hetalia | [Fanfic] France/Jeanne

Title: Tentative Title: Paper Lilies - Preview (if I never finish consider it a one-shot)
Author:

krayonela (have posted before but that was an eternity ago XD )
Character: Francis/Jeanne (AU)
Rating: G
Warnings: I'm not a writer, so please don't expect much.. Should be sad but not much ~~yet~~, very short.. ~~abuse of French terms of endearment,~~ Also, alternative universe \o/
Preview:

“You are sick, Francis. You don’t have to do anything aside from get well. I can manage this much.” She dropped the bags onto the table and wiped the sweat off her brow with a lacy handkerchief, a small sigh escaping her delicate lips. “It’s so stuffy in here, why didn’t the nurses draw the curtains?”

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Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them. -Dion Boucicault

“Good morning,” she chimed as the door shut behind her, a silent click that hung in the silent room. Her arms were full of brown paper bags, rumpled from being jostled around much too often and torn at the edges, her things from work stuffed in a knapsack that was worn around the seams. There was a thin sweat on her brow though she was smiling as if the effort did not bother her. Her smile no different from yesterday’s or any other smile she had ever offered.

The person in the bed stirred from the covers and sat up upon hearing her voice, wincing when he felt the tug of the needle on his arm as he moved. The room was dim, the light of late morning peeking in from between the cracks in the curtains. The color of the flowers on his bedside seemed to dull as she approached, as if she were bringing with her the very things he missed from the outside world in the tawny gold of her hair and in her smile. But whenever she was around everything else he yearned from the outside, flowers and sunshine and warmth, everything, would fade in comparison and there was only her.

His dear sweet Jeanne. Of course there would be nothing but her.

“Good morning, Jeanne. Let me help you with that, mon cher,” Francis offered moving to get up off the stiff bed and the mass of pillows that weighed him down into the sheets. He could feel the creak of his bones and how his muscles strained with the effort of lifting his body as he tried to swing his legs off the side of the bed. Since when did the floor suddenly get so far?

“No, you stay put,” she laughed as she chastised him gently, swiftly moving to the small table by the window, the clack of her shoes sounding against the empty noise of the air conditioning. “You are sick, Francis. You don’t have to do anything aside from get well. I can manage this much.” She dropped the bags onto the table and wiped the sweat off her brow with a lacy handkerchief, a small sigh escaping her delicate lips. “It’s so stuffy in here, why didn’t the nurses draw the curtains?”

“Jeanne, I may be sick, but I am not an invalid,” he attempted at a joke but there was an empty silence that followed as she averted her eyes and a twinge of hurt gracing her features.

“I… I did not mean it that way,” she said in a small voice.

You are worrying her again. He sighed and drew his feet back into beddings, “I just woke up a while ago, and the nurses didn’t want to wake me when they came in to leave my medicine.”

Somewhat satisfied with his answer she turned her back to him and walked back towards the windows. Francis slumped back into the bed, sinking into the pile of pillows, and looked fondly at the girl as she pulled open the heavy white curtains letting in the golden sunlight.

“There we go.” She turned to him and smiled softly, dispelling whatever other emotion that threatened to brim over the top. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Uh-uh,” he shook his head. Some of his hair came loose from where it was tied at the back of his head. The color of his locks were looking less faded than it did the day before and this made Jeanne feel less uneasy.

“Are you up for anything with more flavour today or are fruits just fine?”

“I’ll go with the fruit,” he smiled back at her.

She rummaged around in the paper bags and pulled out two apples and a sandwich wrapped in thin clear plastic. She arranged everything onto a paper plate and then dug into her belongings and pulled out a small pocket knife. She pulled the chair from the corner of the room towards the bed and sat down, the plate placed delicately on the covers between them.

“So, what book are we onto today, ma chérie?” she asked clicking open the pocket knife and with a deft hand started to peel and cut one of the apples into smaller pieces.

He studied her for a moment, watching how her fingers moved over the fruit and how the light flashed against the blade of her knife and on her hair and on her eyes. As she set down the peels on one side of the plate he took her hand, so small and delicate in his, and kissed the thin silver band on her finger.

“No story books today, Jeanne,” he murmured into her palm placing several light pecks on her fingers and wrist breathing in the faint smell of her perfume. Lilies. “I want to hear about you. How your work is, how you are feeling today.” He smiled keeping her hand close to his lips.

She stared blankly at him for a moment, and then a wave of surprise and a light blush colored her cheeks. Slowly Jeanne clicked her knife closed and put it down on the table beside the bed. She gave him another one of her sunny smiles and tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“Alright, we’ll talk about anything you want to today.” Suddenly she picked up a piece of fruit and shoved it into his mouth. She then leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips. “But first you have to eat and take your medicine, mon amour.”

He smiled back at her and licked his lips, the fruit bulging in his cheek. He chewed slowly, the crunching of the fruit slowly disappearing and he swallowed, the taste of the apple slightly bland on his dry mouth. “Of course, ma petite,” he said when he was finished.

Francis took another piece of fruit and popped it into his mouth. His chewing was weak but at least he was capable of eating something solid again, though he preferred the taste of Jeanne’s lips against his to any kind of food any day.

“So tell me, how are your students doing?”

She picked up her sandwich, unwrapped it and bit down with a smile taking her time chewing and swallowing. “They are full of energy as ever, I can barely manage to get them to calm down during break time. Though running around after them all day is fine with me, it gets tiring. Just this morning I had to climb the tree out in the back to get Giselle and Leone to come down.” There was a sigh at the end but it was one of fondness rather than of exasperation.

“Ah, but you are always so wonderful with the children and that is why they have so much fun at the all day,” he said raising a hand to stoke her cheek.

Her smile dropped slowly and she grew silent for a moment, just looking down at her plate. Her hand was calm as she placed the sandwich on the plate. Her eyes looked watery against the light and she blinked like she was biting back whatever was threatening to spill out.

“They wanted to see you today, Francis.” Her voice was light and he had to strain to hear her. Though he wasn’t sure if it was in his mind that he heard her pitch falter at his name.

The corners of his mouth pulled down momentarily. He took another piece of fruit from the plate and put it in his mouth, this time he attempted to chew with more vigor. With his left hand he lifted her face to meet his gaze. “Tell them that I miss them and that I will be back as soon as I can. I am getting better each day, Jeanne,” he nearly choked out the words but he pressed on. “Of course I will be able to come back and visit you all soon. Trust me, alright?”

She lifted her head and nodded slowly, as if not thoroughly convinced, but she smiled nonetheless. It didn’t matter to her if he could see the start of tears forming at the edges of her eyes.

“Now, finish your food and smile. You still have a long afternoon ahead of you. Tell me again, when did Tonio and Gil say they were visiting next?”

Their conversation went on as it would on any day until the time came Jeanne had to pack up leave for her afternoon classes, leaving him with some books he knew he would keep putting off to read, just so she would offer to read it out to him, and food gifts from their friends he knew he could neither eat nor enjoy.

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Note:
FIRST OF ALL, I'm sorry. Not a writer so I'm sorry if it's not up to par.. I prefer drawing.. ;___;
Might or might not finish. This isn't everything I've written to date.. just the first bit (it's currently 12 pages long ~~how come I never write for school like this)~~.
Never really seen a lot of fics where Jeanne interacts with Francis at a length, it's usually him and her memory, flashbacks, things like that.. so yeah..
Also you can tell I'm procrastinating my studying. Oh well, I want to continue this but I'm sort of stumped right now for scenes. XD
Oh well, will post if I ever finish.. >.>;;;

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Ee! I don't want to sound pushy and force you into anything, but if you decide to write more for this, I'd love it so much!

Francis/Jeanne is one of my beloved pairings; I adore it! And, I love alternate universes, so you practically just combined two of the greatest things! I thing your writing is splendid, by the way! Simple, yet with an appropriate amount of description! I love the general idea of the plot, too, so it'd be wonderful to see it continued~~
_{You could turn this into a real good tear-jerker, or something that has someone grinning ear to ear if you tried ;D <3.}

First of all, thank you so much for your lovely comment! It really made my day. :'D

Not at all, I'm trying hard to finish this as well because I really liked the concept from the start.
Yes! Francis/Jeanne ties with PruHun as my OTPs so I love seeing and making stuff for them.
Thank you! Sometimes I just feel really stumped when I write and the words don't come out well _{English is my second language so it doesn't come that naturally to me} but I'm really glad you liked how it turned out.
I'll try my best to continue/finish this piece. :)
Thanks so much again!

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Hello! :'D That's good to hear. _{I really don't post much here as well, I prefer our local comm since I feel more at ease there.}

I'm so happy you enjoyed it!! ;u;
I know what you mean. I think I've swept the whole of ff.net, da and pixiv and things usually just mention Jeanne. D':
Anyway, thank you so much~ I'll do my best to continue this story. :'3

XD
My DA is http://krayonela.deviantart.com . My pixiv.. It's bare, apart from a few APH pieces, but they're all on DA as well. :)

Aww, thanks so much. :)

I love love love France/Jeanne, so I hope there is more! :D

Thank you so much! I'm working on finishing this :)

I loved it please continue,it's making me feel all warm inside. This kind of adorable fluff is what I miss in most France/Jeanne fics.

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