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Warning: There is sexual content ahead. Francis Bonnefoy was a man who devoutly believed in the power of true love. As the personification of France, how could he not? He believed in freedom, beauty, truth, and love, especially love. In his many centuries on this earth, he had fallen in love three times, despite the heartache he knew was sure to follow. The first to enter his life had been Jeanne. Jeanne had been an angel, and had stolen is heart before he had even grasped what was happening. She loved her country, but her true love was the Lord. It pained him, being so close to her, and yet so far from her. When England lit her aflame, he

~7 Minutes In Hetalia Heaven~ [Colour; Red] Prussia      You had come to the party alone. Everyone else came in pairs or with a group of friends, but no-one wanted to escort YOU. It hurt on the inside quite deeply, and you were offended to the point where you could cry, but on the outside you acted calm and collected. You pretended like you didn't care and walked to the party on your own and when you got there, you said hello to England, grabbed a drink and sat in a corner where no-one seemed to notice you.      For the first half of the party, you felt like a complete outsider and wondere