Is it my time?
Here comes the pain ...
All over Paris, I'm abandoning myself
and I take flight, fly, fly, fly, fly, fly
Nothing but hope ...
On this path in your absence
I'm well in hell, without you my life is but a setting that shines, void of meaning
I move the sky, the day, the night
I dance in the wind or rain
A bit of love , a trifle of honey
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance

~Derniére Danse, Indila

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France, the poor France is slowly fading. It's England's last chance to see him, but.... Where is he)

France P.O.V

The pain, the pain is unbearable. I can't stand it, but I want to see Angleterre one more time. I feel it, its back, I'm crying, it's too much. But worth it when I hear him, them.

America: Dude what are we doing here

England: wait till we get there America

Canada lightly squeezes my hand. A little, weak smile forms when I see Angleterre. America looks at me in shock.

America: F-france

France:*smiles weakly*

Canada:*gets up and brings America to another room"

England:* goes to France and drops to his knees* Francis......

France: Bonjour l'Angleterre

England:*hugs and starts crying* why......

France: Angleterre, because I ha- *coughs roughly*

England:*hugs him tighter *

France: Je t'aime Angleterre

England: I-i love you too

Everything went dark. I'm confused. What happened. I hear screams, Angleterre's specifically. When the others came be acted as if he didn't care, and called America a "Wanker". I wanted to laugh but I Can't. I know realize. My time has come. Thank you Seigneur for letting me see him before I faded.

A\N: thank you so much for over 100 reads I love you guys so much. And thank you @ArtistocraticLilGirl for everything she has done you are amazing. OK so BAI!