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Snails.

FranceXReader

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"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."

"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.

Before he took advantage of it.

"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.

Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.

"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.

"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred wha

FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."

You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.

Zis woman is made of stone!

"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.

Fra

FrancexReader - The Union Jack ShirtOf all zhe things _______ 'as to by it 'as to be l'angleterre's flag. He thought heatedly, Que les moutons stupides noir. Je suis beaucoup plus beau que lui.--mon Dieu!

"Francis... Um, are you alright? You came swooping into the room, caught sight of that shirt and you've just stood there...It's starting to get slightly unnerving..."

You heard a sharp exhale of air, him shooting you his trademark "I'm-still-incredibly-gorgeous-even-when-I-glare" look (named by himself, naturally) across the kitchen. He drew his attention back to the offending article of clothing, currently folded on top of your kitchen counter.

Sighing, you decided it wa

Daddy!AmericaXMommy!Reader (request)((WARNING: CONTAINS LARGE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF!!!))

Alfred smiled and looked down at the little boy sleeping in his arms, rocking him gently in hopes of getting him back to sleep, humming a soft tune to him as he thought about the months he had missed.

Just a few weeks after you had given birth to little ________, Alfred had had to leave because of the ongoing war, and would have to be gone several months. You had been so strong, you hadn't cried, you had wanted to, but you hadn't, and he was so proud of you for it, and he was proud of you for holding it all together on your own, and staying strong for both him and the little guy.

Alfred had g

Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediat

Burning dinner (FranceXReader)Francis hummed as he set about cooking for dinner. Not that you couldn't cook or anything, it's just that he was brilliant at it. And you loved watching his fingers.

They were so nimble, so elegant and effective against the grit in lettuces, the fat on meat, you could find so many reasons as to why watching him cook was so calming.

Sticking close to his side, your (e/c) eyes followed his hands that were stirring a pan filled with a roux. He quickly alternated between flour and milk, the sauce getting thicker and thicker as he did so.

He noticed your watching and chuckling he pulled you between his arms. Your arms came above his and he look

France x Reader PhotographsYou opened your mailbox and pulled out all of your mail before walking back into your house. You set the mail on the counter and started to go through it.
"Junk, bills, junk" you mumbled to yourself, sorting the mail into piles. Two of the envelopes caught your attention. One was from Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend. The other had no return address. You suspected it was from someone in the neighborhood. You opened the letter from Francis and unfolded the letter. It was so like him to send you a letter instead of an email.
Dear ________,
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis re

Moving,Marry. [FrancexReader Drabble]You could feel his tantalizing fingers run circles on your exposed back, as you let your head fall onto his chest, listening to the seemingly erratic heartbeat. You could hear him humming something under his breath, and as you closed your eyes, you felt so relaxed you were sure you could fall asleep. But, you stayed awake, even though the two of you weren't speaking at the moment. Francis liked the silence that lingered after making love. It was never awkward, like a lot of the time with other couples, it was peaceful and honestly, he and you looked forward to it.

Looking up at him, he smiled and kissed your forehead in a loving manner, feel

FranceXReader- dat ass

You smiled blissfully as you awoke to the light chirping of the birds from outside. The curtains on the window keeping the sun's rays from unpleasantly awakening you. A soothing sense of contentment met you as you rubbed your sleepy (e/c) eyes. You sighed and rolled over to cling to the handsome Frenchman sleeping next to you, but when you turned over, he wasn't there. You pouted a bit and sat up.

Looking over to the door of your bedroom, you saw it was open and got out of bed. You walked up to the door and peered down the hallway. A light at the end of the hall was on and you smiled. You waltzed down the hallway and spun around the corner g

GermanyxReaderxRomano: Snooze

She looks at me
I fake a smile so she won't see
What I want and I need
And everything that we should be

She's so beautiful
She's all I think about
And she's not something
I want to live without

-Teardrops On My Guitar by Taylor Swift (I kinda changed it for this story)

Ludwig watched how her face lit up when you finally understood the problem. "I think I got it!" He smiled while you figured it out on your own.
"Great job __________," he said.
You looked up, "Thanks for helping me with my math Luddy."
Ludwig blushed at the use of his nickname coming from you, "N-no problem."
As you could probably guess Ludwig had a crush on you. H

France x Reader: All I Got

France x Reader: All I Got
Request for MizureChan

The rain bombarded the window. It was hell outside, but inside it was warm. You sat on your couch, looking miserably at your unstarted cup of cocoa. Your eyes were red and your nose was runny. But you weren't sick. It was a simple matter, really--someone had just broken your heart, and their bonds to you. Your cellphone still had the text message he had sent you. "I'm breaking up with you. I found someone else who made me very happy last night. We can still be friends, right?"

Outside you could heard a car door slam. You ignored it, trying instead to focus on your misery. A rap on the windo

Francexreader : 1000 red roses:This is my second Story! hope you enjoy!

"H-how could you do that to me!" You cried
"Mon am-,"
"No Francis I don't want to hear it!"
"No more excuses, no more Lies, nothing!!!" You sobbed and just as you were about to leave out the door he grabbed your hand.

"__-_____," he said in a hurtful voice.

"Don't say my name ever again! I don't want to see you ever again!" You shook of his hand and left him there and that day.

And now you were just sitting on a bench in a park, it was your favourite.

Roses eh..? You thought to yourself still equally as hurt as you were before.

You couldn't help stop the tear that rolled down your cheek.

" W

RomanoxReaderxItaly: Just Hair

You moaned as the sound of your cell phone went off. Grumbling about how stupid people can be and how impolite it was to call at 3 o'clock in the morning you stumbling around your room trying to find your phone.
"Who is it?" you asked completely out of it.
"_-_________!"
For a moment you didn't recognize the voice, but that accent you could defiantly place, "Italy? What on earth are you doing calling at three?"
"R-Romano and I need your hel-ahhhhhh!"
You heard a voice in the background, "Hang up the damn phone idiota!"
"B-but fratello, _________ can help us ah ah ah ah ah!!"
"Italy, are you alright?" you asked into the phone, "Italy? I

SpainxBullied!Reader: Mi Pequeno TomateI You hurried down the hall of the school head down and in silence. Most students would be chatting with friends or sitting with a group enjoying their lunch period. But not you, school was what you dreaded, and you were thrust into this hell every day. All you wanted was to get out. Students picked on you mercilessly; you didn't bother trying to stop them. There was no use anymore. You were that girl. That girl who no one liked. That girl whose world was crashing down around her.
"Watch it freak!" a student yelled when you accidentally bumped into them.
You muttered apology before continuing on your way. The names were normal

Jaw-dropping news (PrussiaXPregnant Reader)Gilbert’s jaw just about hit the floor when you told him the big surprise. “Y-you’re not joking are you frau?” He asked, his red eyes wide. You glanced away from him, hoping his reaction could’ve been different.

“No, I’m not. Gil, we’re going to be parents.” You repeated, stroking his cheek as he continued to stare at you. As though the cogs in his brain had finally stopped whirring, a huge grin bloomed across his face. He crowed loudly and you jumped in shock.

“Don’t do that!” You told him, but he wasn’t listening as he was dancing around, kissing his fingers and

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FrancexReader: Five Years

by ~Banshee-Scream, Oct 24, 2012, 10:06:52 PM
Fan Art / Fan Fiction / Romance

"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.

~Flashback~

You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
"Francis over here!" you waved down your boyfriend. He smiled and ran over to the café outdoor table. "Francis," you said taking his hand in yours, "I have some news."
"So do I."
You were a little surprised, "Oh, well you go first then."
"I've been accepted to a culinary school in France."
Silence passed between the two of you. "Oh…well that's great Francis."
He seemed to get a little more somber, "And I think that now is the time for us to go our separate ways. Long distance relationships never work out."
Silence.
"Yeah, right," you choked back a sob.
"Thank you __________, I'm so glad you understand," he gave you a quick peck on the cheek and ran off. You couldn't bring yourself to tell him, he was so happy and a child would just get in the way. Besides, if he really loved you he would have found a way to make it work.

~End of Flashback~

Now you had a son, he looked and acted exactly like his father, but without the French accent.
"Mommy, is daddy ever going to come back?"
You looked down at your son with sad eyes, "No, honey I don't think he is."
Your son pouted, "Uncle Arthur says daddy is a bastard."
Your eyes widened, "(Son's name), that is a bad word don't use it."
"But Uncle Arthur uses it…"
"Uncle Arthur is also going to get a mouthful of soap when we get home," you said turning back to the selection of milk.
"Mommy I want chocolate milk," (son's name) whined.
You smiled, "Ok, but just this once. After this we have to go get someone a birthday cake."
His eyes widened in glee, "Yay! Then my friends will come over. Peter and Ravis and Francisco (Seborga) and Anna (Wy)!"
"Alright what kind of cake does the birthday boy want?"
"Hmm," (son's name) went into deep thought. "Vanilla!"
You picked him up and put him in the cart, "Ok, Vanilla it is."
At the bakery you rang the little bell.
"Ohonhon~ and what can I do for-________!"
"F-Francis?" your eyes widened.
Francis looked pale from shock, "_-________."
"Mommy, who is he?"
Francis looked at you and then at your son, he looked a little sad. Then something seemed to click, "Umm…_________, how old is he?"
"He's turning four today," you said quietly.
"Mommy!" (son's name) tugged in your sleeve, "I wanna go home!"
"Is he…mine?"
You looked at him with sad eyes, "Yes…"
He walked around the counter and held you to his chest, "Forgive me."
"I-I do forgive you," you said and looked into his eyes. Giving you another one of his charming smiles he leaned forward to kiss you, "But," you put a finger to his lips, "I'm not sure if I can trust you."
Francis got down on his knee and took your hand in his, "Then I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again. Even if it takes me the rest of my life. Because _________, I never stopped loving you."
Tears came to your eyes as you said, "I never stopped loving you either…"
The tender moment was broken as someone screamed, "I WANNA GO HOME!"