America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Reincarnation

*Requested by HetalianSkywalker*

"Amerique?"

Said woman looked up from the papers she was reading. "Yes?"

France, for once in his entire life, seemed very reluctant to say what it was he wanted to say, and America raised an eyebrow at this. Finally, the older nation seemed to suck it up and spit the words out.

"Can people be reincarnated?"

America kept her eyebrow up. Of all the things she had been expecting France to say, that was the least expected.

"What has brought this up?"

"Lisa."

"Lisa?"

"Your citizen. She looks exactly like my Joan," France answered, his eyes downcast and distant. "I just wanted to know if she could be Joan's reincarnation."

"And why haven't you gone to England for this, or Romania, or any other member of the Magic Trio?" America questioned, suspicious. "As far as I'm concerned Mr. Bonnefoy, I'm the last person you should be asking about reincarnations."

"And as far as I'm concerned Ms. Jones," France began, baring his teeth at America. "You wouldn't be here today without Lafayette on your side, without my help."

"And I'm perfectly aware," America replied calmly. "Also, I'll have you know that I never wanted you to get involved in my problems to begin with, even though my people have indeed needed your help, and I am thankful that you brought Monsieur Lafayette to us, but I'm afraid you're getting out of line Mr. Bonnefoy. Nonetheless, you never answered my question."

France once more glared at her. "Do you honestly take me for a fool?" he asked, offended. "Zhanks to Matthieu, we have all learned zhat you are able to see zhe spirits of all kinds."

America made a mental note to force her ex-brother into one of her extreme haunted houses later.

"Well, it's not like you ever took my own word for granted, is it Mr. Bonnefoy?"

Finally, France flinched.

"Now, I'll have you know that it was partially my fault for the French Revolution happening, for you participating in my war cost you a lot of much-needed money, but then again you can thank that gluttonous king and reckless queen of yours for sending your country so far into debt. If they hadn't done those things, then maybe the people would've worked something else out, something that wouldn't have put their family's life in danger, something that wouldn't have led to the Reign of Terror.

"However, you believed I was fully responsible, and don't you dare tell me that I've heard wrong, for I've heard you talking behind my back about it on more than one occasion, completely taking the blame off of yourself so you could make yourself look good. Basically, had I still hated you Mr. Bonnefoy, I would angrily comment how you are lower than the dirt beneath my fingernails."

America still felt nothing as she regarded France. "So, give me a good reason why I should answer you Mr. Bonnefoy, because for all I know, you may use this information for corrupt motives, and perhaps to give Lisa off to a trafficking ring, and I can't have that." She fingered the gun in her blouse.

Once more, France flinched, adding in a recoil. However, once again, America felt nothing for him. He destroyed that so long ago now, and even he knew that he would never get that back, no matter how hard he fought. Though, unfortunately for him, he wasn't making things better with that attitude of his.

Though, after many minutes of complete silence, America narrowed her eyes in annoyance and began to gather up her papers.

"What are you doing?" France asked, alarmed.

"If you won't answer me Mr. Bonnefoy," America began coldly, "then I don't believe I should give you what you want." She then started to walk out the door.

"W-Wait!"

America paused in the doorway, waiting, albeit with an impatience she doesn't normally have.

"Make it quick," she ordered.

She thought France wouldn't respond again, but then he continued. "I know I've been horrible to you Amerique, and I truly do regret what I have done. Please, I just want to know. Zhat's all. If you tell me, I'll be on my way, and I'll never ask anyzhing of you again."

America turned around to regard the older nation. Clearly he looked downcast and regretful, but she still felt nothing. Had this been in the past, she would've forgiven him, but he threw away every chance she gave him, so why in the name of Mother Gaia should she do so now?

"Fine," she replied. "Yes, reincarnation can happen in many ways. People, animals, and plants can be reincarnated as another lifeforms, and, in this case, it appears that Lisa is a very rare case. From what I've learned, she does seem to be the reincarnation of the doomed Joan of Arc. Quite obvious too, now, by your leave."

America was glad that France didn't stop her from leaving.