Francis sat in a bar. He sighed and looked at the time on his phone; 20:17. Glancing once more at the date, he put it back in his pocket.

After ordering another glass of rich red wine, he looked about the bar.

"May I have a glass of wine? Just like this gentleman's." An angelic voice called from beside him.

Francis turned around and saw her- the girl he'd been dying to see for an eternity.

"Thank you." She smiled at the bartender as she received her drink after sitting next to Francis.

"J-Jeanne..." Francis stuttered as he could not believe his eyes.

Was the blonde haired female actually sitting next to him? Was she actually real?

"Hmm?" The lovely girl brought her head up from her drink. A sweet soft smile perching upon her strawberry lips.

"N-nothing... You just seemed very familiar..." Francis blushed. How stupid could he be? Jeanne had died so long ago and he still had some idiotic hope she would be here.

"I'm Francis, nice to meet you." Francis announced himself.

"Lisa. Nice to meet you as well." Her smile grew brighter.

"Ah... Hello. So, how old are you?" Francis asked as his heart sank. Of course she wasn't Jeanne, no matter how much they looked alike- even their voices were exactly the same.

"Oh, it's my 24th birthday today. You," She said.

Another thing in common, the same birthday.

"I'd rather not say my age..." Francis chuckled.

"Oh, that makes it rather exciting." Lisa clapped her creamy white hands together. "Let's see... I believe that by the shape of your body and the look of your face, I'd say you are... 30 to 35. Correct me if I am wrong."

Francis couldn't help but laugh. "27... I'm 27."

"Ah, vraiment? C'est amusante!" Lisa blushed.

"Do I really look that old to you?" Francis raised an eyebrow.

"Oh no. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, don't worry." Francis laughed.

Lisa nodded and sipped at her wine.

"Happy birthday." He whispered.

Lisa looked at him and smiled. "Thank you." She said. "Personally I don't like it when people wish me a happy birthday but thank you."

"Did you know that saint Jeanne D'arc's birthday is today as well?"

"Ah, seriously?" Lisa looked upon Francis. "Was she the one who was-"

"Burned? Yes." Francis interrupted. He didn't know how he would react if she said it, her voice being so similar (Actually exactly the same) to hers.

"Ah... I see. Yes I do remember her. Joan of Arc, right? Jeanne D'arc as we French say it." Lisa asked.

"Oui. Jeanne. You know... she was very lovely." he whispered.

"It seems that you really look up to her. Is she your hero?" The blue-eyed female looked into his eyes.

"She was more than my hero. She was my everything." his voice was barely audible.

"Come to think of it... Aren't you France? Its personification?" Lisa's orbs grew wider.

"Yes. I am." Francis smiled.

"So tell me, Francis, how was Joan?"

"She was lovely, beautiful, angelic, she was my Saviour. I loved her dearly." He replied as his eyes sparkled.

"You loved her?" Lisa question.

"Oui. On a whole different note, you remind me of her."

"I do?" Lisa's blond eyelash hid beneath her golden hair.

"I'm very glad that you are living a lovely life now." He smiled sweetly- yet sadness lingered in his eyes. He then stood from the stool and left, leaving Lisa to dwell in her thoughts- his words still lingered in her mind.