If someone has ever told you that emptiness isn’t an emotion…or a feeling. Well they’re wrong, and you knew this now because you were sitting in bed clutching your stomach as it howled its misery. Yes, you had stopped eating.
It wasn’t a gradual thing; it was really more of a snap decision really.
And why had you decided to do this?
One word. Francis.
No, he hadn’t insulted you on your weight. None of his friends did, but still a bit of fat here and there when compared to your extremely good looking boyfriend made you feel unworthy of being with such an amazing and beautiful human being.
“___________,” a voice from the crack of your open door called, “___________, are you alright?”
“No,” you moaned as your stomach called for food.
That’s when Francis took the liberty and walked into your room. “___________, you haven’t eaten in the past few days. Get up, you need to eat.”
You shook your head and turned over on your other side.
“Cheri, s'il vous plait. Get up,” he whispered into your ear. Tickling your neck with his scraggily chin.
“F-Francis, stop,” you half giggled half moaned.
“Non,” he whispered sexily and kissed your neck gently.
You groaned and turned over to look at him, “Francis…please go away…”
“Amour, come on,” he whispered pulling at your arms.
“Francis, I don’t want to,” you whined.
Sighing Francis picked you up and carried you to the kitchen.
“Francis, I said no! Put me down!” You shouted.
Francis didn’t until he set you on the kitchen counter. “Now I’m going to make you dinner. What do you want?”
You crossed your arms and pouted, “I’m not hungry.” Sighing Francis started to make chicken. Finally the smell got to you and you slid off the counter and hugged Francis from behind, “I’m sorry.”
“What?” Francis asked, clearly playing with you.
“I’m sorry,” you said a little louder.
He smirked, “Hmm, I can’t quite hear you.”
“I’M FREAKINGSORRY, OK?”
He laughed, “Now, tell me in French.”
He turned around to see your scowl.
“Come on now, cheri, just say it.” He pressed his nose against yours.
“Je suis désolé,” you grumbled.
He smiled, “Good girl,” he mumbled pressing his lips against yours. Sneakily he snaked his arms around your waist pulling you closer. And you put your arms around his neck.
Francis then licked your bottom lip and you granted him entrance. The two of you broke as he lifted you up and you put your legs around his waist. While he kissed up and down your neck you moaned, “Francis…”
“I love you,” you moaned.
He smiled against your skin, “Tell me in French.”
You groaned as his scratchy chin scraped against your now wet neck, “Je t'aime…”
Francis continued his work on your neck.
That’s when you started smelling smoke. “Francis…”
“You’re food is smoking!”
“Ahh!” he snapped his neck up and set you down quickly then tried to put out his mini fire.
WARNING! Carry on reading! Or you will die, even if you only looked at the word warning! Once there was a little girl called Clarissa, she was ten-years-old and she lived in a mental hospital, because she killed her mom and her dad. She got so bad she went to kill all the staff in the hospital so the More-government decided that best idea was to get rid of her so they set up a special room to kill her, as humane as possible but it went wrong the machine they were using went wrong. And she sat there in agony for hours until she died. Now every week on the day of her death she returns to the person that reads this letter, on a Monday night at 12:00 a.m. She creeps into your room and kills you slowly, by cutting you and watching you bleed to death. Now send this to ten other pictures on this one site, and she will haunt someone else who doesn't. This isn't fake. apparently, if you copy and paste this to ten comments in the next ten minutes you will have the best day of your life tomorrow.You will either get kissed or asked out, if you break this chain u will see a little dead girl in you
FRANCIS NO! DON'T HAVE IGGY'S COOKING ABILITIES!! PLEASE
Francis now has Iggy's cooking skills.
Haha!! Can't make fun of Iggy NOW, eh???
Francis burnt food!? That is one seriously big deal.
Well hell! Id give up if he made sausagesn instead but chickens good i giess
hah he made England food!
...I love that he makes her tell him in French. Just made me giggle ((:
Lol when Reader-chan said "You're food is smoking!" I imagined a chicken smoking a cigar....... Wtf is wrong with my brain
Lol that's what I thought of XD
*Is still laughing* Your brain is HILARIOUS that's what's RIGHT with it. XD Oh my gosh well done! <X'D
How come it seems like the only girls who like anime are either fat or lesbians? In sort if puggy and an animaniac, so.........first example
Nah, I know a handful of girls from my school who love anime/manga. And they're straight and very much not fat XD
thanks for sharing this
my stomach is kinda pugdy.
my stomach is kinda pugdy.
The world will end when France's cooking is like England's cooking....
then the world has ended, da?
Aww!!! So cute!!! :3
Chubby!Reader Inserts need more love ;DD Because in most reader- inserts, Reader-chan is always skinny and some of us wonderful ladies that read these aren't skinny and we are insecure about our chubby bodies and reading chubby!reader inserts make us feel better about ourselves ;DD
i totally agree. there needs to be more of them!
"Now tell me in French." xD Adorable.
Aww its perfect!! Thanks for making it!!
Aw! so cute!
D'aww C: Wish this could happen to me -.o