"Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes ashes, we all fall down," you sang as you strung daisies into a crown.
"Bonjour," a voice from behind you said. It had a French flare that was noticeable, but unfamiliar to you. The boy, Francis, turned red. You were so pretty. Long (h/c) hair and wide (e/c) eyes. You were by far the prettiest girl he had ever seen. "W-what is your name?"
You got up and walked over to him, "I'm __________. Do you want to play with me?" He nodded and you smiled pulling him to the flower field to the two daisy crowns you had made, "Here, one for you and one for me."
He watched as you set the floral crown on his head.
"There now you are the prince, and I'm the princess," you said.
Francis blushed, "Th-then can I give you a kiss?"
"Kiss?" you asked cocking your head. "Ok, I suppose." You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now let's play."
As a young country France never had so much fun before in his life. He would chase you and when he caught you, you would give him a kiss. After hours of play he had to go back to his work.
"I have to leave now," he said sadly.
"Now? Can't we play a little longer?"
He shook his head sadly, "I have to work."
You held out your pinky to him, "Pinky promise?"
He wrapped his tiny pinky around your equally small one, "Promise."
You came back to that field day after day, Francis never came back. But you never stopped waiting for him, and each visit you would make flower crowns for the two of you so he could be your prince and again and you his princess.
Years later you still came. You were sixteen now and ready for marriage.
"Will I ever see you again," you mumbled weaving together more flowers.
"Oui," that French accented voice from behind said.
You turned to see an all grown up Francis. Huffing you turned around, confusing him, "You jerk, you never came back."
He gave a laugh and sat down next to you, "I tried, but I-."
"I came here every day!"
"And now you're here trying to-."
"______________!" he shouted. "I want to make up for it."
"Well I don't think you can," you said sniffing.
He pulled out a small black box, "Would eternity do it?"
Tears came to your eyes, "E-eternity?"
"The rest of our lives, together," he smiled, "Oui."
"Oui," you whispered kissing him on the lips.