You giggled like crazy at something France said. You had been walking around the city you had
been avoiding a certain part of the city but now it was the only place left to go cause you didn't
want the day to end just yet.
You found yourself back at the place 'it' happened. You smiled sadly looking over a metal plac
on it written : (mans full name) 1534-1549.
France noticed your sad smile. "Who was he?"
"Only the greatest leader my country ever had. He lead us to victory against England but was
killed by English soldier soon after our victory, he and I were burned and the stake. I didn't die
of course but he did. In a way he was like a father to me."
You looked over at France, he looked almost as sad as you did. "Something similar happened to
me."
"Joan of arc, right. I heard about it. I guess was both know that kind of loss."
"(Country name)?"
You looked at him. He grabbed the end of your earring that fell to your shoulders.
"How do you make me feel this way?" He slowly lean towards you.
"I've never felt this way about an woman before." He lips now hover over your. You close the gap
between you two. You share a sweet yet passionate kiss.
"Don't let this end, let me stay like this forever."
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