The Cursed Ones - A Hetalia Saga

Rideau

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Who shall this lovely lady be, who is sweeping through the pastures?

I tried my best to keep myself hidden behind the fences of the farm, peaking out only slightly to see the beauty. But I could not speak to her; how should I speak?

We met on a coincidental day. I already had some business with the King that day, and I was on my way back to my little house on the hills, only to bump into someone. She had carried apples toward her house, and they toppled over once we made eye contact.

The world stopped right there.

Something in my heart drew me to this girl. Her eyes of sea blue, and her hair of corn-yellow. Her slightly sun-kissed face was also flawed with perfect red bumps, her lips as pink as her face.

She was beautiful.

Come on, Bonnefoy!

I scolded myself in my mind.

You talked to maidens before! Why can't you talk to this one?

"Aye, me…"

I hid once more, even deeper in the fence as the girl now spoke. I swear, she sounded like an angel.

"A boy like this cannot be as sweet. Your father despises such chivalrous fellows. Catherine is expected to marry by her 23rd summer. And Pierre hates when boys travel for your hand…"

I felt my heart sink slightly, my eyes traveling up to where she sat on a barrel and looked up at the moon.

"Am I a fool to fancy a boy so soon? I am in my 15th year, and my mind has not been kind. I hear voices as I sleep. An awkward girl I am, who girls her age whisper about on the street. A mayor's daughter, who speaks to angels."

Speaks to angels? I wouldn't be so surprised. Speak again, sweet angel!

She got up and began to place her broom down.

"... I know not his name. Yet, I feel I've known him for a lifetime. Is this what love does to foolish hearts? That it takes them under it's wing and makes them incredibly dumb? If so... I take this willingly."

She had such a smile on her face. And the subtle laugh that left her lips... It was sweeter than all the lyres and harps in all of France!

"Oh, I am yours, good sir! Remove all that this world has deemed you, and take me into your heart!"

"-Then I shall do so!"

What was I doing?!

My passion seemed to take over me as I finally made myself known to the girl. Turning in my direction with haste, she seemed to panic as she began to leave.

"Non, non lady! Please, do stay but a little!"

"Who are you to come to our farm at such a late hour?"

Don't say anything stupid. Don't say anything stupid…

"Who are you to describe me so profoundly?"

... Merde.

She raised an eyebrow, slowly coming towards me - God, she's coming towards me - with interest.

"Have we not met before? At a previous hour?"

I played with my ever-sweating hands, biting my lip lightly.

"Oh, but we have mademoiselle! I so carelessly bumped into you, and made you drop those ripened apples."

"Oh, so, you heard…"

"Indeed, I did."

Nothing but silence filled us. Her face turned redder, as her eyes filled with dew.

"I believe I should leave…"

"Please stay but a little!"

"But you have heard my unnatural and embarassing oath!"

I bit my bottom lip, reaching my hand to gently touch hers without frightening her.

"... You say this as if I will not share the same oath."

Our eyes locked for a while, her hand covering her mouth. I had no clue what I was saying - but by the stars, I went with it.

"If you will have me, unnamed lady, I would like to take you into my heart."

The smile on her face was one that I'd never forget, for years to come.

"... Oui."