My International Lover (Hetalia Oneshots/Stories)

Green Scarf Pt.2 (France)

...One will die with a Green Scarf falling on the floor.

Two years after Francis proposed to his lovely (y/n), it was their wedding day. Francis' close friends, Gilbert and Antonio and their girlfriends were the only ones invited.

"(y/n), you're so Jolie!" Cooed Madeline. As far as (y/n) knew her for a few minutes, she was shy yet sweet as a syrup she loves to anyone she meets. That was Gilbert's girlfriend, they're engaged as far as she knows.

"Merci Madeline." (y/n) shyly said.

"Come-a on Maddie! We-a still have to get-a her to the Altar!" Chiara shouted, she's Antonio's Girlfriend and the girl with the fine mouth ever. But (y/n) smiled at her being the big sister.

"Wait a second, there! It's done eh!" Madeline said then moved away to see (y/n)'s dress.

(y/n) looked at her dress, she told them that never touch or even take the scarf off and they didn't. But the dress, the same colour green like her scarf was perfect for her. "Is it alright?" she asked.

"Si!/Oui!" The two girls said in unison.

Chiara gave her the bouquet, "Remember (y/n), Be careful with-a your soon-to-be husband." she said with a wink.

"Let's go!" Madeline said, she and Chiara are the bridemaids also.

(y/n) flashed them a thankful smile then they went out of the room.

"Aw come on and cheer up francy pants!" Antonio encouraged. They were waiting for the girls to show up and Francis has never been paler than his prized stinky cheese(No offense for the cheese!).

Before Franics could speak, the doors opened to reveal Chiara holding a bouquet and walked on the isle. Minutes later, two girls stood, it was (y/n) with her arm linked to Madeline. The boys grinned but Francis smiled even wider.

(y/n) took a deep breath while making her way to the altar, they reached a moment later then Madeline unlinked her arm then walked over to where Chiara is. (y/n) smiled through the veil while linking her arm with Francis.

"We are all gathered here today to witness a holy union of (y/n) and Francis." The priest said then turned towards Francis, "Do you Francis, take (y/n) as your wife? To have or to hold, for richer or for poor and till death do you part?" he asked.

"Oui. I do." Francis answered.

The priest nodded then turned towards (y/n). "Do you (y/n), take Francis as your husband? To have or to hold, for richer or for poor and till death do you part?" he asked.

"I do." (y/n) answered.

"By the honor bestowed upon me, I pronounce you, (y/n) and Francis, as Husband and Wife!" the priest proclaimed.

Francis smiled and kissed (y/n) passionately. Everyone clapped and cheered for the newly wed couple. The two was never been happier.

~Time~Skip~

Those two years of their marriage, was a very unexplained thing for them. They were happy, yes. It was until (y/n) got sick. She was bedridden for the next months and her doctor said to Francis that she has no hope of surviving. Francis led the doctor out then came back to their room. It almost killed his heart to see his wife in a ghostly white condition. He sat beside her and held both of her hands. 

"Francis," (y/n) coughed. "don't cry on me. I'll be fine, promise." she said softly.

"Non, it wouldn't." Francis replied. "After those times since I saved you from that winter at the park, I never did any good."

(y/n) slipped her hand off Francis' grip and touched his cheek, "Big brother...You always did good." Francis suddenly looked up when he heard her say his nickname.

"I lied so much to you, (y/n). I can never rewind time and make things right."

She looked at him with confusion, she was weak but she still can sit up with her husband's help of course. "What do you mean you lied to me?" she asked then started to cough again.

Francis rubbed her back while being careful with her green scarf-she doesn't want him to get it away from her-but didn't look at her in the eye. She caught her breath and held his chin to make him look at her, "Francis, tell me the truth. All of it please?"

Francis kissed her forehead, "You notice I never age, right?" he asked which then he earned a weak nod. "I never age since I'm an immortal. A personified nation, I live as this land lives ma cherie. I represent France."

"That's all??" (y/n) asked, slowly laying down on the bed again. "Is that the secret you've been keeping me afterall these years?"

Francis nodded, "Oui. I'm very sorry (y/n). But I love you and I can't even dare keep it from you." he held her hands again. It was almost like a reflex since she was ill.

She smiled at him weakly, "I happy you saved me from that winter and loved me until death do us part, Francis." she spoke. "But I believe you'll be scared after this...I love you Big brother Francis, so very much." she said then closed her eyes. Her hands went limp from his grip, she was dead.

He cried and held her now lifeless hands, he sniffed and stood up, accidentally knocking over their wedding picture and pulling her Green scarf off. He was about to catch the picture but instead was what she last spoke before she used her last words for her love.

Her head.

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I still remember the basis of this story when I was in my old school. I was only in Nursery when I read and saw the real version. Who knew I could easily read and speak English when I was in Nursery? I hope you love this one!

Jolie means Beautiful or Pretty in french.