris was around 5.)

France sighed, and looked outside the window. He slurped a sip from his wine and looked down at his dear Jeanne's photography. She was so beautiful.. Her eyes were bright green and her hair were light brown. He smiled slightly at the picture and let out a deep sigh, trying to hold back his tears.

"Fwance...?" A small, shaky voice took him out of his thoughts. France quickly wiped his tearing eyes and looked down to see Paris staring confused at him.

"Oh... Hello there my little.." France said as he was trying to hide his tears. Paris walked with little clumsy steps towards him and hugged his leg.

"Are you sad..?" He asked with his childish naivete.

"...N-Non, mon cher, I'm just tired.." France responded while running his hand trough Paris's blond hair. Paris didn't say anything, but it was clearly noticable that he didn't believe him.

"I'm fine sweety, really.." France said again, and faked a smile on his face, to persuade Paris.

"Okay.." Paris said and kept hugging his leg. France smiled and lifted him up, holding him on his lap.

"Now say, what are you doing up so late? It's past your bedtime." He said and tickled his belly, making him smile and giggle.

"I no sleepy!" Paris yelled playfully and grabbed France's cheeks. France chuckled and gently removed Paris's little hands from his face.

"You know it's late hun." He said and craddled him slightly, making the photo fall down.

"Who's that?.." Paris asked and looked at France. France froze. He quickly placed Paris down.

"...P-Paris, It's l-late..Let's go put you to bed.." He stuttered and picked up the photography. He was really upset.

"B-But, I don't-"

"Please hun... it's late..." France said and took his small hand, walking him to his room. He lifted him up on his bed and tucked him in.

"Goodnight baby..." He whispered and gave him a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Nighty, nighty Fwance.." Paris responded and kissed his cheek. France smiled and turned off the lights before closing the door. He walked outside towards the table, and sat down on a chair letting out a deep sigh. He covered his face with his hands and looked at the photography again. After some minutes, he got up and walked towards his own room. He placed the photograph on a shelf with some white roses all around it.

"Good night my beloved Jeanne..." He whispered and layed down on his side, drifting into a dreamless sleep.

~END OF PART ONE~

(What do you think? Is it good? More to come!)

Jeanne/France (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Paris/Storyboard (c) Me AKA Panda