Acadia is Gone [France x Reader]

You weren't a nation. You were definitely not a micronation, but you were his. He had discovered this beautiful land which would in time be called Canada. This land was inhabited by two people at the time, a young and up in coming Canada who took up a small portion Western area. As well as a pretty mature lady named Acadia who had Eastern control.

After the British had chased you out of your home country of France. You and a few others found this new land and decided to stay. You weren't originally a representative of Acadia, but you grew to be a leader of the people; and eventually became immortal and a representative of Acadia.

A little while after France came to the new land , where he found you inhabiting the Eastern front of the new land. He was happy to see that the French had founded the land first. The Frenchman took you under his wing and eventually the two of you joined up and created New France.

Although during your time before France came, your language had slightly change. You and France did indeed have some problems communicating with each other; but you two could always work it out in the end. You also had fallen deeply for France, his charm and good looks blew you away. Except you never did have the nerve to tell him your true feelings. He was a lady's man, sadly not your man.

At this moment you were in Port-Royal, the capital of the colony you represented. Sadly this beautiful day would haunt you forever, and lead to a devastating chain of events; eventually leading to the end of Acadia.

At this exact time England had been in Virginia, and he wanted what France had. Land. The Brit and Frenchman always had a hatred to each other, and England knew that taking his land would add insult to injury. Since Virginia was located near the East coast, England decided to attack Acadia and hopefully take over the land.

You nor France saw England's attack coming. Sadly, you weren't prepared for it either. When England arrived he sacked every building sending your people to flee. He had completely wiped out the Habitation, leaving you with an ugly scar from the battle.

The scar ran from your collar bone to just below your ribcage. You and England had fought head on at Port-Royal, his sword had left the nasty mark. He had hopes of leaving you there to die as he killed off the rest of your people. You sat there on the cold ground the scar bleeding profusely leaving behind scarlet streaks on the once green grass. You sat there on the brink of death, you could hear the clashing of swords and the screams of people which brought tears to your eyes.

"Mon cher, what happened?" you heard a worried voice yell.

You turned your head slightly to see the familiar blonde Frenchman running towards you. He fell to his knees by your side holding your hand tightly. You noticed tears begin to form in his now dull blue eyes.

"E-England, he came," you muttered weakly.

"He did this to you?" France asked, anger rising in his voice.

"Y-Yes, he wanted the land." you cried, France immediately brought his hand to your cheek to wipe the tears away. "But I didn't back down. He lost but he killed so many of my people."

"Sh, mon cher. Don't cry, everything will be alright." France cooed, kissing your forehead.

"J-Je t'aime," you confessed nuzzling your face into his lap.

"Je t'aime aussi mon cher." he whispered lightly pecking you on the lips.

France gingerly picked you up and carried you back to the town he inhabited. There he helped heal your wounds and planned an attack on the Brit. He hated seeing you so weak and it was all because of that bastard England. He would get his revenge, Acadia was not going to end up like Joan. Not this time.
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"France! France" you cried running through the village as you looked for the Frenchman.

"Acadia? What's wrong?" you heard someone question, you turned around to see France with a worried expression.

Immediately you wrapped your arms around his body and nuzzled your face into his chest. He tried comforting you by rubbing small circles on your back as he kissed your forehead.

"Mon cher, what is wrong?" he asked with a sad look.

"England, he's taken over. He's only left me Cape Sable. Everything else is gone, it's now been called New Scotland." you hiccupped.

"That bastard won't get away with this," France promised you. "Je t'aime. I will not let anything happen to you."

"D-Do you really love me?" you smiled through your tears.

"Oui, of course." he smiled lifting your chin so he could kiss your lips.
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Your life as a representative was not what you imagined. You knew it wasn't going to be easy sailing, but you never could of imagined this. Dutch, Scottish and English settlers all wanted to take you as their own. You put up a fight though, in fact you put up several fights.

But as the years dragged on, you became weaker and weaker. Each battle gave you a scar, although there were small victories here and there. You were no match for England. France watched from the sidelines, you had made him promise not to interfere at all.

What especially made you weak was after the Civil War of your colony. You sided with your people in the war against your boss at the time, Charles de Menou D'Aulnay. Unfortunately you lost the war, leaving most of your people dead. Your people were now becoming very scarce, Acadians were fading and fast.

Your end was drawing near though, England had many failed attempts at trying to take over Port-Royal officially. England would soon get his prize though, your colony would be his.
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"It is only for a little while mon cher." France stated as he held your hands in his. He blue eyes bore into yours.

"I'll miss you," you laughed as he kissed each of your finger.

"I'll miss you as well." he smiled before passionately kissing you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and eagerly kissed him back. "Please stay safe Acadia."

"You stay safe as well," you smiled.

France gave you one last kiss before hopping onto to his nearby horse. He had heard there was land far west, he wanted to go and check it out. He gave you one last smile before trotting away on his horse.

You laughed to yourself as you walked back into the newly rebuilt Port-Royal. Acadians still walked the streets, regardless of the constant English invasion threats. Their smiles and laughs were a beautiful thing to see after so much hardship. You turned onto a darkened path on your way back to your small log cabin.

"Good day Acadia. How are you love?" a voice sneered, causing your heart to stop. Turning around you came face to face with your worst nightmare.

"E-England?" you stuttered, fear coursing through your veins.

"I came to get, what I wanted for ever so long." he laughed pressing the tip of his sword to your stomach.

"T-That won't ever happen!" you yelled as tears fell down your face.

"Your Civil War, left you so weak. This time I will siege Port-Royal. Acadia will forever be known as New Scotland." England told you.

The screams of your people filled your ears, England's men had attacked. You fell to your knees, tears streaming down your face. You heard England laugh again. You looked up to face the Brit, his jade eyes held a gleam of evil.

"Nighty night love," he smiled as he stabbed his sword right into your heart.

Of course the intrusion of the metal didn't kill you immediately. The siege did, England finally got Port-Royal. The port and all of the surrounding area was now under English control, thus killing you.

Acadia was now gone forever.
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France returned with a now young Canada in his arms. He held the tiny country close to him as the violet eyed boy slept silently.

"You will love Acadia, she is very sweet." France whispered to the small boy as they arrived in Port-Royal.

France immediately felt something off about the place. Upon closer inspection his noticed the British flag flying high in the sky. Anger boiled through France's veins, he spotted England and angrily stomped over to him.

"Oh, France what a lovely surprise." England laughed as he noticed the Frenchman's presence. "And who is this little fellow you got here?"

"Where is she?" France sternly asked the Brit.

"Dead, died off after the seige of Port-Royal." the Brit casually stated.

"First Joan, now Acadia. You will not live this down you bastard." France spat at England.

"We'll see about that," England laughed as he walked away from France.

"I won't let him get you," he promised to the small country in his arms. He tried being strong, knowing Acadia would want nothing less. Despite that, tears filled his blue eyes as he though about his dead love. "He won't take another thing away from me."

Acadia is gone.