~Flowers for Joan~ (Hetalia France Fanfiction)

France because of his King's was always kept isolated from the outside world, but one venture beyond the wall and an encounter of a famous archer boy with pretty green eyes allows him to stand up for himself. His king has always miss used the meaning of God to control his subjects, even him, and for a long time France believed that nothing good came in believing in God, until he met "her". The beautiful and valiant Joan of Arch. A tragic love story unfolds during the battle to reclaim the French thrown. Does God truly desire such a cruel fate for them?

When countries are stressed or their emotions run wild they can transform into their spirit. It's a power or ability to control the things around them, almost like a defense mechanism.

Note: This is part of a series that I titled "Welcome to the Black Parade". It was a collection of Hetalia short stories with the same occurring theme, but now I've decided to separate them since they became really long.