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Dual Fate - France x F!Reader

Fandom: Hetalia Word Count: 2,164

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Warnings/disclaim: general Angst if you choose the sad ending

Author’s Note: Originally posted on DeviantArt, under the same username, on 11/05/2013, different endings were posted on 11/06/2016. Word count includes main story and both endings. Revamped/edited in 2020.

To make it not as much as a hassle with posting, both endings are just here. You can read both or just one. Pick your poison.

___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person

Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.

Story under cut

He spotted her running from the taxi as the rain poured down making him smile. ___ entered her favorite café, his café. Francis took a deep breath and tied back his hair the way she likes it. Today was the day Francis was going to tell ___ he loves her. He had to get to know her better, even if it meant rejection. He had her usual breakfast ready.

Every time he tried to ask ___ out, she'd get an excuse and leave. He asked around to figure out why. The reason being that she’s never had a boyfriend and knows Francis is a player and doesn't wait to get played. For the past 6 months, Francis stopped seeing all his normal hookups, stopped going to clubs, and mainly focused on her. All in hopes to get a chance just to date her.

He watched her unhappy face turn into a smile from the smell of the café. The smell of bread, eggs, chocolate, coffee, and fresh pastries.

"Morning Francis,” she smiled at him, as she put her stuff down at her normal table. His butterflies started to whirl. Her soft plump lips curved to show her dimples and her eyes slightly crinkled from the true smile. He stood there like an idiot with a dreamy smile. "Hello, Francis?" She giggled and poked his cheek.

He shook his head. "Morning, ma chère." He mentally slapped himself, she makes him act so out of character it even threw him.

"Can I get my usual?"

"Of course, anything else?"

"You were out of blueberry crumble yesterday. Got any today?"

"I made a fresh sheet this morning just for you, they also have a surprise in the middle."

"I love it when you cook something different."

"Do you want one?"

"Oh, Francis you know me better than that don't you?"

He laughed. "Two blueberry crumble cake pieces coming right up. Ohonon~!" She giggled then started organizing her backpack and her messenger bag.

He sighed, she was lovely, her damp hair was clinging to her face. He ran off the kitchen to get her usual. He peered through the kitchen door, balancing her plates on his arm. Waiting for her to go to the restroom like she does every morning. She grabbed her backpack and walked to the bathroom. As soon as she was in the restroom, Francis went to her table quickly. He laid down her hash brown where he formed two eggs as eyes and bacon for the hair and sausage for the mouth. He placed the hot chocolate and pieces of blueberry crumble down. Then he put a letter under her book. The letter had his confession and an explanation of everything on his mind for these past 6 months.

Thankfully the café was slow, meaning he could join her for breakfast. ___ came here every other morning. Every Friday she stayed longer, until about lunchtime, because she didn't work on weekends at all. On Saturdays and Sundays, she went to the gym, then came to his café, if she finished her book, then she’d go to the library then come back to the café to read and relax before heading home. Needless to say, Francis knew her schedule inside and out. He also loved weekends because of how much he got to see her and talk to her if it wasn't busy of course. Today, though, it was raining, business was usually slow during the rain.

The flirting between both of them had been going steady for a good 4 months and he wasn't going to chicken out anymore. He sat down across from the place he had set up for her.

"Oh, Francis!" She beamed from ear to ear. "This is so cute! I might just not eat it until my friend shows up to show him!"

Francis' smile quickly faded, guy-friend, coming here? He quickly put on a fake smile. "I am okay if you want to show off my skills but it'd be a shame for it to get cold." He was trying so hard not to twitch, had he waited too long?

"My friend will be here at any moment. I will definitely show it off!" She giggled with happiness.

"You've never brought a friend in before. Special occasion?" Francis was trying to keep his cool.

She blushed slightly. "Not really. Just hanging out with him. Oh, there he is!"'

’Why was she blushing? Can I even look at this "friend" of hers?’ Francis’ thoughts were raging with many emotions at once.

"Matt," she waved, "over here." The Canadian boy turned with a shy and unsure look.

Francis' whole world stopped. His little brother. What was Matt doing with his ___ today? How did they even meet? Francis’ heart was racing and almost contracting with pain.

"Matt, this is Francis, my favorite cook in the whole world!" She gusted to him; his eyes stayed on the floor.

"Oh, hey bro," Matt whispered.

"Brother?" ___ looked between them quickly. "You two are related?"

"Francis, he raised me. I was going to tell you I knew him but I couldn't figure out how too." Matt was still looking down. ___'s face flushed.

"Hello, brother," Francis whispered with a broken look on his face...

Sad

Matt’s eyes scanned Francis’, with an apologetic face.

“So, you’re ___’s friend. What are you guys doing today?” Francis forced a smile, which Matt could sense, almost making him flinch.

“Well, Matt asked me out on a date. So I’m not sure what we’re doing today.” ___ smiled at Matt as she said so.

“So, you asked her out?” Francis dropped his fake facade.

“Yeah,” Matt whispered before sitting next to her.

“Well, then I’ll let you two enjoy breakfast.” Francis stood up. “I’ll get you maple syrup and pancakes, okay Matt?”

“Thank you,” he whispered before giving his brother another apologetic look.

After numbly making the pancakes and giving them to Matthew. Francis rested his hands onto the counter, trying not to cry. He loves ___, he loves Matt. Of course, Matt likes her, she’s so cute and shy, just like him. Matt only learned of Francis’ love interest yesterday, walking in as he was writing the letter to her. There’s no way Matt could have known; there’s no way Francis could have known. They never talked to each other about crushes and love interest.

Francis froze. “I have to get that letter before she reads it.” He said to himself, before getting them fresh refreshments. He rushed and got the drinks to them, unfortunately, another customer came in and he had to take and make that order.

By the time he was done, they were gone. With money on top of the letter, for their meal. There was more there than necessary. He pocketed the money; he could feel his tears welling up.

“I’m so sorry.” He noticed the handwriting; it was Matt’s and the letter was unopened. She didn’t even open it, Matt just responded for her. He flipped it over, to see her cursive handwriting.

‘Matt told me not to read this, but while he’s in the bathroom, I wanted to apologize for not reading this. I’ll see you next Friday~!<3’

Francis went into the kitchen with the letter, ready to throw it away with his feeling.

Tears spilled over as he ran a finger over the last sentence she wrote.

He threw the letter in the trash and cried.

Kneeling, he pulled the letter back out. Sobbing, he smoothed it out. Then there was a jingle, showing that someone was in the cafe. He quickly wiped his eyes and came out. There she was, grabbing a bag she forgot. She smiled at him before walking over.

“Were you cutting onions?” She reached up to where the wetness was on his cheek.

“Yeah.” He lied; he loves it when she touches his cheek with so much care.

“Oh, that’s good. I would hate to see you cry. Oh, is that the letter you wanted to give me?” Francis glanced at the letter in his hand.

“You can give it to me, I’ll read it when I get home. It can be our little secret from Mattie.” She giggled; it only tore his heart more.

He ripped it.

“It was just a thank you, for always brightening my day by smiling when you come in.”

She looked a little confused then smiled at him. “You’re so welcome, you are my favorite cook. So I’m glad I can do something in return. I’ll have to buy you goggles for cutting onions,” she giggled before turning and heading for the door. “Bye~!” With that, she ran out of the door.

Francis went back to his kitchen, crying again, realizing he had torn where she wrote. So he threw it away, this time with his hope.

Happy

An awkward silence engulfed the three.

“This is really cute,” Matt spoke up looking at the breakfast Francis had set up for ___.

“Yeah, I waited so I could show you.” She smiled at Matt then looked at Francis. “It’s super cute, thank you for putting the effort in for me.”

Francis' heart melts at the sight of her smile. “Anything for you.” Matt sat rather close to ___ since Francis was sitting in the car across from her. Which only made Francis more uncomfortable.

“Sorry, I never told either of you, that I know both of you,” Matt mumbled.

A clear blush came onto her face. “So, you knew he was before I even asked you to come today?” She almost hissed at him; a voice Francis had never heard from her.

“Yeah, I didn’t know how to tell you. But I approve. I’ve got to go, though. I’ll see you later.” Matt quickly hugged her then shuffled out of the cafe. Leaving a flustered and confused ___ to stare at Francis. Francis smirked at her, understanding why she wanted Matt there.

“So, you wanted your friend's approval of me. Why is that?” He leaned a bit forward rested an elbow on the table and hand against his rest.

“What makes you think I wanted his approval?” Her cheeks were nearly burning.

“Well, he said he approves. If not me, then what?”

“Your food?” He chuckled as she was questioning herself.

“He didn’t eat any. Also, you’re blushing,” she basically slapped her cheeks from trying to hide the blush. “Covering it doesn’t make go away. Ohonon.” Francis kept staring at her, he was so incredibly happy. He wasn’t late. She liked him. She was being nervous in front of him. He reached across the table and took her hand from her face. Entwining his fingers with hers, before kissing the back of her hand.

“We should eat before it gets cold.” She whispered.

He let go of her hand and nodded in agreement.

Francis managed to get her talking again, while they ate. Unfortunately for him, another customer came in, thankfully he was done eating. He excused himself from her and to assist the other person there.

___ finished her hot chocolate and the crumble cake. Once she was done, she politely stacked her plates so it was easier for Francis. When he brought out the other customer's order, he winked and smirked at her. Making her blush again. He glanced at her while taking the dishes from the table. She sighed once he left to go wash the dishes.

Deciding to read, ___ picked up her book, but paused, noticing an envelope. She was very confused and decided to take it, starting to open it. She smiled fondly, once she realized it was from Francis, his neat handwriting always made her smile. Even if it was just on the receipt because the cafe was too busy for him to actually talk to her. It was short and to the point.

Summarizing it; it explained to her, how much he loves her. From trying to make sure to have time with her, to stopping all of his playing around. All he wanted was a date and if it was good, for her to be his girlfriend. She blushed at his neatly wrote words. Tracing the letters at the bottom, the words that were making her heart race. ‘Anything for you, love, Francis.’

Putting down the letter, she noticed Francis coming out from the back. Holding a new hot chocolate for ___. He smiled at her once he sat down. He raised an eyebrow once he saw the letter.

“Didn’t expect you to read it here. Well, let me ask in person then.” He sipped his coffee before grabbing her hand again. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

She looked at him. “Ask something else.” He was confused for a moment before smiling and getting up. Placing a kiss on her forehead.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She squeezed his hand slightly, looking at him with red cheeks and a smiling face.

“Anything for you, love.”