Random One-shots/Drabbles

Breakdown (France x Jeanne d'Arc) [Hetalia]

Warning : F E E L S
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At the city centre of Rouen, a wooden pilar was set on the soil of the English territory. Bunches of straw and twigs were put around the wood, with a little space for people to walk on the stage.

People were wandering around the streets, blissfully unaware about what would happen at the stage. They only knew that there's a "witch" going to be executed.

There was a cart heading to the site. On the cart there was a maiden and a bishop. Someone was driving it, heading to the site where there was already a group of men standing beside the pole.

Besides those men, people were started to stay at the city centre. Seemed the crowd has already noticed that an execution was going to happen.

Among the crowd, there was a teenage french boy called Francis. Guess who? He was France, the county of France. He stood at the place, staring at nothing, thinking about life.

The cart has arrived at the square. Francis looked at the cart, tried to identify the people.

There she was.

The damsel was praying, praying for mercy. Seemingly, she was the one who'll be tied on the pole. Not too long from its arrival, she was lead to the stage. On the way she was begging to God, nonstop.

The crowd has stopped wandering around. Francis felt a bit uncomfortable, but opted to stay.

He looked at the girl. She looked at him, gazing into his amethyst eyes.

She was tied up, with a small crucifix in her pale hands. The young woman was mumbling some words, looked like she was wronged.

A man was standing at the stage, preparing for the fire. His face looked grave, seemed couldn't forgive himself.

Francis looked around, the other people were going to roar.

It's time. The man has lighted the torch. All the religious things were done, people were watching.

The fire landed on the charcoal. The flame spread through the straw and woods, surrounding the girl. She was going to be burnt in flames.

Burning and burning, she was calling out God's name. People were fading away, but he stayed.

Staring at the pole, he looked into her eyes. She appeared helpless in the flames. It really hurt this teenager's heart. He may have loved her, but who knows?

The girl was burning in flames, burning red. Soon her voice stopped chanting, eyes closed. Her body was turning dark, darker and darker.

Francis's eyes burst into tears. He gazed at the pole again. Her body has already turned into coke.

He stared at the place till the flame ended, then walked to see the lifeless body. He put his hand on her forehead, caressing it slightly. Teardrops on his hand, liked it was washing her remains.

He walked away from the burnt soil, with tears and sorrows. Soon after he left, the fire started to burn again.

30th May, 1431, it was a normal day for most of the ordinary people at that time, but a special day in his history.

It was the day when Jeanne d'Arc was burnt in life.

Francis loved her, though she had never returned his feelings... because her love all goes to God.

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[Author's note : well, this is my entry for my friend @/he_talia 's fanfiction contest.]