Knocking on the door, you waited patiently outside the ginormous home just examining the white around you. The paint was old and chipping slightly around the edges of the door and there were cracks in the cement below your feet.
One of the maids opened the door, smiling when she saw you standing there staring blankly towards your feet. "Mademoiselle _____________. 'ow are you today?"
"Bonjour Madame Picot. Is Francis home?"
Her face fell suddenly, as if you were here for other means of business. "I'm sorry, but Monsieur François doesn't want to see anyone at ze moment."
"Please let me see him," you nearly pleaded. "He's been off and I know it. He refused to even talk during the last word meeting and I'm getting really worried about him."
"I'm sorry, but I'm just following 'is orders." She replied softly, brushing some of her long, light brown hair from her face. "If you'll excuse-"
"Madame Evony!" Someone cried from another part of the house,"let 'er in! I would like to talk wis 'er."
"I'll bring 'er up zen!" She cried into the house before looking towards you with golden eyes shimmering with worry. "'e's been upset for days now...'e never shows it zough...'e smiles and tells me 'e's 'appy but..."
She allowed you to enter and brought you up the stairs of the beautiful home. So open and bright, skylights and dual staircases. When you made it to the Frenchman's room, you took a breath before entering.
What you expected was a man laying beneath the sheets upset and refusing to be shown in the darkness. When you opened the door though, France's bed was empty, the windows were opened and he was sitting outside with a cup of something in his hands.
He turned around, his eyes so bright and vibrantly shinning. "Why don't you come out 'ere and sit wis me...?"
Silently, you shut the door behind you and walked out to the balcony of his home, looking out towards the water while a cool breeze hit your face gently,"I don't want the façade Francis..." You murmured softly, sitting beside him.
"What façade...?" He said with a hollow smile. "I'm perfectly fine."
Sighing, you sat up straight and looked towards him. "France. Don't lie to me because I know you're upset. Please, the door is shut and no one can hear us up here."
His head turned away but he stayed silent, looking out into nothingness in front of him. When he turned his head back, there were tears streaming down your face. You leaned over to brush them away but he swatted it away, brushing them off himself. "That breeze is enough to bring tears to your eyes..."
"Francis..." You whispered with pain lacing your voice. Cupping his face and brushing the tears, you looked softly upon him. "You don't need to be strong...I know how much pain your feeling..."
"Pain...?" He stated simply before you threw your arms around his neck, bringing his chin onto your shoulder. "Mon cher...it hurts..."
"I know..." You muttered back, hugging him tighter. "I know it hurts..."
You could feel the tears dropping onto your shirt now. "It's not that I 'ate my people...or anything of the sort...I envy them..."
"We are allowed to feel envy."
"They can live 'appy lives, start families..." He sniffled. "But we 'ave to live wis war...death and suffering..."
"But there's always happiness Francis." You said with a sad smile. "What about Canada and Seychelles...? You're children...they love you...all of us love you. We all feel the same pain you do Francis..."
He nodded, pulling his face away from your shirt. "Sorry...I lost it for a bit."
Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "It's okay...we are countries. We're condemned to immortality but you're not alone."
Smiling back towards you, he leaned forward and burrowed his face in your chest once more. A sigh escaped your lips as a sob escaped his once more. You began to brush his beautiful blond hair carefully to the tips, not bothering to calm him.
Your head slowly lowered on his shoulder as well, tears streaming down your face as well. Both of you just held tightly to one another as you cried out your problems.