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serenity-songbird · 1 year ago

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Falling Apart

(I feel like these chapters get longer and longer everytime...Welp enjoy the ride. First post in a while BABY!!!)

How does one describe love?

It is fragile, yet tough.

It can be pure ecstacy and utter heartbreak.

It is bittersweet.

It can be as hard to break as a diamond, yet at the same time, it can be shattered in a million pieces.

It is both ignorant and blind while being as clear as day.

It can be all these things and more.

But no matter how hard you put it to thought, there isn't a simple word or sentence that can really describe what love is.

Why are people so desperate to fall in love when it brings us such sorrow and despair?

The Frenchman sat at the balcony pondering all this. He held a cup of wine in his hands and swirled it before taking another sip.

He watched as the sunset over the horizon. The sky covered in beautiful hues of red, purple, and orange. He closed his eyes as a cool breeze flew through his golden locks.

Thoughts of you flooded his mind and regret drowned his heart.

To him, you were a beautiful mystery.

He remembers when he used to fear you, but now...his couldn't deny that he felt a different feeling for you.

He had tried to deny it for so long that he couldn't see it. Now, reality just bitchslapped him across the face before he realized he had fallen in love with you.

He remembered when he was one of Jessica's suitors and would woo her to no end. He couldn't remember when, but recently he realized that he did not see her in the same light.

Was he still protective over her?

Yes, as everyone in this household was.

But now, it was more of a platonic protective similar to how a sibling (you) would feel.

How could he have been so stupid?

The man furrowed his eyebrows and tsked in aggravation.

Was it too late for a fool, such as himself, to take it all back?

Yes.

Ah. What was he to do?

He closed his eyes and memories of that fateful day played like a movie in his mind.

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Francis put his hands on his hips and breathed in the fresh air.

"Ah! It is a beautiful day, isn't it mon amie?"

The Canadian lagged behind trying to adjust the straps on the bag carrying the 14 golf clubs. It's not that he was struggling with its weight. The Canadian was quite strong. No the straps just refused to cooperate with him. He may be a bit tangled up...

"Yup. It is a great day." He grimaced as the strap rubbed against his neck hard...That was going to leave a mark...

"Oui!!! It is ze perfect day to enjoy ze weather and golf!" He glowed in the sunlight as he raised his arms high in anticipation. The Frenchman still hadn't noticed Matthew's struggle with the bag...

"Ah! We have finally made it to ze first hole! Matthew, please give me my wood club!"

"Ummm...Which one was the again?"

Francis sighed. How was he to participate in the golfing tournament this year with a caddie who didn't know anything about golf?

Well, since his old caddie quit, he doesn't have much of a choice...At least Matthew offered to help.

Well, Francis is going to have to teach him how to be a caddie.

He sweat-dropped to see Matthew tangled up in the straps.

*"Cela pourrait prendre un certain temps..."*

*(This may take some time...)*

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Mathew was quite the quick learner.

After some explanations and pointing things out, he got most of the game down and was able to properly be a caddie.

Francis was currently on hole 10 and was killing it.

He was confident that he could win the tournament.

"Fore!!!" He shouted before hitting the ball.

It's going.

Its going.

Oh no wait!!!

Not that way!!!

Noooo!!!

The ball plopped right into the lake.

A water hazard...

Francis sighed and went to put another ball on the tee pin.

"Bwahahaha!!! Wow! You are terrible at golf!"

"Sacré bleu!!!" Francis nearly had a heartattack.

He turned sharply to see...Elizaveta and...you holding your stomach in laughter.

He didn't know you two knew each other.

"You shouldn't be laughing, (Y/N)...You are vay vorse than he is...." Elizaveta sighed.

"That's because golf is a stupid sport!!!" You countered in frustration as you puffed out your cheeks.

"A-ah, Elizaveta...and (Y/N). W-What brings you here?" Francis was now walking on eggshells. He did not want to set off your anger.

You grabbed the railing of the golf cart you were on and stepped out. You wore a white collared shirt with gold buttons and a knee length (F/C) skirt. You ajusted (F/C) visor and walked over with your black and white golf shoes.

Francis had to admit. You were a beautiful woman. You had curves that were perfect to grab and pull you into a passionate dipped kiss.

But he would never do that to you. You'd surely beat him to death and bury him 8 ft underground. And yes he knows that they normally bury people 6 ft, but this women would beat him down two more feet...

"Have you forgotten, Francie? I too, am competing in the golf tournament zhis year. My best friend, (Y/N) offered to be my caddie."

"I wouldn't say offered...More as in forced..."

"Vhat was zat?" Elizaveta swirled her head to you, eyes glowing red.

"Eek!!! N-Nothing!" You cowered behind the closest thing to you. Which so happened to be poor Mattie.

You had grabbed onto him so roughly that you accidentally pulled him down, taking both you and the 2 tour bags belonging to Elizaveta and Francis down with.

"Ahhh!!!" "Eek!!!" You and Matthew screeched at the same time as you fell and the supplies In the bags scattered around.

Elizaveta pinched her nose and Francis sweatdropped.

"Oops...Sorry..." You apologized trying to push Matthew off you. Instead you made the tangle worse. Matthew just sighed in defeat. He was just done and was too annoyed to feel fear.

Elizaveta and Francis had to detangle you from each other.

Some time had passed afterwards. Elizaveta and Francis were waaay absorbed into their little competition they were having. They were tied something to something...Honestly, you weren't keeping track.

Golf was hard to understand.

Matthew was nice enough to try and explain it to you, buuut...it wasn't going so well.

Honestly, Matthew was suprised you were even being nice to him and not ignoring him.

(Little did he know, that you were being nice because Elizaveta was there and you didn't want her to kill you. With the small conversations he started to ease the tension, he wasn't so bad. So you were a little more friendly to him. Which made him grateful).

"Sooo. I know you tried to explain it all, buuut I'm not catching on at all. Why are there so many rules and such a difficult scoring system? All you got to do is hit the ball and get it in the hole." You sighed. "What a drag..."

"Yeah...I'll have to agree with you on that one." Matthew was now more relaxed. You were actually a nice person when you weren't yelling or throwing your fists around. Using his peripheral vision, he glanced at you. Something in him wanted to ask this question, but he wasn't sure where it came from. "Ms. (Y/N)? May I ask you a personal question?"

"First, don't call me Ms. (Y/N). Just (Y/N) is fine and depending on the question, sure."

"Why are you so against your sister falling in love with us?"

You clenched your fists around the club you were leaning on. You're face scrunched up with an emotion he couldn't decipher.

"..."

"I-I'm sorry. Was that too-"

"You seem like a decent person, Mattie. So I'll tell you." You locked eyes with him and his heart dropped. Your eyes were cold and dull. "Love is a scam. I've learned time and time again that nothing good comes out of it. You think you're on top of the world only to discover it was all a lie and you were at rock bottom. You only get used and abused." A stray tear dripped down your right eye. "It's not worth it...I'm just trying to protect my sister from the same fate..."

Your voice was distant and forlorn in a manner he never witnessed. From just those words and tone, he felt like he suddenly understood you. He may not know the details of what you went through, but he understood enough.

He wanted to help you.

"You're crying..."

"I'm not crying. There's just dirt in my eye."

"...Of course." He decided to drop it, knowing how stubborn you are. He passed you a tissue. "Here. To wipe the dirt away."

"...Thanks." You wiped your face and put on some sunglasses...To block the sun of course. You and Matt stood in silence for a few minutes before Elizaveta started cursing near the lake. You both walked over to see the problem.

"A Fenébe! [Damn it] It blew my golf ball into ze lake!"

"Hon hon hon. Seems you are not as good as you thought, Oui?"

"You shouldn't be talking. Your ball went in the lake too." You deadpanned.

"Igen! You are not one to talk! Aw, it's too bad. I really loved zhat golf ball. It waz pink."

"Oh, I'll get it for you. I'm a really good swimmer." With no hesitation you jumped into the lake.

"Aaahhh!!! Te őrült lány !! (You crazy woman) Vhat are you doing?!?!?!" Elizaveta screeched.

"Wait, am I supposed to get your ball too Francis! I know you said I have to carry your stuff and pick it up..." Matthew scratched his head in confusion.

"Non!!! Once ze ball gets in the lake, it's supposed to stay zhere!"

"I got it!!!" You surfaced from the water holding the ball high and proud.

"Get out of ze vater now!!!" Elizaveta grabbed a beach towel that you brought along so you could sit on the grass.

You got out the water and your white shirt had become see through. Everyone could see your bra. Matthew looked away, Respectfully. Francis on the other hand stared...Respectively.

"It really is a shame zhat she is so scary..."

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Well...this day wasn't what Francis had planned at all...

Elizaveta practically dragged you into the women's locker room spewing curses and lectures on ladylike behaviors.

Francis was annoyed at the fact that instead of improving his skills, he ended up losing to Elizaveta...AGAIN. Not only t hat, but now he has to buy more golf balls since 2 are now lost forever in that damned lake. He signed his initials on them.

You could have at least gotten his balls too while you were at it. So unfair.

It doesn't help that he came here in the first place to ease his frustrations in the morning.

Arthur decided he wanted to try a new recipe...Somehow he managed to...well...he somehow set the water he was boiling on FIRE...

How?!?!?!

He tried to put out the fire by throwing the fish onto the fire...

Obviously that made it worse.

So then, the kitchen was on fire and not had a horrible smell of burning fish and...whatever it was that Arthur seasoned it with.

Ludwig put out the fire.

Arthur is no longer allowed in the kitchen.

As if that wasn't irritating enough, and here's the topper on the cake, his car broke down!!!

Are you kidding me?!?!?!

A squirrel somehow got into the hood of the car. When the car started up, the critter completely freaked out and damaged the battery.

Mr. Squirrel at least got away with no major injuries, but the car battery...not so lucky.

So now here he was sitting next to YOU of all people in the back of the car. Matthew was on the passenger side of the car. (Francis called shotgun, but Elizaveta didn't want to have to grab here frying pan to hit him while driving. And she was mad at you still for jumping into the lake and embarrassing her).

Worst part is...it was an hour drive to the Mechanics. You lot were following the tow truck there.

Elizaveta may get annoyed and angry with Francis from time to time, but she still offered to take him to the Mechanics due to her kind nature and (Despite your protesting, pouting, and grumbling in disagreement)

The car ride was silent and awkward at first. Matthew turned on the radio to cancel out the silence. While, it eased a bit of tension, the atmosphere was still awkward.

Elizaveta wasn't as angry anymore, but still a little frustrated. Matthew was nervous. Francis was annoyed. You were feeling guilty.

In order to ignore the tension around you, you pulled out your tablet and started designing.

You were an architect/interior designer. You worked on not only building houses, but designing them as well. You recently received a major project for a rich and famous man.

Richard Vicente (He is not real. He is an OC) is a famous Broadway Star. He's featured in musicals, plays, talk shows; you name it.

Not only that but, boy oh boy, is he handsome. Chestnut colored, wavy locks adored his head. His sunny smile would send hearts racing. Toned, 6ft, and all sexy.

The ladies would go crazy over him. You arel not like all the other girls who loved him because of his looks and charms. You were a fan of his talents.

That's. It.

You refused to fawn over some famous, most likely a, playboy. You refused to scream, jump around, and say something provocative or flirty to get him into bed.

You would never act like one of those foolish fangirls.

Perhaps that's why Vicky, your boss, asked you to do the project.

When they announced the project, literally everyone climbed over each other just to be the one who takes it.

You, on the other hand, stayed in your seat. Why would you want to cater to some playboy? He probably breaks hearts on a daily basis and uses women for his own sick needs and wants.

Gross.

And yet your boss practically slammed the papers on your desk and ordered you to be the lead. Plus, she said that if you did a good job, there was a possibility of promotion.

That word made you perk up. So of course you took the job. And only complained a little.

That's what you were working on right now. I'm going to tell you that this re-modeling...is the hardest fucking project you've ever taken!!!

What even is this?!?!?!

A waterslide leading from the bedroom into the living room pool??? Sure that sounds cool and all, but wouldn't it be better to have a normal slide inside the house and a waterslide outside or in a designated indoor pool room???

You can get water all over the furniture and walls. Possible Mold if not probably maintained.

Ugh...

You're getting a headache.

When you meet this man, you are going to kill him...At least in your mind...You really like your job and don't want to get fired...

Francis glanced over to you as you sighed in frustration. He examined the 3D Model you had designed. It wasn't finished, but the rooms you completed and the shape of the house was a sight to behold.

"Oh la vache! [Oh damn] (Y/N) zhat looks amazing!" Francis couldn't help but admire your skills. The modern look mixed with a techno theme somehow worked beautifully together.

You jumped when he exclaimed, and got confused when he suddenly moved to sit closer to you and flip around the 3D house in...is that admiration?

"U-um thanks...I get to lead a very important project. I'm creating the design based on what Mr. Vicente wrote down... though I'm having trouble designing the more...difficult structures."

Now that you snapped out of the initial shock of his unexpected reaction, you noticed how close he was now and suddenly got a familiar chill. It was not a good sign...You won't do this again.

"Also, back off! You're way too close to me right now!"

"But Cherie! I couldn't help but admire your talented model...Aussie [Also] I couldn't help, but notice your face," he gently grabbed your chin seductively, "Turned wine red when you saw 'ow close I was. Could it be, you've fallen for me?"

"Fallen for-??? Absolutely not!!!" You smacked his hand away. Turned your face and crossed your arms. "Humph!"

"She hit me!!! Did you see zhat?! Si méchant! [How mean]"

"That's vhat you get!!! Keep your filthy French hands off of her before I turn zhis car around!" Elizaveta swiftly became overprotective.

Matthew sighed. He just wanted to go back home.

Francis pouted in the corner dramatically for a bit.

A few minutes passed by before Francis muttered a suggestion out of the blue.

"By zhe way...If 'e really wants a swirly slide why don't you build zhe slide to become a tube and 'ave it lead outside? It would solve zhe problem of limited room indoors. You can also put a glass shield around zhe indoor pool to prevent water damage on zhe furniture. And a spot with towels so 'e can dry off and not get water all over zhe place when 'e gets out. Although...I zhink zhe idea of a waterslide is ridiculous. A regular slide, sure, but a waterslide? Oh là là... I would personally try and change 'is mind"

You paused.

"Those...weren't terrible ideas...Maybe you're onto something...But how should I make it look?"

As quickly as a snap of the fingers, you got into work mood and Francis got looped into helping with creating blueprints.

You loved your job. You were passionate about it and got excited whenever talking about it.

Francis, had never seen you so...passionate. There was a sparkle in your eyes and you smiled in excitement. Whenever he proposed an idea or recommendation based on Mr. Vicente's wants, you'd get so excited.

You'd exclaim, "Wow! That's a great idea!" And eagerly write it down or build it into the 3D model.

The both of you worked together to create an almost complete blueprint. When Elizaveta pulled into the Mechanic parking lot, the two of you didn't notice.

Both Matthew and her were surprised by the change in atmosphere. But it helped brighten the mood.

Elizaveta had known you for a while. She knows why you are so stubborn and mean. So seeing you happily talking about your passion with another man...she was relieved...Although, she wished it was with someone else and not that French Bastard.

It was a strange feeling...You were in such a deep conversation and were... disappointed when you got to your destination.

Francis signed papers, got a retail car, and paid for their service.

The rental car pulled up and the 4 of you helped Francis move stuff from his car to the rental.

"Okay! Zhat is all of it. Merci. [Thank you] I will see you back at 'ome!"

Something inside you felt displeased at that thought. Francis helped you so much on your project...It was a pleasant conversation...That's all.

"Wait! Can I drive with you?!" You ran towards him clutching your tablet and books to your chest. You looked up at him with doe eyes. "I-I, I~ need help with this project. You see, it's due in 6 days and you can help me get it done earlier. I could totally impress my boss and get that promotion. Pleeease, help meee."

In your mind, 'It is strictly business! You just want that promotion (Y/N). You're just asking for his help and you do not have any interest in him! No matter how fairytale handsome he is. No! Don't think like that! He is still a playboy and you are not going to fall for a man like that!'

Elsewhere in Francis's mind. He was a little upset. Now you want to be all sweet and nice to him because you need something! The nerve of you! You will not use him just for your own benefit!

...Yet

Regardless of the way you treated him in the past, (Which by the way was literally earlier today and nearly everyday in the past before than), he couldn't say no to your doe eyes...and it was nice talking to you and seeing your cute expressions when talking about your passion.

He wanted to see more.

Not that he has feelings for you! It's due to his French nature! A man must never leave a damsel in distress when she is asking for help.

"...Oui. You may. I do 'ave an amazing sense of style and taste when it comes to making zhings beautiful! Afterall, I myself, am beautiful."

You rolled your eyes at the last statement.

"HUH!?!?!? Vait a minute why do you suddenly vant to go vith zhis Perverz! [Pervert] Plus, I don't vant to drive an hour all alone!" Elizaveta huffed.

"I-It's strictly for business! He...has good ideas. Aaand If you're worried about driving alone...Matthew can go with you!" You pointed at him.

"Who?" She turned around. "A francba! I forgot you were there!"

"I figured...At least (Y/N) remembered me..."

"Are you okay with that Matthew?" You asked politely.

"Yeah. I don't mind." He decided to do you this favor since you didn't forget him.

So it was settled. You split into two groups and drove home.

A lot changed during the drive between both groups.

Elizaveta felt bad about forgetting about Matthew so she got to know him.

Matthew is now under the protection of Elizabeta and if anyone dares forget him or make fun of him, they will die.

Elsewhere, you and Francis worked on the project. Then, the conversation drifted abroad...and something just clicked between you too.

You started talking about your likes, dislikes, why you chose the career you did, etc. You two realized you had a lot in common and got to know each other better.

The drive only felt like it was a few minutes. You...had a good time with him.

You could even say you became friends.

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For the next 5 days, you and Francis worked on the Project to make it flawless.

You learned even more about each other and soon he realized why you acted the way you did. Men had hurt you so badly that you built up your guard.

He wanted to protect you. He didn't want to see you hurt anymore.

He even told you some of his troubles.

Yes, within 5 days he gained your trust.

5 days might not seem like a lot, but love doesn't have a timeline.

It comes whenever it want to.

And cupid really struck your hearts at that perfect moment.

You were drawing up some ideas and you had the perfect one. You, super animated, scurried over to Francis before you slipped on a piece of paper on the floor and braces yourself.

Instead of hitting the ground, you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist. You opened your eyes and locked on to Francis. He held you in a dip pose and your faces were close together.

How could you deny it any longer? Within 5 days, you'd fallen in love with someone who loves your sister.

Oy vey...This...is not good.

You see there's a major problem with falling in love with that French man.

Not only is he a flirt and a playboy, but he is the type of man you tried to avoid to fall for.

Do you have any idea the pain that stabs your chest whenever you see someone you love flirt with someone else?

And it wasn't just your sister! It was other girls! Every girl except you!!!

You dug yourself into your work to try and ignore this feeling. But it grew more and more as you got to know each other.

Then, you gave the plans to Mr. Vicente. He was so impressed by your teamwork that he also hired Francis.

Of course you would put Francis's name as co-creater. You worked together on it and you would never be selfish.

Aaand because of your generosity, you were now stuck with him at work as well...

He'd flirt with your female coworkers.

He didn't flirt with you...Why?!

Is it because of how you treated him before? You had already apologized!

...Who are you kidding. Of course it's for that reason. Things like that can't just be forgotten!

Stupid!!!

And then there was Francis...For a French man who claims he knows everything about love, he's oblivious when It comes to him.

He's a man of love and beauty. Of course he is going to compliment beautiful girls. That's who he is. He knows that other women swoon over him daily, but he is also a faithful man.

Since Jessica moved in he hasn't had any type of courtship with anyone. He may make love to other when single, but he believes in true love. He's never cheat. And he knows that people think that of him. But he will not let it bring him down. He knows who he is.

Besides, he is in love with (Y/ -J-Jessica. He's in love with Jessica...right?

Of course he is! He's only gotten close to (Y/N) a month ago. He is just protective of her because of her past...Yes. That is what it is.

That's why he gets so angry when Mr. Vicente or Richard flirts with you. It's so obvious. He works very closely with you whenever he can.

...Getting close to you, barely touching shoulders or hands.

Doing everything he can to make you laugh...To hear that enchanting laughter.

Complimenting you just to make you blush and smile. Which is so cute.

...He doesn't trust that man.

And he had reason to hate him even more when he asked you out on a date.

"Ooh lala!~ Where are you going dressed up all nice?" Your sister whistled when you walked down the stairs.

You were stunning. (F/C) dress, (gold/silver) jewelry to compliment it, and your hair styled in a way that made his heart burst.

Even the other men couldn't help but admire the beauty she was. His stomach knotted up.

"I'm going on a date." Francis's heart dropped into his stomach.

"That poor~a fool."

"I will kill you!!! Shut up Lovino!!!' She chucked the cat figurine that was on the shelf at him.

"Ow!!! Now~a listen her-" Just as he stood up, Jessica pulled him down.

"Now. Now let's now fight. (Y/N). It is very rude to throw things at people. And Lovino that was a very hurtful comment. Both of you apologize right. Now."

"I'm sorry..."

"Mi dispiace..."

Francis sat there clutching his pants and getting his teeth.

'What is zhis...zhis awful feeling?'

It was all he could think about. He didn't like it.

He was so lost in his mind that when he snapped back into reality, you were already out the door.

"S'il vous plaît excusez-moi. (Please excuse me)" He had stood up so quickly that even England was concerned.

"Frankie? What's wrong?" Jessica paused the movie.

He didn't respond because the next thing he knew, his hand was on your shoulder. You jumped from fright.

"F-Francis! What do you think you're- why do you look so angry?!"

"So zhis is the real reason why you needed my 'elp, hmm?"

You blinked in confusion. "Huh? W-What are you talking about?"

"You just used me to impress zhe rich man so 'e'd fall in love with you! Why y-y-you're nozhing but a selfish, inconsiderate, Gold-digger!"

He was suprised and even stepped back when you slapped him across the face.

"Ex-fucking-scuse me!!! First of all, you knew from the beginning that I wanted the promotion! I never said anything about Richard because It wasn't the reason! I did it for my job! Second of all, don't you ever insult me, yell at me, and grab me like that ever again. Who the fuck do you think you are!"

She's right of course. He knew it, yet he couldn't control his anger. He had never been this angry before. Even with Arthur!

Why does his heart hurt so much?

Why was he yelling these things?

What is he even saying?

"Furthermore, I know you are not talking. You! Who claims to he in love with my sister. Yet! You flirts with every woman you see. You! Who has probably been with more women than I can count on all my fingers and toes! Don't you dare shame me for accepting a date from a nice guy who actually makes me feel good about myself! Not like you who makes me feel so insecure! Why is it that you flirt with every woman except me! And you claim you're so in love with my sister. Ugh! I can't believe I fell in love with you! You are just a walking red flag!"

"L-love?" Francis suddenly felt sick.

"You know what. I am sooo glad you showed me your true colors. It only proved that I was right about you from the beginning. A perverted fuckboy who doesn't care that he's constantly breaking hearts for his own satisfaction."

Ouch. That hurt.

"Now move. I'm going to be late for my date." You pushed him out if the way, got in your car and drove off fighting back tears.

Francis just stood there in shock. "She...loves moi?"

"What is the matter with you! Aren't you going to go after her?!?!?!" Jessica stormed up him. "Well? Say something!" She and the others had listened to the entire fight and Jesssica was furious.

He didn't respond even when Matthew came to check up on him.

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And this brings us to where we are now as he drowns his sorrows with wine.

The sun had already set with how long he sat there.

What a fool he was to not see it.

He placed his face in his hands in aggravation.

What was he going to do now?

#hetalia x reader #hetalia #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia oc #hetalia fandom #france x reader #france #francis bonnefoy x reader #francis bonnefoy

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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oh my goodness hello! i really like your fics and I was wondering if I could request for fluff February some France of hetalia treating his s/o (gender neutral but female reader prefer?) on valentine day since he is like country of love and all that :D tysm

Valentine’s Day Headcanons | France

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female

francis is the embodiment of romance, in all of the forms it can take, so you can expect for him to go all out for a holiday that celebrates a substantial part of his personality

he’ll spoil you in every way he knows how — affection, gestures and gifts

you’ll end up with piles upon piles of boxes filled with all sorts of jewellery and clothing and trinkets and accessories — some that you’d expressed some sort of interest in and others that just reminded him of you

he’ll wake you up with boundless affection (kisses all over your face and neck, cuddles and gentle touches as he coaxes you into waking up)

breakfast in bed? you can count on it

something a bit more adult coming into the equation? if you ask then he’s more than happy to deliver

gives you so many roses like you can’t even breathe or move very far for how many there are

arranges a full day out starting with a veritable trip down memory lane as he takes you to the spot where you had your first few dates

then you go out for your favourite meals for lunch and tea — each having been booked and arranged well in advance to ensure you got the best of the best

ends the evening with a slow walk home; hand in hand as you share inside jokes and laugh like teenagers until you’re finally back in the warm embrace of your shared space, where you spend the rest of the evening drinking your drinks of choice and doing whatever it is that young couples do at times like that

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff headcanons #fluff hcs #hetalia x reader #hetalia fluff #hetalia france #hetalia francis #francis bonnefoy x reader #hetalia france x reader

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mimicmimikyuwrites · 4 months ago

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Cooking Together - (W/ America, England, Canada, Russia, France) x GN!Reader

Summary: Cute little scenarios where you cook together with some of the nations. 💕

Contents/Possible Warnings: A lot of food mentions, fluff, like a ton of fluff, slightly suggestive/flirty dialogue and implications (nothing outright not sfw), major emphasis on how England cannot cook

America (Alfred F. Jones)

There were both pros and cons to the situation you found yourself in. The pros were that the kitchen smelled nicely of apples and cinnamon, but the cons were that the flour had only been out for a few minutes and it was already everywhere. Still, the smell of cinnamon was nice; so you had that going for you.

Despite the state of the room around you, your boyfriend was not deterred in the slightest. In fact, he was practically bursting with excitement, humming a song as he formed the dough that the flour had been used for into a pie crust. A fresh apple pie was the end goal, and he couldn't be more thrilled. The way those handsome, baby blue eyes of his were shining with pure glee had you melting.

"I haven't baked in so long!" He exclaimed, grinning at you while you worked on the pie filling in the bowl in front of you, the scent of nutmeg in the air now joining the smell of cinnamon. "Hold on," He told you suddenly, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. "You've got something on your lips." With that, he kissed you sweetly, smiling into the kiss as his lips moved against yours.

"There we go," He spoke, pulling away once he was done, looking satisfied with himself. "All taken care of." You chuckled, your cheeks a light shade of red. "Did I really have something on my lips, or did you just want to kiss me, Alfred?"

"Both. You tasted like sugar, literally." He laughed, kissing you again, much quicker this time. "It isn't even done yet, but you might be sweeter than the apple pie is, babe." He teased with a small smirk.

"If we hurry up you can have both, you know."

You didn't need to say that twice. He did go fast when he was motivated, after all, especially with an awesome two-for-one deal. Needless to say, you both shared a lot of kisses that tasted like sugary, cinnamony apples that day.

England (Arthur Kirkland)

As much as you didn't want to admit it because it sounded harsh, Arthur Kirkland could not cook or bake anything without it going horribly wrong, even when it came to the dishes he had been 'perfecting' for years now. Fish and chips? That would burn. Beef wellington? Overcooked and inedible. His infamous scones? Ash. If you weren't used to it by now, the results of his cooking would scare you.

Speaking of scones, he tried to make them at least once every month or two, and surprisingly, nothing had yet to catch on fire. It made your heart break without fail every time you saw him look at his failed attempts, though.

"Arthur? Love?" You approached him one night, having already gone out to the store and bought every ingredient you'd need from the scone recipe you'd found online (you weren't going to risk using his. It might very well have been cursed.) "Do you want to bake with me? It could be an unplanned date night." You smiled at him warmly. You were his biggest soft spot, and he always gave in to those smiles of yours.

"Of course, dear." He smiled back, placing the book he had been reading down. "Oh! We should bake scones, I haven't made any in a while, and you love my scones, don't you?" You nodded, your smile faltering a bit as you remember the last time you tried his scones. They were burnt, of course, but you still managed to put on a smile and tell him how good it was in a little white lie.

"I was thinking the same thing." You responded, leading him to the kitchen to show him that you had already prepared everything. Every measurement was made and ready, all he had to do now was put it in a bowl, mix, and then bake. Easy as that. Or you hoped.

"This must've taken you a while, love." He observed, smile widening at the sight. You were so sweet to him! He never liked the whole measuring part, and here you had done it all for him. He could swoon over just how much he loved you. "Let's get started!" He exclaimed, overflowing with excitement.

With you guiding him along, things came out more than edible, they looked delicious! Instead of a hardened, blackened mess, the scones looked almost exactly like the picture in the recipe as you pulled them out of the oven.

"Look, Arthur!" You grinned, showing him the tray before setting it down. "You did it! These look bakery-worthy—" You let out a surprised gasp as he pulled you into a celebratory kiss, soon melting into it.

"Aha! Now France can't say I don't know how to cook!" He beamed, causing you to begin laughing. If he was happy, then so were you.

Canada (Matthew Williams)

Mornings with Matthew were always something you looked forward to. Waking up in his arms, combing your fingers through his soft, messy blond hair, and giving him his well-deserved 'good morning' kisses. It was a pure domestic bliss that you wouldn't trade for anything else in the world.

"What do you want for breakfast, hon?" He asked softly, still cuddled up next to you in bed. Another great thing about mornings with him was his cooking. Every day without fail he made you something mouth-watering good. Whether it was something simple or more complex, everything he made showed his love for you, even if cooking seemed to be a bit mundane to some people.

"Pancakes? Ooh! Blueberry pancakes." You replied happily, a small laugh leaving him in response. He blushed slightly, finding your enthusiasm both endearing and adorably cute. "Let me help you make 'em," you insisted with a grin. He laughed again before leaning into you, unable to resist kissing you when you were this adorable.

It didn't take long for you to find yourselves in the kitchen, hugging him from the side as you watched him cook. The blueberry-filled batter you had made turned out amazingly, and you were eager to see the results of your work in the form of masterly crafted pancakes.

When they were all done and covered in Matthew's favorite maple syrup you both sat down to eat, talking about whatever crossed your minds as you ate your breakfasts and sipped your coffee. It was moments like this why you savored and enjoyed your mornings with him, these moments where you two engaged in quality time and you were reminded just why you had fallen in love with him.

Oh, not to mention you also liked how his lips tasted like maple syrup when you were kissing him afterward, too.

Russia (Ivan Braginsky)

Before he met you he was used to doing everything alone, including having meals. He had no one to share his favorite dishes with, and eating was always a lonely activity when the seat next to him at the dinner table was empty. When you came along things weren't so isolating anymore.

Cooking dinner together had become a staple in your relationship early on, the act being used as a way to spend some quality time together in a simpler fashion. It was something that you two used to bond when you were still getting used to each other. Cooking wasn't just making a meal for you, it was a display of priceless non-physical intimacy.

"That tickles, Ivan," you giggled, feeling him nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you sauteed the meat and stirred the sauce you'd need for the meal you were making, the tall Russian towering over you from behind as he held you gently. "You're really affectionate today, дорогой."

He let out a happy hum in reply, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "You're cute today, мое солнышко. How could I not be?" You smiled at his compliment before grabbing a spoon and scooping a bit of the sauce inside of the pot in front of you, turning around to face him. "Open up," you said, moving the spoonful toward his mouth and letting him taste what you had made.

"Very good," He told you after tasting the sauce. "You're starting to cook like a professional, дорогой. I don't think I've ever had a better beef stroganoff sauce." You blushed, tilting your head to the side. "Really?" It really must've been good if he hadn't tasted a better version of a dish he had eaten countless times over the decades.

"You're being cute again," He chuckled, a warmth growing in his chest at the sight of you. He loved you and these moments together so, so much.

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

French cuisine wasn't known for being regarded as some of the best in the world for no reason. Living in Paris with your boyfriend who was fond of dinner dates led you to witness firsthand why France was seen as a leader in the culinary arts. As much as you loved going to a fancy restaurant and sipping wine while you ate with Francis, you wanted tonight's date to be a bit less extravagant.

All you wanted was to cook with him at home and share a simple night over a home-cooked meal. Luckily, your boyfriend wasn't opposed to the idea in the slightest.

"This is romantic, oui?" He questioned with a pleased smile as he poured you a glass of wine (nothing too expensive, per your own request). "A night in with mon amour. What could be better?" He smiled, handing you your glass. "I'm a chef magnifique, so you'll be served food better than any restaurant can offer."

He wasn't exaggerating, either. As your date commenced, you were pleasantly surprised to see how talented he was when it came to both cooking the main course and baking the dessert of raspberry macarons. The only downside was that the macarons were harder to make than they looked.

"Mine look weird compared to yours," you observed, looking over to see his work. "I think I keep piping in too much jam..." He looked over at yours, nodding in agreement. "Oui. But they'll still taste good, non?" His gaze then traveled to your lips, and he smirked. "You have jam on your face, mon amour."

He leaned in, kissing you lovingly, making sure to get rid of that raspberry jam he was talking about. You tasted beyond sweet, and that wasn't just because of the macaron filling. "You know, I wouldn't mind tasting something else tonight other than the food we made, chérie~"

"Let's eat first, Francis," you replied with a playful roll of your eyes. He was a flirt, but he was still yours.

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yawujin · 6 months ago

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I was wondering if I could request how the Allies + Canada would react to meeting an immortal? (Not a personification - so could be vampire, witch, mutant (kinda like wolverine he's over 200 tears old), or any other immortal being). -🪽

request | how the allies would react to an immortal

type | react , gender non specific reader , sad-ish(?) , blood mention

america/alfred f. jones ♡

he's ecstatic

takes you to meet tony ofc

asks you like, a thousand questions on what it's been living for so many years

he can relate to you in so many ways, being a country himself

although he still feels so young (he's only 245 years old after all)

england/arthur kirkland ♡

arthur became instantly intrigued by you, seeing as you were a witch

he knew a few things about magic too, so he thought you two could relate

however, the magic you knew blew whatever he's learned out of the water

forgetting his pride, he goes to you for help whenever he messes up a spell

he truly enjoys your presence and is so grateful that he was able to meet you

france/francis bonnefoy ♡

francis couldn't believe his eyes

he thought he knew you from before, a long, long time ago

with every question he asked you, the more curious he became

even if you were not the person he thought you were

he's still interested in your life, and your endless experiences

he's happy to share his with you, too

canada/matthieu williams ♡

shocked that you came up to him first

even more shocked that you thought he stood out from the crowd

he tries to get over it quickly so he can listen to what you have to say

when you tell mattie you're an immortal, a million questions come flooding to the forefront of his mind

he's excited, sure, but he's also a diplomat so he takes it step by step

he's just happy you entrusted him with this secret of yours

russia/ivan braginsky ♡

when you reveal to ivan that your upbringing was just as hard as his

he finds it within himself to sympathize with you, and comfort you

you do the same, after a while realizing that it might be better to focus on the good things in your lives

he reminisces with you about all the good times he has had in all the years he's been russia

and you let him talk, for you know that it's been a while since he's had anyone that wants to listen to him remember the happy things

china/yao wang ♡

there are very few things that scare yao, so you being a vampire does not faze him

he's seen a lot in his lifetime (he's old)

he'd rather you feast on blood away from the expensive silks he has in his home

scolds you for staying up late (no, he does not care that you're a vampire and that's just what you do)

he always has fun trying to guess which century you are from (you'll never tell him, even if guesses correctly)

˚✧ ₊˚ nordics headcanons

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headingalaxys-spicy · 4 months ago

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I've never read anyone write about a yandere with a lover who just unconditionaly loves them, so can we get just that? For the F.A.C.E fam (seperately), they were taking care of someone who they believed was getting in the way of their relationship. And then his love walked in on them, but instead of freaking out and booking it like any sane woman she just started frantically trying to hep out with the body and telling them to hurry up! Because she's not willing to lose them, even if it means becoming an accomplice of their crime.

Me: Ooooooh me like a challenge! Hope you like!

Warning: TW is kinda violent and mentions blood. So maybe not a read for everyone.

France

The Parisian air still held onto a little more warmth from the late summer sun. A few fireflies accompanied you on your way home. In your arms, you had plenty of sweets to pair with your decadent wines in the home that you and Francis shared, from Charlotte aux Framboises, Eclair geants, Pate de fruits framboise, freshly roasted hazelnuts & more. You wanted to show Francis you thought his affection toward you was sweet.

So dinner tonight be damned!

You wanted him to relax tonight & not have to worry about going to the shops to find the best ingredients for tonight's dish. The two of you could just be filled to the brim with sweets and be drunk off the wine and the-

You began to notice there were droplets of blood that got bigger as you approached your apartment.

‘No. No…He’s hurt!!!’ You almost drop all of your treats in your hassle to get to your lover. You burst open the door to see Francis’ clothes coated in blood. To your relief, it seemed not to be his but that of the overly flirtatious coworker from your magazine label you’d complained about to Francis before.

When Francis turned his head to see your figure, he was relieved momentarily to see your pleasant face. That moment was short-lived when he realized he would have to explain the gory scene before you. He was going to have to think of a palatable lie, beg, and-

“Darling! Darling!” You rush towards him and caress his face. It had a few droplets of the annoying mans blood on it mixing in with his sweat. You give him a kiss on the forehead & stare him dead in the eyes.

“How can you be so reckless, Mon Choue?” (My sweetie) You left a trail leading right to you!”

Very few people in this world could make Francis flustered as you had. Your reaction made him feel light as if he were in a daydream. You weren’t terrified. That means there was nothing he had to hide from you. There was a significant amount of solace that slowed down his quickly speeding heart.

“You don’t have to explain. I can put 2 & 2 together. But my love, we do have a narrative to create and tracks to cover~” You gently rubbed your nose to his. Your fingers rubbed his stubble as you now could be at ease now that one of your biggest pests had been taken care of.

“Yo…You’re not mad..or scared… or…”

You seal his lips with a satisfying pop.

“I’m not afraid, Mon Choue. I’ll help with the cleanup. I’m just somewhat concerned about….” Your eyes wandered back to the scarlet explosion that led you here. Francis's bright blues eagerly followed.

You utilized your IT skills to hack into the security cameras that monitored your apartment complex. You erased all of the footage that had Francis dragging that nuisance that had been plaguing your life for the past couple of months. You do the same for any other potential camera that might have held evidence of the murder.

You bleached the ground and the floors that had the red DNA discreetly. You loved your French man and would do anything to protect him. You assisted him in getting the body to the Seine River and attaching cinder blocks to the body bag so there wasn’t a likely chance it would resurface.

America

You’d been distracted by nostalgic video games like Nintendogs, Animal Crossing & other saccharine games of the like. It had been 7-hours since Alfred last texted you. That’s the longest he’d gone without sending you cute, witty texts, gifs, memes etc. You sent him another text at around 16:34. Your eyes stared longingly at the small rectangular screen.

“He must be super busy today, but he’ll text me soon.” You simply wanted him to be home already. You had DoorDashed pizza and burgers from his favorite local joint in case he was extra hungry. Your mind tries to refocus your attention on your video games but to no avail. Something felt off. You could feel unease rise in the pit of your stomach.

“Maybe I didn’t fill the pantry up enough for the weekend….” You slid on your slippers & made your way downstairs. As you passed the basement door you noticed it was slightly ajar.

“Hm? Could he be home already? I didn’t hear him come in….” You heard a few bumps & grunts from down below. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

‘He could be hurt! Or maybe an intruder!’ You quickly grab the hidden 9mm that was hidden beneath a secret compartment from the staircase. You pushed open the door and called out into the dimly lit place.

“Alfred! Alfred! Are you down here?”

The hairs on the back of Alfred’s neck stand up on high.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” He cursed under his breath. Alfred tried to hide the mutilated corpse of your creepy “friend” who was in your core friend group for some reason. He was the type that relentlessly flirted with you. What made it worse is the scumbag somehow had a fiance. Alfred believed that not only was he doing your relationship a favor but the entire world.

He just wasn’t prepared to unveil his darker yandere tendencies to you today. He hastily found a tarp to cover the body.

“Alfred! Alfred! Are you down here, babe?” Your footsteps cautiously descend the stairs. He could hear the concern in your voice, so he knew he had to answer. He swallowed hard and finally said:

“Yes, babe! I’m down here! Just uh….working on a project.” You picked up on the nervousness in Alfred’s voice. When your lover was finally in your sight, he jumped a little and stood in front of the table that had the body that was mostly covered by the tarp.

A dismembered arm had made a mushy ‘thud’ to the concrete floor. There was a pregnant silence that suffocated the both of you for a few moments. As your eyes and brain processed the scene that was before you. You broke out into a boisterous cackle.

“Oh my god Alfred! Who did you kill?” Still laughing. You knew when you started dating him he had some malevolent quirks hidden beneath his sunny & fun exterior but that’s why you adored him.

“You know that one asshole, Jason, who was a pest & flirted with you & always tried too hard to be around you and your friends.”

“Oh my god, yes! Finally! That creepy bastard is dead!” You rush over to him & embrace him warmly.

“Thank you, Alfred!” You gently peck his lips. You could tell from the sparkle in his deep blue hues that he was pleasantly surprised and relieved.

“You’re welcome Y/N.”

“I’ll help you with the body later. Just wash up. I DoorDashed us Pizza and Burgers. And you know those don’t taste great cold.” You give him a final peck on the lips before your phone alerts you that your food has arrived.

“See you upstairs, my love.~”

You shoot the body a couple of times to let out some of your former frustrations. You hated this guy as much as Alfred did. So assisting him with disposing of the body brought you a sadistic type of joy.

The two of you decide to dissolve the body in acid along with any of his personal items. No trace of him would be left in this world. It brought the two of you great joy when he appeared on unsolved mysteries years later.

Canada

The shovel quickly moved the mushy dirt aside. The freshly falling snowfall made it difficult for Matthew to keep up the momentum. He’d been at this for a few hours now. The sunlight was beginning to fade. Matthew still had a few more feet to dig before the gave could be acceptable. He had to ensure that the body of the pesky bus driver was where his body would never see the light of day ever again.

Matthew was a mile and a half out in the thick Acadian forest, where he shared a cabin with you.

He kept digging so he could secure a future with you. It was imperative to him that you were never to know of the heinous acts that he carried out. He wanted nothing more than to protect you and the relationship he cherished with you. That couldn’t happen if that bus driver continued to harass you on the daily. You came home every day stressed out. It hurt his heart when you came home frustrated about his not-so-subtle comments about your appearance.

Each night, you rambled on about how uncomfortable the interactions made you feel. Some days, you nearly broke down before him, but you quickly rushed to your room. You didn’t always feel comfortable constantly complaining to him. You hated burdening him this much since you knew he didn’t have a family that was incredibly attentive to him.

Some of Matthews's tears touched the snow while others slid down into his comfy red flannel. It was difficult for him to reconcile his flurry of feelings he had for you.

“Matthew! Matthew! Where are you?!” He heard your voice call out to him in the darkness. The light from your flashlight slowly approached him.

His heart turned into a brick of ice. You couldn’t see! You couldn’t know! He halted in his activities in an attempt to avoid being caught.

‘Oh, Y/N! Just go back home! I’m okay!’ The sound of your boots crunching on the fresh snow got closer. Matthew could see the light from your flashlight touch trees that were only a few feet away from him.

‘No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Go back Y/N! Go back!’ The fear of you leaving him gripped him intently. He’d have to harm you, possibly even prevent you from seeing the light of day. However, freeze mode kicked in, and he put his back against the large tree behind him. His grip on the shovel's handle tightened. He closed his eyes as he heard your voice from only three feet away. Matthew silently hoped that he and the body would turn invisible.

“Matthew! Matthew! Sweetheart, it’s getting late! What are you doing out here? Aren’t you cold? Aren’t you hungry? I have maple-flavored hot chocolate and dinner ready at home!” Hoping to entice him to come home with you.

You knew something was off when you saw the supply closet door was wide open & drops of red had been scattered in various places all over your home. You worried about him being injured from hunting or playing hockey. Either way, you were determined to find out. The large boot prints led you directly to him since you’d made it out in time before the snow began to cover up his tracks. You crouched down to Matthews's level as he cowered beneath the tree. Tears were streaming down his face as he held the shovel close to his chest.

“Matthew! Thank god! There you are!” You tried to remove the shovel from his hands so you could give him a proper hug.

“No! Y/N NO!” He shouted in defense.

“Mattie, honey…..” You swept aside some of his wavy blonde hair and stroked his freezing cheeks.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I….” He sniffed a few times before he continued. “I…” Choking on more tears. “If I …tell you… you won’t love me anymore!” Matthew began to bawl his eyes out as you took stock of the surrounding area. Your flashlight caught a glimpse of the lifeless body of that asshole bus driver. Relief took you over as you finally understood.

So you began to laugh.

Matthew was caught off guard by your positive reaction. His tears began to stop flowing.

“You’re …you’re not angry?”

“HA! HA! Hell no! You just got rid of a major nuisance to me hahaha!” Your shiny (eye color) orbs met with his reddened violet hues. You give him a reassuring peck on the forehead.

“Come now! Let’s burn the body and spread the ashes in a lake.”

Matthew is over the moon, knowing he doesn’t have to hide his dark side from you. You assist him in getting rid of the blood stains, trail, and all signs of struggle. You’d do anything for your teddy bear boyfriend's soon-to-be husband.

England

The fine China clinked satisfyingly as you set it out in its perfect places on the table. You were prepping for your late evening tea, which you and Arthur enjoyed doing together. You loved hearing about his day, what new book caught his fancy at the library or the bookstore. You were almost done prepping the various homemade jams. You looked over your shoulder to see how much more time was left before your cookies were done. It read 2:30. The mix of sweet shortbread & chocolate morsels mixing together was intoxicating.

You were eager to see Arthur’s reaction to your perfected recipe.

Your eyes wandered to the shed, where a light had been on for the last few hours. It shined brightly against the darkened grass.

“Hmmm. I wonder what Arthur could be doing in there. Maybe he’s doing some more occult stuff.” You heard thunder begin to roll in from the distance. Just then, a bolt of lightning struck across the midnight blue sky. Tiny droplets of rain began to pelt the kitchen window.

Finally, your beloved British man emerged from the shed. He looked a little more disheveled than usual. You wondered if he was actually able to summon a demon that he wasn’t capable of controlling. You heard his Oxfords climb the wooden steps that reached the backdoor.

“Welcome back, Arthur dear~” As you said that, you heard him jump a little right as he rushed past the kitchen and into the laundry room.

The timer had gone off.

Your cookies were done. As you went to retrieve them, Arthur finally responded to you from the laundry room.

“Ah! Yes, hello, Y/N, love!” He is not doing a great job of hiding the nervousness in his voice. Concerned, you take off your oven mitts & follow the muddy tracks that you noticed have curious red spots within them.

“Arthur, are you alright? Did you injure yourself, my love?” Anxiety pierced your heart, and you wondered if you needed to be prepared to rush him to the hospital. When you got to the laundry room, you saw Arthur hunched over the laundry basket. He’d already taken off his sweater that had blood tainting 65% of it, and He was just about to undo his button-up shirt, which wasn’t spared from being touched by the scarlet.

“Y/N!” He jumped like a frightened cat that came face to face with an angry bulldog.

“Arthur, what’s wrong, dear? Did you get hurt??!!” Worried and finally catching his bright green eyes. You scanned the rest of his clothing to see that blood you assumed had been splattered all over them.

“No, I’m not hurt love..just….” He really didn't want to tell you the truth. His eyes hung down to the bright white tiles of the laundry room floor.

You walked closer to him and took his pale, clammy face in your hand. You stroked his cheek gently to reassure him. You gingerly brought your hand to his chin and made your eyes connect sincerely.

“Arthur, if it’s something serious…. You have to tell me. We’re lovers. We’re a team. That comes with unwavering trust.” The words that came from you made his heart flutter and sink at the same time like a lifevest being attached to a heavyweight. There was the fear that you would leave him and be afraid. Arthur knew he’d have to keep you quiet by reconditioning you and erasing your memories. Then came the comfort he no longer had to hide his far more morbid side. You loved him for him and all of him.

“Arthur….” He could tell that you were becoming somewhat impatient.

“Okay…okay..” He grabbed both of your hands to prevent you from running away & for emotional support. Arthur dragged in a deep breath before he blurted out:

“I killed Dan! That stupid wanker who kept making passes at you! I hated how he always managed to put his phone number on the side of your coffee cup! I hate how he stalks your social media! And has the bloody fucking audacity to try and stalk you!”

Your expression was unreadable for a moment until you let out a long sigh of repose.

“If that’s really all, then you’ve just made my life a thousand times easier.” You peck him on his lips and tussle his wet hair.

“I love you, Arthur, but we will have to…” You looked at the blood that was on your hand. “Make sure all the evidence is gone. I’ll draw you up a bath & mop up the floor.”

With that, you disappeared from his view, whistling a happy tune as you worked out some creative alibis in your mind.

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appleandsnow · 9 months ago

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Francis and hairties

Au contraire to popular belief, Francis was a laid-back person; preferring to spend his days cooking warm, hearty stews and meals, or, on other days, reading.

It was soothing.

He was soothing.

He calls for you from the kitchen and you're only too happy to check in on him.

"Darling, i need a hair tie"

"Got it"

It was a rare thing for Francis to forget to tie his hair back but now that he had, you stand on your toes to reach up and tie it back.

"Thank you, sweet one"

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darkwaltz-blog · 2 years ago

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Hello! Could you write allies with a girlfriend, who is easily aroused and has a lot of sexual desire?

ALLIES X S/O WITH A LOT OF SEXUAL DESIRE.

Warning: +18 content.

Sorry for the slow updates, I've been a bit busy the last few weeks. But I'm finally here again! ^^

Arthur Kirkland [England]

He's too proud to admit it, but he loves the idea that his S/O is always craving his touch, somehow it makes him feel wanted and boosts his ego.

Arthur has quite a few fantasies and hidden desires, but due to how busy he is, he never pays enough attention to them. An S/O with a high libido helps him a lot to be himself sexually. In the depths of the mind of the distinguished English gentleman, there is an evil being who enjoys subjecting his partner to punishment and obedience games.

If his partner tries to provoke him in public, Arthur blushes terribly as he quietly scolds her to stop. From there, your partner has two paths to choose from:

-If you stop, he will thank you and gently take your hand and place it in his lap.

-If you continue, prepare to be punished when you get home, suffering from the denial of your orgasm while your sadistic boyfriend insults you with the dirtiest language you have ever heard.

Francis Bonnefoy [France]

Francis would love to have a partner who is easily aroused. He knows how to show his love in different ways, but his preferred love language will always be physical.

He is a great connoisseur in sexual matters, he is a know-it-all who will always be above his partner in this regard.

He is a fan of communication. Since before starting the relationship, he has had a conversation with his partner where limits are set. He hates making his partner uncomfortable.

He loves when his partner is the one who initiates the intimate moments, the feeling of being needed turns him on instantly.

He is aware of how easy it is to stimulate his S/O, he loves to tease her with naughty comments or touches, and as soon as she gets turned on, Francis ignores her for a moment just to see her necessary reaction.

If his partner can't speak French, he whispers obscenities in his mother tongue just because he likes to see his S/O's confused face.

Alfred F. Jones [America]

Alfred doesn't have that high a sex drive, but he wouldn't mind having a partner who does. He loves physical contact, and he is someone with a lot of energy, and he shows it a lot in sex.

This boy is usually quite unaware of what is happening around him, most of the time his partner must be very direct with him and tell him what he wants.

He would enjoy watching his partner slip between his legs while he plays video games. He loves it when his S/O surprises him at random times and shows how much he wants his attention.

Alfred is usually very careless with his partner, he doesn't realize that traveling from one place to another doing different things takes him away from his affective responsibilities. His partner should have a talk where she discusses her main needs that she wants to be satisfied by him. It is best to be clear with Alfred if you want to get anywhere.

Ivan Braginski [Russia]

Ivan is very nervous about having an S/O with a huge sexual appetite. He is quite naive in this type of subject, but he works hard to reach the same level of experience as his partner. He is someone who learns fast.

This man is hungry for affection, he doesn't care if the only way to receive it is sexually.

Ivan is someone with a lot of insecurities. There are times when his mind fills with pessimistic thoughts that discourage him and make him paranoid: "If I always do the same thing with her, will she get bored with me?", "If I don't spend the time she wants, will she get someone else?", "does she love me or just wants me to have sex?"

Despite everything, he is someone quite accommodating, his partner only needs to tell him that she is eager to be touched, and he will devote his full attention to her.

He is extremely bad at understanding hints and double meanings. If one day his partner sits on his lap and starts kissing him (with obvious intentions of having sex), Ivan will think that his S/O just wants a cuddle and kiss session; he will limit himself to that unless his beloved tells him what she wants.

Matthew Williams [Canada]

Matthew is grateful to have a partner with a high sexual desire. Many people may see him as disinterested in such matters, but he has so many desires that he is eager to let it flow only with the person he loves.

He may seem like an innocent person, but once his partner gives him notice of how much he wants to be touched, the introverted Canadian turns into a complete stranger who won't stop until he takes her lover's breath away.

His stamina for sex is impressive, and this is even more evident when he receives praise from his partner. She just needs to tell him what a good boy he is, to get him turned on again. He lives for praise!

He loves that his partner is able to be easily aroused as he is too and is always in the mood to cater to his partner's sexual needs as well as himself. He doesn't mind that this happens in the least appropriate places, since he is not ashamed to freely express his sexual life.

Yao Wang [China]

Yao has been in existence for quite a few years, he has run into countless people. Meeting someone with a high libido would not be a surprise to him, however, it would still take work tailored to a relationship with such a partner.

He would have a lot of trouble adjusting to a relationship where his partner has a large sexual appetite. This man has lived for a long time, and many of the old customs have inadvertently stayed with him, based on that, Yao makes clear to his mistress certain conditions such as limiting any sexual proposals to the bedroom.

Yao is often embarrassed by many things, and her partner's continual sexual advances are included.

He's a fan of cute things, and seeing his darling blushing and panting under him is one of the most adorable sights he's ever seen, he tries so hard not to break down seeing his partner in that state.

#hetalia allies #hetalia axis powers #hetalia #hetalia x reader #america x reader #russia x reader #england x reader #france x reader #china x reader #canada x reader #matthew williams #francis bonnefoy #ivan braginsky #yao wang #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #hetalia headcanons

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midnightlee25 · 1 year ago

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Random Yandere Headcanons: Having a virgin darling (France/Francis Bonnefoy)

He is over the moon about having the honor of being their first with anything let alone being their first in the bedroom.

He will make sure everything is perfect while also making sure they have the best time they have ever had.

He does go over the top with it however it does turn into a very sweet moment with just him and his darling. (Even if it’s the last thing he does.)

After the deed is done, his darling won’t have to worry about a single thing since he will have anything they could need already set up.

This will be another sweet step into solidifying their bond, linking them together forever.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #france hetalia #hetalia #yandere hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #yandere francis bonnefoy #yandere france #francis bonnefoy #aph france x reader #aph france

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worldheadcanons · 2 years ago

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Could you do the allies confessing to their crush? Something super fluffy ｡◕‿◕｡

☆ the allies: confessing to their crush!

starring. . . gender neutral, country! reader and england, america, france, china, + russia. warning for brief mentions of gore + murder (horror movie stuff) under russia’s part.

author notes; i wrote some of this on a plane at 3 am and i’m sorry if it shows through. live laugh love country!reader concepts. I know it wasn’t apart of the original ask but it felt necessary (i wanted to add it).

arthur kirkland!

— when he first fell for you, he had tried to ignore his feelings. so what if his heart skipped a beat whenever you complimented his proposals? you were just coworkers. just two people who attended the same meetings, talked often after said meetings, made coffee for each other, smiled and laughed together... just two coworkers. that’s all you ever were and all you ever would be. at least, that’s what kirkland thought at first.

— obviously, the ‘ignore and forget’ method didn’t work out for him. after a week or so he woke up and smelled the roses, realizing that his feelings weren’t going anywhere. arthur started to try and flirt with you at the office, complimenting your outfits and holding every door he could for you. francis never failed to tease him over his attempts at wooing you.

— he went on for weeks, lightly flirting and pining over you. kirkland could be cowardly when it came to affairs of the heart. he was never a romantic man, even when he was an empire. he feared your rejection more than anything, refusing to take you out on a date even though he spoke of you all the time. during a meeting one day, francis glanced from the englishman to you and then back at him. when you were out of earshot the frenchman whispered to arthur that if he didn’t grow up and ask you out, bonnefoy would ask you out instead. he couldn’t be sure if it was a joke or not, but there was no way in hell he’d let francis ask you out. the mere possibility of it kicked kirkland into gear. after the meeting had been dismissed, he pulled you to the side.

— he gently took your hands into his, as if he was about to say his vows. “y/n, i’ve been interested in you for quite some time,” arthur began, one hand going to the back of his neck as his gaze turned downwards. “i was wondering if we could meet up somewhere.. for a date, i mean.” it was awkward and slightly uncomfortable for him, but for you this was a dream come true. all this time he had scarcely noticed that you had been flirting back at him. you’d laugh a little too much at his stupid, sarcastic jokes. you'd find various excuses to talk to him directly during general meetings. you had picked up on his flirting early on and quickly reciprocated. every doubt about your feelings existed only in his mind.

— “i’d love that, arthur. how about some food from my country? i know this place that i think you’ll like,” you replied, smiling at the man in front of you. you brushed your thumbs across his knuckles. arthur grinned at your response, cheeks flushed pink. there you were, holding hands in the dim corner of an office corridor… and it felt like heaven, really. the two of you made plans to go out the same night, eager to spend time together outside of the office.

— perhaps francis, being the country of love, had noticed the relationship issues you two were having. perhaps he had simply just wanted to bother the british man. either way, you made a note to yourself to thank him for his involvement in getting you two together.

alfred f. jones!

— classic case of ‘they fell first but he fell harder’. much harder. you had a huge crush on him previously. looking back, it wasn’t too foolish. you were a relatively smaller country and even though you weren’t new, you were still getting your bearings down. you were a beginner in many aspects and yet here he was, this grand country with lots of power and influence. you couldn’t help but fall for alfred. he was the american dream, literally. and the thing was, he was younger than you!

— your crush was completely innocent, albeit a bit embarrassing. jones didn’t even notice it until matthew pointed out to him. at the time, he didn’t feel the same way. he wasn’t cruel, but he did let you know that he didn’t reciprocate those feelings. he didn’t want to lead you on, is all. your feelings didn’t die out but you decided not to act on them. things between the two of you evened our after that. months later, though, alfred started to look at you in a more.. romantic.. light. when you would talk to other powers like arthur or especially ivan, he’d feel.. oddly jealous. when you’d ask about his proposals his heart would beat faster while he answered. whenever he made you laugh, he’d feel like the luckiest man alive… yea, he had fallen flat on his face in love with you.

— once he realized he was in love, he began to flirt. jones wasn’t exactly the most subtle of flirts. the whole point of flirting was to catch attention, wasn’t it? so that’s what he did. he went out of his way to help you whenever he could, flashing you a charming grin as he did so. once he got an opportunity to show off his muscles, something he was happy about. he even ended up letting you touch them. alfred had no issue asking you out to lunch, sneakily taking your hand into his as he leads you to some cool, new lunch spot he’s been hearing about.

— his only issue was the fact that he’d rejected you before.. he worried that you were no longer interested. jones knew that you liked him as a person, otherwise you wouldn’t have hung out with him like you have been for the past few weeks. he just couldn’t be sure. still, he really liked you. after a bit of internal debate, he decided to just ask you out. it couldn’t hurt, really. the worst you could say was no. no risk, no reward. alfred tried to keep those thoughts in mind as he ate with you on your now routine lunch break dates. well.. not real a date, but the idea was there.

— “so, y/n,” he began, eating some fries before continuing on, “what would you say.. if a certain hero, not naming names.. wanted to ask you out on a date sometime. if this hero asked you out for dinner and dancing on.. say saturday? would you say yes?” jones offered you a smile. it was slightly sheepish but mostly cute. his boyish charm worked to his advantage, making your heart melt. he was like a human puppy.

— you chuckled before replying, “i would say yes. but he’s paying for the full thing.” he pouted at that but you were stubborn with your terms. it was the least he could do considering how long he had you pining after him!

francis bonnefoy!

— your country and his were in the middle of making major economic deals. you had lots of resources and bonnefoy seemed to want them. it was for that reason and that reason only that you had ever given the man your phone number. you were hoping to discuss things in detail over the phone. unfortunately, francis seemed to call you to talk about everything but proper terms to your proposed deal. he’d always ask about your day first before launching into his own day and giving you a play by play on every event he found significant. it was frustrating, however, since you were a smaller country you couldn’t exactly force him into thinking about work.

— you were well aware that on the other side of the line, bonnefoy would be laid in bed, twirling his hair and kicking his feet. his love for you was a love meant for youth. it was freeing, feeling this sort of love at his age. he felt giggly just hearing your voice, despite the fact that you mostly gave one word responses to him. he was, as alfred and matthew liked to put it, whipped. he was whipped for you. other countries started to pick up on this fact, realizing that he barely flirted with anyone anymore. francis only ever spoke of you, a lovesick smile on his face as he did so. you were aware of his feelings but no one was aware of yours. you had grown fond of the frenchman’s personality, occasionally finding yourself smiling and when you heard his voice on the phone.

— he had to ask you out and confess his undying love. he just had to. he couldn’t call himself the country of love if he didn’t. so he called you up in the morning one day, asking you to come over for dinner. at first, you refused to budge, claiming it to be a waste of time. however, once bonnefoy promised to read over your proposals, you sung a different tune. a free dinner couldn’t hurt. plus, it would be nice to taste the man’s cooking. you’d heard from your neighboring countries that he was a great chef.

— so, that’s how you ended up in francis’ dining room that evening. you had brought a stack of legal papers to go through but they remained tucked away in your bag. you didn’t want any sort of mess to get on them. he set down a crisp white napkin over your lap before bringing the food. it smelled divine as he brought it out, something you didn’t neglect to comment on. once bonnefoy sat down you picked up your fork and eagerly began eating, humming in satisfaction at the taste. noticing your joy, he smiled. the frenchman commenced conversation with the same question he always asked. ‘how was your day?’. you answered with a short, ‘good’. then he sighed, rather dramatically in your opinion.

— “i cannot hide it anymore, ma cheri*. i am in love with you! i love you as the tides love the moon and bees love honey. i need you more than i could ever want you and i already want you for all time! i spend my days yearning for your touch and—“ francis went on, proudly declaring his love to you. he probably would’ve kept going if you hadn’t cut him off with the sound of your laughter. you tried to keep yourself formal but you eventually ended up full on snort-laughing.

— “you were trying to hide it? bonnefoy, i could hear you giggling over the phone. it was never that much of a secret.”

— he gasped. “i pour my heart out to you and this is how you respond?” he exclaimed, one hand going to his chest to cover his heart. “you’re so cruel!”

— “oh please. you like it,” you replied knowingly, taking another bite of your food. this was your way of reciprocating his feelings without actually saying you liked him. you were sure if you did say it outright he’d get a big head about it, something you didn’t want to deal with.

— he chuckled a little, nodding his head in agreement. “i do.” he finished his meal and wiped his mouth before speaking. he then did something that made your heart flutter. he smiled at you and then said, “let‘s go over those proposals.” finally the work would get done. how romantic.

yao wang!

— the two of you were already close friends. it started a long while ago when you came to work completely dejected. when asked about it, you immediately spilled about your most recent breakup. instead of telling you his honest feelings about how tragically, humans and personifications could never truly be together, wang held you close and reassured you that your true love was her to be found. humans were plentiful. you were a capable person, smart too. you’d find someone to connect with. at the time you were a smaller country, so you were in awe that a power such as him would bother comforting you.

— now though, you were a bigger country with more resources. you produced a lot of oil, so many other countries were interested in discussing things with you. you couldn’t even begin to count the amount of times you’ve had to reject invitations from countries like arthur or francis. the same countries that wouldn’t give you a second thought when you were younger. were now desperate to get on your good side. yao remained a good friend of yours, someone who was genuine with you. the two of you had both grown in many ways. one way you hadn’t grown, though, was in romance.

— you sighed dramatically as you plopped down onto wang’s couch. you had invited yourself over and as soon as he saw your face, he knew he was in for a long night. he idly handed you a small tub of your favorite ice cream and a spoon, humming as he flipped through the television channels to find something appropriate. yao kept a small supply of your favorite foods ever since he’d given you a key to his place. you took a huge scoop and stuck it in your mouth, stretching out so that your head was in his lap.

— “i just don’t know what i’m doing wrong!” you exclaimed after eating the scoop. the relationship had lasted barely three months. “he said i was ‘nice’ but ‘emotionally absent’. bullshit! i gave him my heart, you know?” sure, you had avoided him a few times and maybe you weren’t the most.. there.. all the time.. it’s not like you liked someone else though! you were dating him!

— you had started to tear up and wang simply wiped away your tears. “you do deserve better,” he murmured. he let you sit for a while, gently comforting you as you cried and ate. after you had settled a bit, finishing your tub of ice cream, yao quietly asked you a question. “have you ever considered… dating another country?”

— “nope,” you sighed out, “when i was younger it seemed unrealistic. no countries really paid attention to me. now if they talk to me they’re only after my oil.” you looked up at him from where you were in his lap, his honey brown eyes looking back at you with the same amount of interest.

— he nodded his head gently in understanding before curtly replying with a sly smile.. “not me.”

— “you’re right, not you.. but you’re not interested in me.”

— “but i am,” wang replied softly. one hand of his went to run through your hair. it was a familiar action but it had different connotations now. connotations you didn’t particularly dislike.. connotations you.. maybe were fond of. your heart swelled at the thoughts you were having. maybe you’d liked him the whole time and just didn’t think in it— it would surely explain why your ex said you weren’t emotionally engaged.

— “you are?” you asked just to confirm what you already knew. your face had turned slightly red by this point.

— “i am,” he repeated, chuckling softly at your reaction. not the smoothest confession he’d given but really, he couldn’t bare to see you date another human, another person in general. he wanted to be your next and final boyfriend. it’s not a sudden feeling for yao. it’s one that silently had built up over the years.. a feeling that he was sharing with you now.

— “why didn’t you say so sooner? i could’ve avoided so many break ups!” you exclaimed out after a few moments of quiet. he shrugged playfully before leaning down to kiss your nose. “you owe me so much! you know how many shitty guys i’ve dated! how long have you liked me?” you questioned him and he only laughed, shaking his head. “ugh yao! you’re lucky you’re cute!”

ivan braginsky!

— you and mr. braginsky had never been truly close. he was your northern neighbor, sure, but you had barely spoken to the man up until a few months ago at a meeting. he had proposed some sort of idea and, though he was a power, barely anyone payed attention to it. however, once you, a medium sized country with valuable military resources, co-signed on the idea, people seemed to pay attention more. it wasn’t an immediate yes to his proposal but it was better than being ignored. you couldn’t be bothered now to remember the details but ever since then the two of you had grown into an odd pair of friends, even going as far as to meet up outside of work.

— it was obvious to everyone else that he liked you. somehow you never managed to catch on, despite his best efforts. others would hint at it to you but you never connected the dots. you were far too focused all the work that being a country naturally entailed— it was admirable but at the same time, unfortunate, considering you also harbored a crush on him. the two of you simply never spoke about it so it was unrequited in both of your minds. ivan decided that day that he’d take you out to a horror slasher movie late after work. it was a movie he had been wanting to see for a while. plus, according to the internet, blood and guts made people feel all.. kissey. he wasn’t sure if that was true or not though.

— though you found ghostface hot, you didn’t particularly enjoy the horror genre outside of that. still, you decided to say yes to his invitation and accompany him to the movies that night. braginsky picked you up from your house as he often did. when you arrived, he held your hand in his as you both walked in and purchased tickets. you were able to score good seats in the back, something that made you grin. you bought the popcorn and he bought the drinks, effectively splitting the bill.

— the movie began and, really, it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. it was worse. you jumped a lot, clinging onto ivan’s arm and shoving more popcorn into your mouth as the protagonist watched her friend get sawed in half. every time you squeezed his arm, you’d half-glance over at him and apologize under your breath. it was terrifying but you couldn’t look away!

— there was a part in the movie where the protaganist’s boyfriend got ruthlessly killed by a chainsaw. you held onto him closely during this part, shrinking into your chair. ivan kept his focus on the screen but gently patted your head, “if it was me and you, i’d never get killed. i’d be there for you.”

— “how romantic,” you said almost sarcastically, chuckling. your laughter had nervous undertones. “save that for your girlfriend.”

— “i don’t have a girlfriend,” he replied quietly. things went silent for a few moments, save for the sounds of the movie, before he spoke up again. “i’d like to have you, though. we’d make a great couple.”

— you turned your head away from the sceeen, completely missing the part where the protagonist found out the identity of the serial killer that was after her. instead of watching the movie, you looked up at ivan who looked down at you with a small, awkward smile. you asked him if he had just asked you out. he nodded in response. you asked him if he meant it. again, he nodded. you finally asked him if he wanted to kiss. he eagerly nodded on that.

— the two of you kissed in the back of the move theater, not minding the fact that both of you were missing the movie ending. the kisses weren’t passionate but rather childish, as if you were simply getting acquainted to each other’s lips. it was dark and you two were quiet for the most part, so you wouldn’t disturb anyone. every other couple was probably kissing anyways. ivan supposed it was true. something about blood and guts really did make people kissey.

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siren-serenity · 1 year ago

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the ways i say "i love you" 🌈

characters: francis bonnefoy (france), gn!reader warnings: fluff, romance a/n: - bro i love francis so much, you have no idea (i think i have a thing for french ppl cough cough francis cough cough rook hunt) - some scenes might be a bit suggestive so you have been warned! - the reader is taking up a more 'dom' role in the relationship while francis takes the 'sub' role - feedback is appreciated!

cooking for you after a tiring day at work

francis bonnefoy's eyes brighten as he hears the door unlock and familiar footsteps echoing in the house. he continues to stir the food in the pan, smiling to himself as he hears the satisfying hisses from the searing heat. the appetizing smell of dinner wafts in the air and an appreciative groan escapes your lips as you turn a curve and spy your lovely boyfriend merrily cooking. you lean against the doorframe, crossing your arms. he turns around and you stifle a laugh at his choice of the apron. "kiss the cook," it reads and you hum before slipping an arm around his waist before pulling him close. your lips land on his and francis lets out a stifled moan. your tongue slips out to lick the bottom part of his lips and francis doesn't even resist before opening his mouth and your lips curve into a smirk as you do so. the beeping of the oven interrupts your lovely make-out session and you let out a groan of despair. francis stifles a laugh as he brings out the steaming hot dishes from the oven and sets the table. you follow his lead, making sure that you helped your lover because it would simply be rude to let him do everything. you watched from the corner of your eyes as he flicked off the switches professionally and poured the sauce into bowls. everything he did was efficient and quick - something you admired about him. "bon appetit, ma cherie," he murmurs before pressing a quick kiss to your lips and sitting next to you on the table. his thigh brushes against yours teasingly as you lift a spoonful of his cooking into your mouth - letting out a moan. "delicious," you hum before eating it even more. francis's deep blue eyes shine at your compliment. you smirk as you say your next words, humming after another spoonful. "and i'm not just talking about the cooking, my love." francis almost chokes and you quickly bring him a glass of water in a hurry.

arranging a bouquet for you (featuring his best friend Angleterre)

"oh for tea's sake," arthur eyes francis as the frenchman pulls him into the flower shop. almost immediately, the pollen scent and vibrant colors assault him and arthur had to blink a couple of times before watching as he almost lost francis in the flowershop. "oh for god's sake- francis, wait! y/n's is going to kil me if i lose you!" francis only let out a cheeky laugh before diving between the rows of flowers, taking a couple of scents to admire their freshness before moving on. "a camellia because it was destiny that brought us together; forget-me-nots for eternal memories; belleflower for gratitude; primroses for youthful love; gloxinias for love at first sight," francis murmurs to himself as he gathers flowers in his arms. in a way, it reminds him of a bride choosing the flowers for their bridal bouquet and francis couldn't help the wistful dreams popping in his mind. "honeysuckles for domestic happiness and devoted affection; roses for passionate love..." "there you are!" arthur cries out, grabbing onto francis's signature purple cloak and tugging him to the counter. he didn't even have a proper look at the bouquet yet; after centuries of knowing the blond, arthur knows ten minutes is more than enough for the frenchman to gather a lively bouquet. finally, they made it to the counter and francis sets down his bouquet before bringing out his wallet. "that looks like a very...unique bouquet," arthur comments, eyeing the bouquet. it doesn't look like a normal bouquet at all; it has a diversity of flowers ranging from francis's fleur-de-lis to roses. francis only laughs in delight after grabbing his bouquet from the worker. he hugs it to his chest and takes a deep breath, smiling at the scent of the flowers. "isn't it, mon ami? i'm sure y/n will love it!" as francis continues to ramble about the meanings of the flowers he had chosen, arthur couldn't help the bittersweet smile grow on his face from his friend's happiness. although he may squabble and fight with francis, the frenchman was one of his closest friends. and to see him so happy gave arthur hope for his future too. "come on, you tea-obsessed jerk! y/n is waiting for me!" "why you- get here, frog!"

waking you up gently (and failing most of the time)

"mhmm, y/n," francis shakes you awake but you simply groan and lift the blankets over you. he fondly rolls his eyes and straddles your waist. he leans in and his blond locks fall from behind his ears to tickle your chin. suddenly, a mischievous idea brews in his mind. francis shakes his head, giggling as his blond hair sway from side to side and tickles your cheeks. "francis," you groan and an arm slithers around francis's waist to pull him closer. one blink later and francis finds himself being spooned by you, surrounded by your addictive scent and heat. your arms circling around his waist, pulling him closer. "sleep, mon ange." his heart flutters at your use of his language; he could never get enough of that. he shuffles around, facing you and his hand comes up to brush the hair out of your eyes. "you need to wake up," he murmurs and you just slowly blink. "don't you have work?" you let out a frustrated groan before tugging him closer. francis let out a tiny squeak as you sit up, pulling him into your lap. his legs instinctively wrap around your waist; he was sitting on your lap and his face was dangerously close to yours. you leaned in, pressing kisses to his collarbone, where his overlarge shirt had slipped. francis clenched his eyes as he resists the urge to kiss you. he had to be logical-......and his heart almost stopped when you used your hand to tilt his chin so his deep blue eyes met yours. you gave him a lazy smirk. "i'm the ceo; i think i can afford to skip a day off work." "b-but..." "you can tell me to stop," you murmur in between kisses. francis only groans and thumps his head against yours, revealing that he, in fact, has no intentions of making you stop. his grip on your biceps tighten. "give me a couple of seconds to call ludwig," he mutters before groaning when your lips kiss the sensitive part of his neck. "i'll only give you five," your hands trailed down his body before reluctantly letting francis go so he could call. the last thing francis heard before leaving the room was your husky voice. "after that, i don't think i can hold back."

#hetalia #francis bonnefoy #francis bonnefoy x reader #france #hws france #francis bonnefoy scenarios #fluff #romance

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