Drabble - What France wants
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: France. No shippings. Just France because France needs no one else bECAUSE HE IS A GREAT CHARACTER.
Summary: France, in different periods of time and what he currently wants. Historical mentions and inspiration. I didn’t went into much details, so it’s very loose. Periods of time should be obvious by reading.
Warnings: English is not my first language, so pardon my errors, I tried. IF READING, PLEASE, PLEASE SCROLL DOWN AFTER CLICKING ON READ MORE UNTIL IT APPEARS. My theme acts weird with long posts. SO DON’T FORGET TO SCROLL DOWN.
For aphfrweek, even though I’m almost too late.
What France wants the most is to be big.
He is still a “nation in construction”, as one could say. Many influences, from various tribes came from each side, coming with each invasion. It was hard to call anyone “his” people, even though he personally got along well with most of the groups. His territories were in expansion - which excited the young nation. He didn’t know how it was to be big - like Roman Empire was -, he didn’t know what the future could be reserving for him.
All he knew was that he was eager to discover all this. Eager to one day be as big as Roman Empire, or even bigger! Who knows? Each new thing excited his young heart, full of dreams and new perspectives.
He was like any normal child at that time. A curious child, who wanted to grow up fast and become an adult.
He didn’t know yet, though, that becoming an adult came up with big responsibilities - and being a big country meant having more weight in your shoulders than one would think possible to bear.
What France wants the most is getting back to land.
He honestly doesn’t know how he got there, watching with boredom his drunk crew fighting. He was not made for piracy. Had no interest on it.
And yet, his boss thought it would be good that he explored this area as well. Just like England. Well, fuck England. He didn’t want to be like that crétin. He acted like a sanguinary animal in the sea - not that it was too far from the truth. France knew so well what England was capable of.
It was not like France didn’t enjoy adventures. He did! He would love to travel through the sea and explore the new lands everyone was talking about! But the life style of a pirate didn’t fit him. Maybe that was why his expensive and adorned blue clothes stood out so much when compared to the whole crew. It was so easy to anyone to pin point what was wrong in the scene - and it was the captain, no one less.
But he wouldn’t be defeated by that. France was a potency. He wouldn’t give up so easily.
If he had to deal all with this filthiness and violence... It was no news, anyway.
What France wants the most is hard to explain right now.
Many things had been changing lately. France usually liked changes.
He had never seen his people this way. He never even dreamt about anything like that - everything seemed to be changing so fast, in the eyes of someone who had lived for centuries.
There was down sides though. As much as he liked the agitation of having people in the streets fighting for what they believed, there were deaths, his people getting hurt. And it hurt him as well. He didn’t know yet how it was going to end or how he felt about all this but he preferred to keep thinking positive. Whatever was going to be the future, it was going to be better.
He wondered how that would be called by historians later - A revolution? The French Revolution?
That sounds like a fitting name.
What France wants the most...
He looks around. Another meeting, all the most powerful nations reunited. They’re fighting, but he doesn’t bother to know whom or what is the subject. It was always the same old things, the same old problems.
A tired sigh as he fixes a lock of hair behind his ear.
If there was one thing France had learnt all this years was that there was never a period of time where everything was perfect. There was always problems to deal with. And when they thought one was solved... Others appeared. Sometimes, it even started because of a tentative to fix things. Such a crazy world, isn’t it?
There was times in which he wondered if they were useless. The nations itself. Maybe they were. But, then, why would they exist?
A small smile appeared in his lips, despite his apparently sad thoughts.
All in all, he considered that he was, somehow, better than his past selves. He was more mature. Learnt more things. Was still prone to make the same mistakes but... All in all, he conquered as many good things as any disasters that happened. There was no use in wondering if one day there won’t be problems in the world, that was probably impossible, anyway. Maybe that was what made life interesting. Challenges.
He leaned back in his chair, shutting his eyes, the noises of the argue nearby making some sort of background noise to his thoughts.
And maybe peace was an abstract concept and many would argue about how he could be talking about peace with the conflicts in the middle east, the crisis, the fact he was now a potency in decay, all the internal problems needing to be solved.
But right now, thinking about his past and all that he lived, France felt in peace with himself.
And that was enough for now.
