His little miracle

Much kept secret

*Third person view*
France had been in the carriage since sunset. The World Meeting would take place in America. The thought of everyone arguing already caused a slight headache for him. But it's a responsibility that he must take as much as everyone else. The carriage stopped at a hotel for France to stay for the night. Britain was kind enough to offer him a ride to the meeting, but hoped that the messages sent were clear. France had sent: Meet me at the Grand Royal Home so we can attend the meeting.

France entered his hotel room to only relax on his bed. "Monique," he sighed. "What am I gonna do." He pulled out a locket that was shaped of a heart. As he opened it, he glanced at the small black and white picture of Monique. "I wish to show the others," he began with a sad tone. "But, they will only cause harm if they do find out that I call her my own." He glanced at the clock, it was already 8:47 p.m. How the time flew by every night he had to leave her home.

France knew deep down that Monique wanted to go outside on her own to see what lays beyond their home. It's not that he didn't trust her because she was adopted, but it was the fact that if the other countries found out, it was what they'd do to her that frightened him the most. But, none of them know any other places in the country here, if Monique was taken to a place for a visit with Joline, it should be alright. "I might let Joline take her to a park," he whispered. As he rose up from the bed, he called Pierre, his trustful bird. France remembered that Joline comes to the house at 8:55 each night to take care of Monique when he's out for a meeting.

Joline,
I wish for you to take Monique to the park after lunch, so that she may feel what it's like to be outside, like a child she is. Let her know that I said it was ok, for this one time I'm away.
France

He rolled the small sheet and had the fiesty bird Pierre stay still. France tied the paper around Pierre's leg, then gave him an order. "Take this back to the house, give it to Joline," he finished as he opened a window. "Don't let Monique see it, it is a suprise for her." France let his bird fly in the night. He closed the door and returned to his bed. The thought of him deciding whether he did the right thing or not began to eat away his mind.
"Calm down," he told himself. "Monique is strong, and she will be with Joline, nothing bad could ever happen." He changed into a pair of lose pants and a shirt for pajamas and turned off the light. Nothing could go wrong with Monique going to a park, right?

~*~With Britain~*~

"Can't believe I'm going to be this nice to the old Frog," Britain sighed while he stretched his arms out. He had a morning flight to France so they could attend the meeting together in America. He looked at the old message France had sent.
Meet me at the Grand Royal Home...
France may be so dramatic about his lifestyle, but would he ever call his home grand and that of royalty? "Bloody, Frog," Britain sighed of annoyance. "At least he is inviting, ever since the year before he's been nothing but a shut in, and hasn't even came and visited anyone." Britain leaned back in his chair. "Bags are packed for the trip, and I leave at around lunch time. Maybe it'd be nice to view his country for a few minutes." Britain rose from his chair and entered the bathroom for a shower. After he had dried himself, he put on pajama pants and a white shirt.
Britain lay on his bed, then felt sleep carry him away.

~*Back in France with Monique*~

Knock knock

The door rumbled with a young woman that opened the door with a sleeping Monique. "Madameiselle," she said in a hush tone as she carried a larger tray in the room. The woman put the tray on the night stand, then walked up to the bundle mass of blankets. She pushed away a small piece and met the sleeping Monique with a teddy bear cuddles with her. "Madameiselle," she whispered. "It's time to wake up." Monique moved, then yawned while her hand rubbed her eye. "Morning, Ms. Joline," she yawned. "Is Papa back from his meeting?" Monique asked as she positioned herself in a sitting form. Joline shook her head 'no' only to see the little one take a sad look. "But, I had gotten a message, and he had instructed for me to take you to a park," Joline smiled as she rose to retrieve the tray. "After lunch, we will leave, for now, please enjoy your breakfast, Madameiselle." Joline brought the tray from the night stand to place it on Monique's lap.

After she had eaten her breakfast, Joline had made Monique change into a green dress that reached a few inches below her knees. Joline stood behind Monique as she brushed the honey-almond river into a single braid that was tied with a light green bow. "Don't you look, lovely," Joline gasped as she was proud of her work. Monique retreated to her bear, then looked back at her mirror. It's hard to believe that, Papa, isn't here to see me, she thought. Monique watched as Joline left the room to prepare lunch. She left her room, then walked through the halls to find the Study Hall. She found many books that had maps of the world, the thought of visiting another country was what fascinated her. Monique remembers the many times she'd ask Papa if she can go outside without him or go with him to attend his meetings, but never let her. Now, he's letting Joline take me, she thought to herself. This was the only time, her father would ever think of his little Monique going outside without him there.
She rose Almond to meet her eyes, then spoke with him softly. "Do you think the park will be pretty?" She asked him, but only got a blank stare.
The door thudded with a knock knock. Monique shot her eyes straight for the door, that banged of a guest. Who could that be, she asked herself. She held onto Almond, who was now enclosed in her chest. Joline was in the kitchen, she wouldn't have been able to hear the knock from the door. Monique had looked down the hallway, the knocking still hadn't stopped.
She walked down the hall, with the patter of her feet stepping with each little stride of curiousity. Monique stopped in front of the door, the knocks soon turned to bangs. She stretched her right hand out for the silver door knob that was so close within her reach. Soon she felt it fit in her small hand, then hear the clicks of the door opening.
Monique found straight in front of her, a pair of legs dressed in a dark miss green. As she rose her head up, she met eyes with a young man. He had eyebrows that were thick, blond hair, green eyes and had the miss green uniform as his attire. "Um," he said as he looked down to meet her, shocked to see her instead of France. "Am I at the right address? I'm looking for France." His accent was different, though still understandable. Monique asked in a hush tone, "Why do you want, Papa?"

"Wait," the man paused for the enviroment to be silent. "Who do you mean by, 'Papa?'" The man asked her, Monique clutched Almond tight. "You're asking for Papa France, but, I don't ever remember seeing you. Why do you want to see Papa?" Monique stood there as she watched his every move.

"I'm Britain," he told her as he knelt down to be her heigth. Britain looked at her, from head to toe. She didn't look close enough to be related to France, so she wasn't a new country. But why, on earth was she here, and calling him her father. "Oh bloody hell," he gasped silently. He rose up then rested his head in his hands. "You say..you are..his daughter?" He asked her as he looked into her eyes to see if she was lying, but found no lies with in them.

France had a daughter...and he's kept her away from all the other countries. Deep down Britain knew, France was in for Hell.

Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm happy to finally post this chapter, after many times of using every minute as possible in class to do it. I hope you're all enjoying the story, don't forget to comment, rate or anything else. I will work my hardest to get the next chapter up. And I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes.