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he placed his hand gently on arties back “the last time i made a promise to you i broke it and caused your scar. if i had remembered my promise in time i could have stopped it. artie please do not make me promise you this if i do i may break it and this is one thing i do not wish to break” he meant it as well even though he was speaking in English his tone was the same as it would be in French. that was what he wanted artie to understand “please artie just trust me that i will do what i can to try”

*shoves Jeans arm away* I won’t. ever. understand. HOWEVER MUCH YOU WANT ME TO UNDERSTAND I WON’T! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE THAT DIDN’T TRY TO KILL ME IN THE 2P WORLD! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN’T HURT ME! BUT THEN! YOU! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REACT WHEN YOU BURNED AND CUT A SCAR INTO ME THAT WON’T HEAL! YOU WERE THE ONLY ONE WHO CARED FOR ME WHEN MY BROTHERS WEREN’T THERE! *stands up* I need you to stop……..YOU! NEED TO STOP AND THINK OF WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH! I ALWAYS HAD TO TELL MATT EXCUSES OF WHY YOU WEREN’T EVER COMING HOME! I HAD TO ALWAYS MAKE SURE BOTH THE BOYS WERE LOVED EQUALLY BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T THERE TO HELP! YOU WILL NEVER! UNDERSTAND WHAT I HAD TO GO THROUGH! YOU! will. never. understand. *starts to head for the front door, can feel himself slipping into insanity*

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I can try artie as I said I can not fully promise for promises are made to be broken

*looks sad* Then try harder! THEN TRY HARDER JEAN! TRY FREAKING HARDER! YOU HAVE KEPT OTHER PROMISES BEFORE WHY SHOULD THIS BE ANY DIFFERENT! *sniffles* I know you can Jean. I know you can. so please. Please do not give up Please stop pushing me away. *shivers; the past scar begins to sting a bit*

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même chose que moi les choses ont changé angleterre avec nous tous, mais savoir ce quelle que même si je demande comme un fou ou secousse sais que c’est pour protéger les autres de montrer alors que, peu importe ce que vous êtes plus fort parce que vous êtes gentil

(( translation: same as me england things have changed with us all but know this no matter what even if i ask as a fool or jerk know that it is to protect others to show then that no matter what you are stronger because you are nice ))

S’il vous plaît, appelez-moi par mon nom. S’il vous plaît me ne plus pousser pas. Sérieusement, je ne peux pas supporter que vous me repousser. Je veux juste, mon Jean arrière. S’il vous plaît revenir à moi.

((Translation: Please, please call me by my name. Please don’t push me away anymore. Seriously I can’t handle you pushing me away. I just want, my Jean back. Please come back to me.))

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*Jean let artie hold on to him as he cured* God looks after lovers criminals drunks addicts and dumb shit heads. I clear the board. I can’t make a promis to not scare you. That is a promis no one can understand how to keep. All I can say England is that I can try *he said scared that if he called arties name he would cause him pain*

*still cryign a bit; gentally grabs Jeans face**looks so sad* d-d-don’t leave me. please. *sniffles**kisses Jean* I lo-love you st-still. I al-always have. *looks at you and kisses you again**is being honest right now*

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*one of the pills got under his tounge as he held on to arrive wrist he was shaking for a while but soon it died down he still seemed tired but he was alive and everything seemed to be stabilizing. He kept hold of artie still not wanting to let go he wanted to make sure that he was still there and this was real and not some trick played by demons. After a while he moved sitting up slowly* told them moi was non dead yet moi sees artie * he said he had some color but it was still going to take a while for it to fully come back to his face*

*crying so hard; he can’t stop**hugs him close and looks so sad**he can’t even speak with how upset and sad he is* I…..u……I *words become slurred through his tears* Don’t e-e-ever sc-sc-s-scare me li-li-like that a-a-a-gain. I th-h-hought I lo-lo-lost y-y-you. *looks so helpless and scared*

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Jean stoped breathing the air left his lungs his heart stoped. As artie worked on him it seemed no use he was gone. After what seemed forever but was really only a few minutes something happened a pulse small and faint hit in his chest next you knew the body jerked as he gasped coughing for air before he seemed to settle his heart was still slightly erratic a small bottle came from his shirt pocket and rolled to the side of him on the floor

*gasps; begins to freak out and see’s the tiny bottle* wh-what? *grabs it and looks at it**quickly adjust 2p france and opens the bottle* J-J-Jean please h-h-hold on. *is hyperventilating and freaking out* Please please IF THIS BOTTLE IS IMPORTANT PLEASE TAKE IT DAMMIT! *is crying super hard* PLEASE TAKE THE STUPID BOTTLE! PLEASE! *tries to help* don’t you dare DIE! DON’T YOU DARE DIE YOU IDIOT! *puts the bottle to his lips and hopes that this will help him**cries out in fear*

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*gasps a bit he was on the ground* don……don’t j…jus….just as back then…….don’t……if I am to…….to die………let moi go…..no magic…….its not right to…to force another to stay…..when ou….our maker calls us to heaven or hell…..as…..as before……..s…sta….stay by moi……. *that was all he could get out before his head fell he was in shock his heart was trying to give out but his body was also fighting he never wanted magic to be used to force him to stay if his time as a man and nation where done then he should be allowed to go as any human should as he hoped that with all peace of heart mind and soul would come. all he wanted was for artie to stay by him in this hour so that he was not alone*

*eyes become clear; gasps in horror* no no no! *crawls over because he doesn’t have much energy* no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! *begins to cry and scream**uses magic to desperately search for any medicine Jean needs……..there is nothing* D-D-DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! *tries CPR is so desperate* DO-DON’T YOU DARE QUIT ON ME! DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING QUIT ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JEAN PLEASE! PLEASE YOU IDIOT PLEASE! *begins to break down; lays his head on the mans chest sobbing uncontrollably* Y-You hurt me………………and pushed me away. But. But. the happy times would al-always defeat the ba-ba-bad. *his heart is pouring out* Please Please don’t leave me alone in this god forsaken world. I won’t sur-survive it alone. *touches the mans face and cries even harder* I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I pushed you away myself. I’m so-sorry. 

*tries desperately to do CPR again but knows its no use* Please. I………..I love………………….I love you………………………………I love you, I still love you, even after all the shit you put me through I still LOVE YOU DAMMIT! So please. *leans closer to Jeans face* come back. please come back. Don’t leave me. Please don’t go. Please I love you so much please come back. please *kisses him* 

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*pulled artie over quickly ignoring the pain he saw one soldier coming at then and aimed firing from the safety of the hiding spot as he winced his breathing gasped a bit* what are you doing here artie?* he asked he looked the same as he did in the now near death but far worse then he did when his heart first started giving out on him if he didn’t get stable now he was going to die*

*shivers in pain* Al. Al told me. you were suffering. he he be-begged me to come and help you. *summons the pills Jean is supposed to take and forces him to take them* they they can only help so much. AH! *shakes when an explosion goes off* I I need to help you. otherwise the boys won’t have there father. *is crying in terror**begins to chant a magic spell but is immediately cut off when Jean stops him and The last thing he says is nothing more then a whisper as time forces artie back to reality*

*back to the current time*

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Screams in terror; since his magic wasn’t able to be used it forces him backwards crashing harshly on the floor**shakes and coughs**opens his eyes; since his spell was interrupted his vision is blurry since he collided with the floor**tries to sit up* J-Jean……………*is trying to stay study* J-Jean. *is scared doesn’t know if he’s dead or not**cries lightly thinking he has failed*

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*a few months later the boy was at the door with a suit case and a letter*

~Artie I can not keep Canada with how things are with my government I can no longer care for him as the only person I know who knows how to handle children unlike me I can not get the money in to keep him in good health or to barely feed him and the bear. I know you might not be happy with me but for the child please you are the last hope he has.~

* that was the last many had heard of France for a long time until the heavier wars happened by the time the world wars had hit things had gotten worse he had harmed artie in ways that where scaring and even painful but he was unable to communicate well. by the time of the landing at France he was in a hole hiding his heart was giving him trouble with the fights he had overworked himself and the chest pains had hit along with the pain from the gash in his side from the shrapnel that had hit him he had make shifted the work but even with the bleeding stopped he was warm from fever all his thoughts where on his past his mind going back to the evil he had done and now he was wishing he had lived better for not just him but for those he had never been able to say he cared for*

si je dois mourir maintenant que ce soit rapide et peut-être ceux que je ne me souviens pas nui comment j’étais , mais comment je devrais être je suis désolé angleterre

((translation: if i am to die now may it be swift and may those i harmed not remember how i was but how i should be i am sorry England))

*had been forced by Alfie to go and find Jean**is in a full out military uniform carefully trying to get through the hazards**ducks behind a barricade to avoid attacks**is getting more terrified by the minute; is using his magic to track Jean down* JEAN! JEAN DANG IT WHERE ARE YOU! AH! *shakes as the attacks grows harsher**runs to a direction where he senses a faint signal* AUGH! *is hit in the arm and falls down the hole**crashes in front of Jean; coughs and hacking and shaking in pain**eyes open in a blurry state and see Jean**voice cracking in pain* J-e-a-n.