France X England Hetalia Novels & Stories

This is not to alarm you but I'm trying to give you reasons although no reason will ever be able to explain why I can't be there taking responsibility. The King of France has decided to hand us an alliance. They have many well trained men for war and necessary war ammunitions in conclusion France is a big enough country/Kingdom to take Germany and Greece down. To make this alliance stronger than ever, The King of France requests of me to marry his daughter... Princess Amelia.

I smiled and hugged him tightly. “Because you’re special and cute.” “Am I more special and cute than Daddy?” France asked, looking at me intently. Fabian immediately covered his son’s mouth and told him to be quiet if he didn’t want to spend a week without gadgets. France pulled his hand away and looked at Fabian. “It’s okay! I always play with Mommy. I don’t play with gadgets anymore!” France stuck out his tongue and hugged me again. I just laughed and wrapped my arms around him once more.

(Queen Duchess Angela Weinstein) “Well..that is given…it was the first time in the History of Fantasma and central continent…that a lot of small nation has successfully come together to make a successful alliance with an apparent result to be shown…and we all know…the Empire is known to hate such things….The only thing to wait now…is how, Aeternum would react to these…”.(Grand City Lord Meerkat Jackal)

He said out loud. He could hear little whines in his head. His wolf got too impatient, and the transformation took them both by surprise. « Now, if you could calm the fu. ck down and let me use my hands. Maybe I could get a name? » The whines continued, but he saw his claws retracted, hiding the proof of the monster's existence in him. He released an exasperated sigh and read the pieces of information. He frowned as the first thing he saw was « République Française » (French Republic*).

“Moreover… what?” “Our allied country, the Chartruxe Kingdom, has not confirmed their participation. They only answered with a positive impression, but did not provide any certainty that they would participate. They just agreed to provide their weapons technology.” “Ah, that? You don't need to worry about that. As we speak now, the cooperation offer letter is on its way to the Drachentia Kingdom, not Chartruxe.” I gasped. “Drachentia? Just why did you send it there?! They are a kingdom with dragon blood and hate werewolves, so why?!”

That right there should be enough to convince them. She knew Louis would be on board and that meant Austria was on board as well thanks to his wife. Tomorrow would be the coronation and they would be crowned king and queen and the day after that, negotiations would be held about alliances. They needed a better ally. Then she thought of something crazy. "We are going up against England. What are the chances of America joining us?" "You can't be serious?" "I am, though. We or France should reach out to them." "Write it to Louis and see what he says about it."

It's still going to take some getting used to, every now and then he'd bring up a memory I don't know. Some are happy and some are sad; it's saddening but I won't let that ruin this moment right now. "Come on, you know I have the memory of a two month old. What's this flamish that you speak of? Is it even a word?" I raise an eyebrow, he smiles and steps back taking me with him. "Not really, we made it up when we were fifteen. F.L.A.M.I.S.H; France, Liberia, Andorra, Malaysia, Ireland, Seychelles and Hong Kong," I stare at him for a moment, allowing the words to register in my mind.

But France was at war with England and Paris no longer the playground of the rich. Initially stunned that he would know enough to come close to the truth, Margaret quickly realized the source of his knowledge. A spark of amusement danced in her eyes. She smiled and answered readily, "I assure you we did not run away to Brussels instead of New York." "Oh, I wasn't afraid of that!" retorted Felix, perfectly willing to indulge in plain speaking. "If you'd been I Brussels, I'd have heard of it." "Oh?" Margaret turned a fascinated gaze on him.

Sure you would. -Insurance. It is the country of love after all. Impossible not to like it. I already hate her . Gael puts his hand on mine again. "You said it, queen, the country of love." He approaches to kiss my cheek. Here you will be conquered by anything and anyone. I understand the hint you're offering me and I hate the attributions you take to get so close to me, and touch me like that, without permission. —France is not called the country of love. The city of Paris is,” Delia clarifies. She bites into her meat and looks at me. A look that I try to understand.

“We both did, tesoro. Now France is ours too.” The talks had dragged, but the deal was ironclad. As Henri’s car sped toward Verona’s airport, Dante and I retreated to the study’s couch, his arm around me. “France is a big move,” he said, voice low. “You sure about this, principessa?” I nodded, leaning into him. “Henri’s hungry for power, but he’s smart. This alliance gives us a foothold abroad, and those earpieces? They’ll keep him loyal. For now.”