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NOTES — ALSO MUST READ TO UNDERSTAND THE STORY ˎˊ˗

✧ HETALIA ˎˊ˗

✧ ANOTHER GERMANY
X READER DAMN WHAT'S
NEW IDK WHY MAN BUT
HE JUST FITS IN ALL THE
PLOTS IDEAS I HAVE  ˎˊ˗

✧ THE SETTINGS OF
THIS ONE-SHOT IS
WORLD WAR TWO 、
THE BEGINNING OF
NAZI OCCUPATION
IN FRANCE ( EXCEPT
PLEASE NOTE THAT
IN REALITY THERE
WASN'T OCCUPATION
IN MARSEILLES THIS
IS ONLY FOR THE SAKE
OF THE STORY ) ˎˊ˗

✧ IMPORTANT — THIS
STORY WILL TALK ABOUT
THE STRUGGLES OF WAR
AND THE OCCUPATION OF
FRANCE BY NAZI GERMANY.
MORE INFORMATION WILL
BE GIVEN AT THE END OF
THE ONE SHOT BUT PLEASE
JUST GOOGLE IT I'M NOT
GONNA HAVE A WHOLE
HISTORY LESSON THAT
MIGHT BE WRONG  ˎˊ˗

✧ KINDA SHORT ??
I DON'T INTEND
ON HAVING THIS
TO BE LONG 。
EDIT — LOL IT'S
OVER 5,000 ˎˊ˗

✧ THIS STORY WAS
INSPIRED BY THE MOVIE
"SUITE FRANÇAISE" ( WHICH
IS A GREAT MOVIE I TOTALLY
RECOMMEND TO WATCH IT MATTHIAS SCHOENAERTS
SLAYED ! ), AND AN ARTICLE
ABOUT A FRENCH WOMAN
AND A GERMAN MAN WHO
FELL IN LOVE DURING THIS
TIME PERIOD ( IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN READING
IT I'LL GIVE YOU THE LINK
!! ), AND FINALLY — RI JEONG
HYEOK AND YOON SERI OF
"CRASH LANDING ON YOU" ˎˊ˗

✧ UNFORTUNATELY NO
JAPANESE + TRANSLATIONS
OF JAPANESE WILL BE
PROVIDED ˎˊ˗

✧ HOWEVER FRENCH + TRANSLATIONS WILL BE
BUT PLEASE NOTE THAT
THOSE MIGHT NOT BE
CORRECT ˎˊ˗

✧ WORD COUNT — 5067 WORDS ˎˊ˗

✧ MOST IMPORTANT — THIS
ONE SHOT DOESN'T FOLLOW
A LOT OF HISTORY CORRECTLY
BC YOUR AUTHOR IS A FUCKING DUMB DUMB AND I APOLOGIZE
BUT AGAIN THIS STORY IS
FICTIONAL ˎˊ˗

✧ HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY !! ˎˊ˗

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｡.      ❝ I PROMISE TO
LOVE YOU IN ANOTHER
LIFETIME ❞      ｡ˎˊ˗
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one day, they'll finally
get to dance again.

one day, draped under a
whole new set of stars and
in a different lifetime, faith
will be kind to them and let
them be in love at last.

one day, they'll waltz
in the sunlight where no
war will separate them.

one day.

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｡.      ❝ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈,
𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 — 1940 ❞      ｡ˎˊ˗
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[ your name ] bonnefoy
couldn't believe what
was happening.

years that pasted by,
german bombs fell like
stars from the skies on
the outskirts of paris
for the first time.

terrified people fled
the city in any way
they could. but deep
into the countryside, the
war still felt far away.

until this morning, when
she was sipping her camomile
tea calmly while she sat near the
lavender garden with her ever so
domineering mother-in-law, to
then instead hearing chopin play,
the dreadful defeat of their beloved
country to nazi germany.

"je suis sans voix. . ."

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❝ 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝑒𝒸𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 ❞
╰ 　　　　　               ╯

tears started to spill from the
colorful irises her husband said
he once loved as hope started to
drain the whole country like red.

after the speech of the loss
of their country, it was rumored
that german regiments were to come
to the suburbs of marseilles. immediately swarming, german soldiers were billeted
to live in the houses posted for them.

only in a matter of hours,
a pair of ocean, blue eyes pierced
through her aching heart at the double,
glass doors of the entrance to where
her and her husband called home.

silk, blonde hair shone in the
bright sun on this dreadful day.
yet, a kind smile grew on his lips
and for one second [ your name ]
thought that it was francis.

"my name is ludwig beilschmidt,"
his big, black boots kissed the
beautiful, indigo carpet with the
intention of politeness when her
mother-in-law thought the opposite.
"thank you for allowing me to stay,
i look forward to living here."

his eyes soon looked at the grandfather
clock that ticked to every second of french time. but, as he changed the hour hand ahead, [ your name ] sensed the heartbreak in her husband's mother, madam claudette bonnefoy, now with every minute their lives were changing because of the war.

"i apologize for the inconvenience,
but we're all to be on german time.
i mustn't be late." he stated and was
soon led to his room by the maid.
after he descended up the grand
staircase, the older woman fell to
her knees and silently held back her
tears for all that she loved and had
was slipping from her grasp.

"to hell if i have live
on german time."
she cursed into
the cold air.

[ your name ] kneed
down to the height of her
mother-in-law. gently
comforting her, she too
couldn't bare but feel
the exact same way.

'if this war didn't happen,
francis would've been here.'

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her eyes that held
the wonders with hues
of magnificence were
closed in peace unlike
the rest of the world.

opening her eyelids slowly, she was
sitting quietly next to the glistening
pond. swans swam and the scent
of lavender and bliss calmed her nerves, however, the married woman couldn't
help but think of the german soldier who
she was ordered to stay clear away
from by her madam claudette.

[ your name ] sat still on the soft
grass, and in her hand held the petite
journal that spoke of the words she
yearned to say to her husband despite
the lack of his current whereabouts.

"bonjour," [ your name ]
let out a gasp in fright when
she was startled by the soothing
voice behind her. looking over
her shoulder with her beige,
angled hat, she chose to stay
silent like a withering rose.

╭ 　　　　 　╮
❝ 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜 ❞
╰ 　　　　　 ╯

"may i ask for your name?" the
german, who had lived amongst
them for the past three months,
sat under the old, willow tree next
her not in a uniform but in a simple
white flannel, dark brown pants,
and in the same polite smile he
had the first time he saw her,
which she didn't return back.

"[ your name ] bonnefoy."
she quietly answered back.
continuing to write the words
of love in her notebook, ludwig's
eyes wander to the gleaming
stream of the pond that put
his mind at ease.

"what a lovely name. . ."
he said with genuineness.
the french girl's cheeks
flushed a light shade of pink
since not even her husband
told her that before.

"it's a v-very common name . ."
she denied his compliment with
a slight shutter. however, he only
hummed in response while he
combed his hand through his
dashing, blonde hair.

"well, you have a very beautiful
house, madam bonnefoy." the charming
soldier spoke out as he admired the
exquisite architect of the estate. it's
diamond chandeliers to it's enchanting gardens, she would agree that the
mansion was truly a work of art.

"it isn't mine," she stated
with almost a laugh. "it belongs
to my mother-in-law."

"ah, you're married?" ludwig finally
saw the elegant, crystallized ring that
she wore around her fourth finger. birds
flew under the light, blue sky as the more
they talked the more the two felt nostalgia
from what they both had before the chaos
and riot that led them to meet.

"yes, he's a soldier for the french
army." [ your name ] saw the clouds
and thought that francis was maybe
looking at the same ones. straightening
her pure, white dress, she turned her
head to the german, and finally gave
a faint smile back. "how about
you? are you married?"

ludwig nodded, but held in his urge
to tell the real truth with what he was about
to say. "oui," he sighed out into the lovely aroma of flowers. "been married for three years, been a soldier for three years."

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❝ 𝓎𝑒𝓈 ❞
╰ 　　　　　 ╯

"she must miss you then." [ your name ] continued to write into the blank pieces
of parchment. the calm air soothed their damaged souls from what they missed
and lost. even if this moment wouldn't
last forever, they lived very bit of it.

the soldier could only deny the angelic,
french girl's statement. "i wouldn't think so." he gazed softly into her [ color name ] eyes.
the comforting air as two people from opposite sides who were suppose to be enemies, found themselves where the flowers bloomed and peace for some time in this war.

one afternoon, a french
lady and a german man
discovered friendship.

one afternoon, she didn't
see cold, murderous eyes
like the rest of them,
she saw galaxies.

one afternoon, he found
out she was seeing black
and white, so he painted
her a clear blue sky.

one afternoon, they fell
down the rabbit hole of the
start of forbidden love.

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classical music vocalized with the
tense atmosphere between madam
claudette and her daughter-in-law
while they ate their dinner.

sitting perfectly straight in
her dark emerald dress, the
lady of the estate pounded her
fists onto the mahogany table
bitterly. fine silverware and
china chattered as [ your name ]
slightly shuttered at the impact.

"why did you marry him?"
the girl was terribly confused
by madam claudette's sudden
behavior towards her.

"was it the land?" her mother-in-law
inquired with such venom in her loud
voice. "your father lost all of his, so he
sent you to look for someone else."

she put down her cup of tea with
a sigh. "my father was dying," her
words reminisced to her youth thinking
about the man that meant so much to her.
"he wanted me to find a good man."

"a wealthy man." madam scoffed
as she ate her roasted chicken.

"what did i do this time?"
[ your name ] simply asked in
a calm tone. madam bonnefoy's
face expressed the anger
towards her son's wife.

tension began to release into the
echoing, dining room. taking another
sip out of her wine glass, the mother-in-law glanced at her daughter-in-law. "i see everything that goes on in this house."

the girl realized what she
was implying; it was the german
soldier. "please, he only asked
to go into the garden," confidence
built up from the pit of her stomach.
"what do you expect me to do? stay
confined in my bedroom?"

"i expect you to be a faithful wife!"
his mother shouted with a cold voice.
[ your name ] couldn't believe what
she was hearing. "faithful?" she questioned
the word with such wonder. "i've been
nothing but faithful to my husband!"

the worried mother couldn't help
but scream all of her heartaches away.
her voice radiated with heat of the war
and the sadness that she might not see
the child she loved and raised ever again.

"THEN HOW COULD
YOU BREATHE,

HOW COULD
YOU SPEAK,

WHEN YOU KNOW
THAT YOU'RE HUSBAND
HAS BEEN HUNTED
DOWN BY THEM?"

"when i see them, i want to
rip their eyes out!" madam
claudette cried out with the
hatred she's held in her lost soul.
her colored red lips formed into
a frown, taking the last drop of
her wine and shattering the glass
onto the polished, marble floors.

seeing all of this folded out,
[ your name ] knew that something
must've happened. taking her mother
-in-law's trembling hands into her own,
she spoke out with a calming voice.

"what's happened?"
her whispers sent
thousands of knives into
the mother's heart.

despair soon clouded
madam claudette's mind with
every thought of her precious son.
"we just heard that francis's unit
is now in a labor camp in germany."

"your husband is a
prisoner of war."

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taking in a deep breathe, the
[ hair color ] haired girl faced to
what was her current conflict. a
white, embroidered door was in
front of her, and she didn't know
what new secrets would lie behind it.

turning the golden door knob to open
to her old room, which was now ludwig's,
a breeze of nostalgia came over her from
the floral wallpapers to the view of
the luscious, lavender garden.

it was just like she had left it.
walking into the quiet space, she
went to her closet and got the
dresses and attires she'd need
for the rest of the week. happily
completed her task, she was
about to head out until something
caught her gaze at the birch desk
where she once sat.

she contemplated whether
she would risk going through
classified german information,
however, the anticipation couldn't
be held and she scanned through
the little pieces of notes with a
shock on her paling face.

'what are these?'

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NOTE FOURTY-FIVE

monsieur alfred jones is a father
of two children and married
to madam jones, but is having an
affair with a woman half his age

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NOTE TWENTY-NINE

monsieur felicianco vargas
and monsieur lovino vargas
stole pasta from monsieur
antonio fernandez's store

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NOTE SEVENTY-ONE

mademoiselle natalia alfroskaya
is heavily infatuated with her older
brother monsieur ivan braginski

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[ your name ] couldn't believe
what she was seeing right before
her very eyes. 'these are all just
rumors!' a distasteful look painted
her face until the door that was once
closed opened and soon all of hell
was about to break lose.

'well, the one about mademoiselle natalia alfroskaya is true but besides that—!'

"hey!" the panic-stricken girl jumped at
the loud, malicious voice that shouted at
her. looking into his ocean, sapphires yet
again, it was ludwig. he gritted his teeth
with a spiteful way that sent shivers down
her spine. "what you do think you're doing?"

"i-i just meant to get my clothes!"
she squealed. looking down to her
ivory heels, she apologized for intruding
into his room, but knew she must say
something about those notes.

feeling less anxious then before, the
married woman fidgeted with the golden
band around her finger. "those notes,"
[ your name ] spoke in almost a whisper.
"what are they?" he held the urge to tell
the angelic, french woman, but couldn't
hold it in with her face covered in such a
worrisome expression. "the people were
waiting to give them to us when we arrive."
"they're all just rumors; people just settling
old scores." the blonde's jaw tightened at
her statement, however he knew that she
was correct and let out a sigh. "i know."

"if i had it my way,
i'd burn them."

at least knowing he acknowledged
the truth, the petrified girl once again apologized for her intrusion before
she then hurried to leave his room.

looking to where she had laid
her couture gowns and garments
in an inhumanly speed, a specific
note was right next to her pile of
clothes. taking the piece of small
paper into her calm hands, she soon
struggled to breathe and soon her
frantic eyes started to form tears.

'this can't be true.'

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NOTE SIXTY-TWO

monsieur francis bonnefoy has
been having an ongoing affair
with monsieur arthur kirkland
even before his marriage to
madam [ your name ] bonnefoy

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the tears that held the happiest
memories with her husband fell on
her rosy cheeks. her heart started
deteriorating with the thought of his
joyful smile that was tattooed to
the back of her mind.

feeling ever so dejected in her entire
life, her world started to stop and all
of her light shined away back into the
growing void of despair. "you knew
about this?" soft sniffles filled the
air while she stood right in front
of him with such a pained face.

"i . . . didn't feel entitled
to tell you. . ." ludwig told the
heartbroken girl with now regret
in his voice. not being able to
look at her directly, the soldier
felt a pang with very second
that pasted as the written
words and agony began
to seep into her.

"[ your name ]?" another voice
called out to the hyperventilating
figure. madam claudette walked
through the door to see her daughter
-in-law glare at her with a rage
of fire that couldn't be stopped
by her overflowing tears.

"you knew, didn't you?!"
she shrieked with the pain and
the fumes that riled her up to be
so infuriated. "did you know that
your perfect son was having an
affair even before we we're
married?! with a man?!"

tossing the crumpled up parchment
onto the desk, she looked to her mother
-in-law and spitted out poison with the
shatters of her heart. "maybe you see
how many of those are about you!!"

making her way up the captivating,
marble staircase to her room, [ your name ] slammed her double doors shut with a cry
into her palm. her felt the ring that he proposed to her on the moonlit night
that she thought would be one of her
happiest moments alive,

but now, it just
made her feel dead.

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in the abyss of midnight, the
warm sunlight was replaced with
the icy air. on the other hand, that
didn't stop ludwig from going out
with a determined face into the
forest with a sack of ugly rumors
in his ashen, hands.

stopping at a deserted area,
his mind could only lead back to
the moment where all of her tears fell
for a man that never loved her. it enraged
him, knowing that she deserved so much
more and he'd give anything to be in
that man's position to love her where
there wasn't riot to separate them.

dumping the told and untold
secrets and covering them in gasoline,
this german soldier didn't care if it was
his duty to collect the information of the citizens of marseilles. he lit a match and
saw the lies and tears go up into flames
where it could never hurt her anymore.

ludwig wasn't sure why he
was doing this, or why he felt
this way towards this french girl.
but, he knew the more he saw her
kindness and beauty, the more he
couldn't help but helplessly
fall in love with her.

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days after hearing about her
husband's affair, the thought alone
haunted her mind and made [ your name ]
feel ever so hollow where there wasn't
enough tears to cry about it anymore.
sitting lonely in the sunroom where
francis and her once laughed, loved,
and felt the sun touch their skin,
the girl was fragile and she
was about to break.

looking out to the beautiful hills
of marseilles from the big, glass
windows, [ your name ] didn't see
the blonde german leaning against
the wooden door frame with the
thought of her in his mind.

"i burned the notes." turning
her head to him, [ your name ] felt
herself being sucked into his vibrant,
blue eyes that she only knew were filled
with such life when others didn't.

her pink lips parted as
she whispered, "thank you."
sitting in the other red, velvet
couch across from her, he gazed
into her pale, peachy skin and
melted at her reassuring smile.

the blonde haired man's heart went
rapid inside as they sat together, admiring
the beauty of marseilles. "our regiment could leave at anytime," ludwig gently spoke out with the flow of the very few memories he had with her, yet they made him have the feeling of true romance, in which he didn't know she felt
the same way. "i didn't want to leave
knowing you hated me."

"i don't hate you." [ your name ]
sighed while she tucked a strand
of her silky, [ hair color ] hair behind
her earlobe that held her exquisite,
ruby earrings.  blushing ever so
slightly as her heart continued
to beat the exact same way he
felt for her, the french woman
wanted this to last forever when
she knew it couldn't.

"then invite me for tea."
he said to her. "your men took
all of our tea." she added once
she felt the danger that they
were both falling in love.

"then a drink." ludwig stood up from
the velvet couch and took her hand into
his. although this may be true, knowing
this was forbidden yet so tempting, their
eyes locked together and soon the world stopped for them at that moment where
all the chaos vanished, and they were
just two simple people in love.

how great that would be if they lived
in another time, another place, where
they'd love each other with no one to stop them? "what if we get caught?" the german cupped her rosy cheek lovingly, and although the feelings they felt each other might never be said out loud, in their hearts the two knew
it and nothing could ever change that.

"please, just one drink."
how could she resist? pressing
his forehead against hers,
they realized, this was love.

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their hearts only beat for one another
under the twilight sky while symphonies
played to every step that kissed the marble floors. taking her soft hand into his blood stained ones, they lightly waltzed to the music and forgot that their troubles existed.

❝ 𝒸'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒹'𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 、
𝓆𝓊'𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇𝑔𝓈 。❞

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❝𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓏
𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 、𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑒
𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒷𝓊𝓇𝒷𝓈❞
╰ 　　　　　                        ╯

"ludwig. . ." he brought her and
spun the beautiful, french woman
into an embrace. "promise me that
there is more than one lifetime."

❝ 𝒸'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 、𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒸𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓈𝑒 、𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓁'𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 。❞

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❝ 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 、
𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈 、
𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ❞
╰ 　　　　　                              ╯

tears threatened to fall from her
[ eye color ] irises, because she knew
they were falling deeply in love, when
it was forbidden. the sunroom floor
glittered brilliantly under the glowing
light of the chandelier as they danced
and danced until death do them part.

"promise me we'll
meet again, in another
time, another place."

❝ 𝓁𝓁 𝓎 𝒶 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓊𝓃 𝒸œ𝓊𝓇 𝓆𝓊𝒾
𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓇𝑒 𝒸œ𝓊𝓇 。❞

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❝ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶
𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔
𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 ❞
╰ 　　　　　                                   ╯

"let us love each other then the
way we should've loved now, because
i cant bear to spend another lifetime
missing a piece of my heart."

gliding across the floor where they
danced, the two in love didn't know
that the dance was sadly coming to an
end. she smiles, he laughs, as they
talk in the way friends do.

❝ 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 、𝓊𝓃𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 、
𝒸'𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒹'𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓇 。❞

╭ 　　　　 　                    ╮
❝ 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈、 𝒶
𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 、𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒
𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓉𝓏 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 ❞
╰ 　　　　　                        ╯

looking at her with such adoration,
he kissed her with all the love the
world could ask for. as if it was their
last breath, this magical moment
will stay with them for eternity.

"i promise,
[ your name ]."

they may never know the next
time when they'll finally get to
dance again, but one day their
souls will meet once upon a time.

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.         ✦       ˎ                 ˊ             ｡
｡.      ❝ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓈,
𝒻𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 — 1944 ❞      ｡ˎˊ˗
✧         ˊ        ｡
              ✧            ✦

it was finally over. france was
free from german occupation and
the whole country was crying of
joy from paris to marseilles to lille
and to very inch of french land.

sitting alone on the porch with a
cup of tea in her hand, the angelic
girl still couldn't believe how so much
had happened in the past four years of
chaos and the spilling of innocent blood.

the bonnefoy estate was now hers
when death didn't spare her loved
mother-in-law. having no one else
to give it to, madam claudette gave
her property to [ your name ].

the scent of flowers she inhaled again that made her reminisce about the german soldier she loved, and still loves til this day. her heart beats for his blonde, silk hair and his ocean, blue eyes she saw the first day they met.

however, in the distance behind the
green hills of suburban marseilles, on
the stoned pathway a white haired figure walked towards the mansion that held
so many good and bad memories.

[ danny phantom lol? ]

standing up calmly, her baby
blue dress and white laced parasol
blew gently by the soft breeze. the albino
man tilted his hat with an ebony glove,
and kissed her ivory toned hand as
a gesture of kindness.

"greetings mademoiselle bonnefoy,"
his royal, purple irises captivated
her. "i am gilbert beilschmidt."

the french woman couldn't hold
the urge to smile brightly like the
sun once she heard his name. "ah yes,
ludwig's brother?" the prussian man
send a warm smile back to her. "yes,
i've come far to deliver a letter for you."

her heart was beating rapidly
to every second, was it a letter from
ludwig? "a letter? oh please! come
inside and rest, i'll have the maid
make us some dinner."

"that's very kind of you,
mademoiselle. but unfortunately,
i won't be able to stay. i have to catch
a train go to austria to meet roderich,
who i'm sure ludwig talked about?"

"oh yes, ludwig did speak
about him." she remembered
about the austrian brother who
married a hungarian woman and
became a music composer.

"but, that's a shame," the girl
somewhat disappointed that she
wouldn't get to know the person
that ludwig always talked about
before he left. "but please, do
call me [ your name ]."

"why of course, [ your name ]."
gilbert said to the woman his little
brother had loved so much. the blonde's sayings were speaking the truth, she really
was beautiful and kind. grabbing the letter
out of his pocket, he saw sparkles in her
eyes once she saw it. 'they really must've
been truly in love.' he thought.

her fingers traced the plain envelope
with love and wonder, thinking about
what words were written by the man she
loves. "thank you!" the french woman exclaimed to his older brother. he walked
down the the stoned pathway, turning back
to bid adieu, gilbert felt sorrowful in what contained inside that letter, but held a
happy face to the overjoyed girl.

for four years, she had hoped
something or maybe even him
would come back, but none of the
less tears poured in joy when she
knew the letter was from him.

opening the grand door that
he once came through the first
time they met, she ran through
the luxurious hallways of the
estate and got to the garden
him and her once were.

laying down on the spring time
grass while the air smelled of the same
lilacs and chrysanthemums that he
knew and saw, she opened the letter
without no hesitation, but her heart
wasn't ready for it was about it read.

_______________________________

TO MY DEAREST LOVE,
[ YOUR NAME ] BONNEFOY,

how are you? i wish to have seen
you to minute i had left marseilles,
but i hope that you're doing well. i've
missed you dearly, and how i yearn
to meet you again, it is simply not
possible under this set of stars.
if you've received this letter by
my older brother gilbert, i have
unfortunately pasted away. but,
even if i am to die and never set
foot on the earth that holds precious
you, i will still keep my promise that
in another lifetime we will met again
and love one another in the ways
couldn't have done in this place and
this time. on the rest of the years
i've lived with after meeting you,
my heart has only beaten for you,
and only you to the last heartbeat.
please do not cry, because one day we'll
finally meet again where i can embrace
you with all the love a man can offer.
i love you, [ your name ] bonnefoy.

LOVE, LUDWIG BEILSCEIDT

_______________________________

taking a deep breath into the
world that no longer held him,
she had tears running down her
red hue cheeks, yet, a smile painted
her lips as she clutched onto the letter.
'he'll keep our promise.' and that
was than enough for her.

her sobs were uncontrollable.
with every teardrop was a piece
of her breaking, however, she
knew in the back of her mind
that one day they'll be reunited.

looking up to the sun setting
sky while colors mixed with all
the shades of blues just like his
eyes, she whispered, hoping he
maybe could hear her to say
the words she never could
say to him alive.

"i love you."

✧        ˎ
.         ✦       ˎ                 ˊ             ｡
｡. ❝ 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓉𝒽𝑒
𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈
𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 ❞｡ˎˊ˗
✧         ˊ        ｡
              ✧            ✦

opening her eyes to
see the sun, there she was,
in the garden were it once
was him and her and she
didn't know that moment would
enchant her for a lifetime.

the garden looked same as it was
on that summer day in 1940. her
heart was burning with delight and
a little fear when she realized she was
in the same form, same white dress,
and in same beige hat she wore on
the day it was only ludwig beilschmidt
and [ your name ] bonnefoy.

until the birds flew and the
old willow tree's leaves blew
with the flowers, there he was.

he was smiling, same blonde
hair and blue eyes that she fell in
love with. hearing his voice calling
out to her, [ your name ] didn't
hesitate as he bowed down to lift
her up in his arms.

although they promised to love
one another in a different time and a
different place, faith was kind, and let
them have a moment to themselves where finally, they could be in love at last.

she was in his arms,
where they could finally
dance again; back in
the place where the
lavenders grew.

˗ˏˋ THE END ˎˊ˗