Warning: This story is about the TRAGIC LOVE between France and Napoleon, and also my own little love affair with the French Revolution, so if that's not your cup of tea, please, don't read. There's nothing explicit but there is some gay subtext so, yeah. Also please excuse bad internet translated Franglish.
Pairings: FrancexNapoleon, obviously, with minor FrancexUS and hints at FrancexUK.
Timestamp: September 1797, various flashbacks
SOVEREIGNTY a hetalia fanfic
The wine was good, but there was no bread to go with it. France was very upset about this. He'd scoured the larder and kitchen and all he could find was half a carrot. So he drank the wine instead. It was very good wine. There was no other explanation for the way the room was blurring.
The paintings were gone. Why were the paintings gone? Instead there were awful horrid ugly rifles hanging on the walls.
France had the most awful headache. He put his hands to his head. There was something wet and warm