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FrancexReader: Five Years
"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.
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."
Chibi!FrancexChibi!Reader: Flower Field
"Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes ashes, we all fall down," you sang as you strung daisies into a crown.
"Bonjour," a voice from behind you said. It had a French flare that was noticeable, but unfamiliar to you. The boy, Francis, turned red. You were so pretty. Long (h/c) hair and wide (e/c) eyes. You were by far the prettiest girl he had ever seen. "W-what is your name?"
You got up and walked over to him, "I'm __________. Do you want to play with me?" He nodded and you smiled pulling him to the flower field to the two daisy crowns you had made, "Here, one for you and one for me."
He watched as you set the floral crown on his head.
"There now you are the prince, and I'm the princess," you said.
Francis blushed, "Th-then can I give you a kiss?"
"Kiss?" you asked cocking your head. "Ok, I suppose." You leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Now let's play."
As a young country France never had so much fun before in his life. He would chase you and whe
Your arms flailed in a failed attempt to get to the surface. Again your mouth opened, but only bubbles came out. Slowly you lost consciousness, the world disappearing into a blue black nothingness.
I watched her body drift downward. Usually I would just let them drown, but for some reason I decided to save her. She was so light as I carried her above the water to where she could breathe.
I held her head close to my chest. She was the most beautiful human I had ever seen. She was like some kind of rare treasure. Well I was a merman and we do like our treasure.
Instead of taking her to some shoreline I took her to an underwater cave. It had air in it so she would be able to breathe. All I could do now was wait for my little human to wake up.
Slowly opening your eyes you found yourself in damp cold cave. The only warmth you felt was from a strong pair of arms. "Ah, you are awake." As your eyes adjusted you saw a handsome man with long blonde hair in front of you.
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. How could he not? You were kind, gentle, smart, and beautiful. You were his ideal girl.
Only problem? He was too shy to tell you. He felt like he was doomed to sit in the background and watch you live your life without him in it.
"So do you need a ride home?"
You stuffed your work in your backpack, "Nope I'm getting picked up."
He seemed taken aback, you d
PrussiaxReader: Boy Trouble
"Boys suck!" you groaned as you flopped on Gilbert's couch.
You started to whine. "Arthur broke up with me…again."
Gilbert joined you on his couch, "This is what the thirteenth time?"
You nodded, still face down on the couch. "That's why boys suck."
"I'm a boy!"
"But you're my friend," you groaned sitting up, "you don't count."
You moved to rest your head on his lap, "You know what I mean. So enough about me, how are you and Eliza getting along?"
He rolled his eyes, "She's back with Roderich."
"Yeah, apparently she loves him."
You patted his head, "It's alright Gil. Her relationship with Roderich is just like mine with Artie. They'll get break up and then get back together in a few days. So just get her when she and Roderich are having an off week."
"You know ___________, your relationship with Arthur isn't healthy."
"I know…but all guys just can't be as awesome as you," you said smiling.
Gilbert laughed, "I know!"
The phone rang, "I bet that's Arthur," yo
FrancexReader: Nightmare of Magic
"Ohonhon~ _____________," the Frenchman purred in your ear.
Shivering at the breath your ear you shouted back, "Eeeahhhh! Francis, don't do that!" Even if he was your boyfriend, that still creeped you out.
Francis laughed again, "___________ I heard that Arthur was going out tonight with some friends."
"Maybe you and I could-."
"NO!" you interrupted him blushing hard.
"Follow him," he gave you a pervy smile, "Ohonhonhon~ _______________, what were you thinking?"
Your blush got darker. "N-Never mind, let's go."
~time skip-brought to you by flying mint bunny~
You heard strange mumblings from around the corner. "F-Francis, maybe we shouldn't be here."
"Nonsense, come on," he pulled you a little further.
"Hmm, what do we have here?" asked a voice from behind. It was Vlad (Romania)
You both let out a scream.
"Sacrifices?" asked Lukas with his usual monotone.
Then Arthur appeared, "Just in time too."
"They want a virgin sacrifice, quick ___________ have sex with me! It'
FrancexReader: Breakups Hurt
"I'm sorry __________, but it's just not working out," your boyfriend said.
You nodded, you really liked him. It was like losing a best friend or a dog, but you didn't love him.
"Sorry," he said and left.
Sitting on the park bench you felt small tears come to your eyes. The two od you had been together for half a year. Now it was over.
"Hello __________," a voice from behind snarled, "why are you crying. Did your boyfriend break up with you?"
You looked up at Francis with a curious eye, "Yes…why?"
He laughed, not a very nice one either, "Well it must be that you're so ugly. No one in his right mind would date you looking like that. He was right to dump you. You are so ugly."
A few more tears came to your eyes, "That's not why he said we just weren't working out and-."
"But was that what he meant? Believe me, you're ugly and no man is ever going to want you." With that he walked off.
You started to cry, maybe you were ugly…maybe you were.
"__________, I can't take any
4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is You
Angrily you threw your purse on the kitchen counter. This was the third time in the last year you had caught your boyfriend, excuse me, EX-boyfriend flirting with another woman. Subsequently this was also the third time you had dumped him.
"Damn that flirting French jerk," you grumbled kicking a chair. "And he thinks I'll just come crawling back to him." You sarcastically whined, "WELL NOT THIS TIME!" Quickly you changed out of your skirt and heels to sweats and slippers.
After a while you heard someone knocking on the door, "_________! __________, s'il vous plait mon amour! (please my love)"
"Go away Francis!"
"I'm sorry, please take me back," he cried pounding on the door. "Just hear me out!"
You stalked over to the door and opened it to see a bouquet of roses and a box of Christmas chocolates. "Ahh, the usual 'I'm sorry I screwed up' flowers." You scowled at him, "Go away." You went to close the door, but he blocked the door with his foot.
Again he begged, "__________, I love you. P
"Alfred who are these people?" Arthur asked very annoyed at his first mate. He looked over the two strange looking characters. One was a man with short blonde hair who looked very much like Alfred and the second was a woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes.
Alfred grinned, "You said we needed more help around the ship so these are my recruits! This is my brother Matthew and his friend __________."
Arthur groaned, "Alfred don't you know it's bad luck to have a woman aboard ship? Miss what are you…miss….miss __________?" But __________ wasn't looking at him instead she seemed to be focusing on something right behind him. "MISS __________!"
"Wha…" she then focused her attention on the British captain. "Yes sir?"
Arthur's heart beat fast as she focused her eyes on him. Clearing his throat he said, "What are you doing here?"
_________ shrugged, "I guess it's better than that old rock." She pointed behind her at the island. "And Matthew said this would be a good opportunity so I agreed."
France x Reader: Because I am French France x Reader
Because I am French
"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."
The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.
"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"
"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."
"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"
"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was dating other guys… you'd understand, you're French."
With that she left him. He stayed kneeling staring at the empty chair in front of him. I'm French? What is that supposed to mean? He thought. Frenchmen aren't like that… well, not him anyway. He had been afraid to love someone. Raquel was his first love, yet she broke her heart
FrancexReader-RainYou splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?
You took your hand away from your eyes and were shocked to find a beautiful silver Porsche parked in front of you. The window rolled down smoothly and a long haired, blonde and blue eyes young man with a hint of stubble on his chin looked at you.
"Cherie, did you get stuck out in zhe rain?" He asked you in an amazingly heart melting French accent.
Here? Now? FranceXReader
"PARTY TIME, MOFO'S!" America stood in front of the crowd with the hat, confetti blowing all over him. "It'll be the best closet time yet! Everyone ready to get this show on the road?" Everyone nodded their agreements and continued to begin the game.
You were selected to be the first the pull from the hat. You were a little nervous, but completely ready. You had nothing against anyone in the room and had always wanted to try the game.
"Come on-a! The suspense! It's killing me!" Italy flailed around and blushed. You looked at the paper.
"C'est moi?" France blew you a kiss. He was right, it was him. You always thought France was too perky for you, but proceeded to him and took his arm. "O-honhon, this will be fun, mon Chérie..." He lead you to the closet and sat you both down. "So, my dear sweet, what's on your mind?" He held your hands in his and pressed his lips to your hand. Your eyes widened. What was there to say? You were locked in a closet with a total pervert for 7 minutes. Dd
Is He...? FrancexCrossDressing!Reader
Okay, so yeah. Let's pretend that your name is unisex. Double space between paragraphs means POV change. Francis thinks that you're a guy. ENJOY!~
Francis sighed. Again. He was quite exasperated at the moment. "Why won't you take off that silly sweatshirt??" he questioned. _____ rolled her eyes.
"Because Bonnefoy, I just don't wanna. Besides, it's not even that hot out here!" Francis face palmed. It was 98 degrees outside, and _____ would NOT take off that dumb hoodie. Of course, though, she was lying about her reasoning. It was waaaayyy too hot for that thing. But she didn't dare take it off.
See, _____ was a bit of a cross dresser. Not the kind that really wanted to be the opposite gender, believed they were the opposite gender; she just liked men's clothing. It was more comfortable. Her name was generally unisex, her hair was cut short, getting a little shaggy (on that note, she probably needed a haircut), and she just acted like one of the guys. She
Over and Over FranceXReader
The Frenchman gingerly touched the red bruise blossoming on his cheek, looking at you with shocked blue eyes. You opened your mouth to scream, but shut it just as quickly, shaking your head in disappointment; there was nothing to say to him that you haven't said already. Turning on your heel, you ran out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. The blond Frenchman didn't miss the pain in your eyes nor the tears that ran down your cheeks as you ran away, making his regret worse.
He glanced at the woman next to him, the bimbo he'd cheated on _____ with. That bitch had nothing on you, and he wasn't going to let her tear the two of you apart. Pushing her away, Francis Bonnefoy leapt off his luxurious leather couch and threw the door open, dashing after you, a determined look gracing his handsome face. He loved you more than life itself and he refused to lose you over something like this.
Skidding to a halt, his passionate blue eyes scanned the area until he found your r
Girlfriend (France X Reader)~If I was your girl .friend I would let you touch everything that I am~
At least that's what he read about (name).
France looked at the (h/c) girl walking in the (color that looks good on you) dress walking down the street. Her (h/l) hair blowing softly along with her dress, he looked at her freshly shaven (skin toned) legs and chuckled. He had to have her. So he walked up to her inerupting her happy stroll.
"Bonjour madame." He purred in a thick French accent. The girl smiled.
"Bonjour." She responded politely to the best of her ability. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly making her blush.
"May I say that (color that looks good on you) dress makes you look more ravishing than you already are." The woman couldn't respond. She was too flustered. This man just coming up and giving her compliments like that? She never experienced this before.
"Uh .uh ." Come on say something (name!) she scolded herself. "Thank you." She blushed finally find
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.
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis reading the letter out loud to you.
I haven't told you that you're my world. That you're all I really care about. I love you ________. More than anything.
All my love and affection,
So sweet! You were smiling by now and hadn't realized it. You quickly wiped the smile off you face and opened the other envelope. You pulled out a letter
Francexreader- Drunk 2FrancexReaderxEngland
You regretted letting him stay.
He would sleep during the day and go out all night. Partying recklessly, then coming home drunk.
It was like a stupid love song.
The kind you hated.
"I'm going out." You glared at Francis's back as he left.
You waited until you heard his car pull out of the driveway. Lunging for the phone, you tripped over a pair of his stupid dress shoes.
The asshole left clothing all over the place.
You dialed the familiar number, not bothering to get up off the floor.
Arthur had become the only person you felt safe talking to about Francis. Sure Elizabeta and Felix tried to help, but their solution always ended with them wanting to beat Francis up.
You were tempted to let them.
"How can I help you, love?" You sighed into the phone.
"How do I get him to leave?" You had asked this question many times before. Arthur never got impatient, he understoo
FrancexReader- Not trueFrancexReader- Not true
You were quietly walking down the street on a rainy day, getting caught in it by accident. You were wearing a thick black coat and (favorite color) rain boots with a pair of casual jeans. You had actually went to one of your friends house, Francis, but found he wasn't there. The streets were dingy and empty, with only your steps in the puddles being heard. You walked through a nearby park to get home faster until you heard a sniffle. You looked to your left, where you heard the sniffle and noticed a blob of blonde hair. You raised an eyebrow and quietly approached the blob.
"F-Francis?" You asked chattering. You hadn't noticed how cold it was until now. He turned quickly and you noticed his normally bright, energetic blue eyes were puffy and red. His wavy blonde hair was soaked and matted to his face. He smiled lightly at you and laughed, but you could tell they were both forced.
"Oh, hello (name). W-What are you doing out in the rain?" H
FrancexReader: The City of Love
You smiled as you walked down the street. Going to France had always been a dream of yours and now it was a reality. You had saved your money for five years to get half the money and then your parents gave you the rest as a birthday present.
"This is wonderful," you said as you gazed at all the little stands in the outdoor market. "I still can't believe I'm actually here…"
A small outdoor restaurant caught your interest and you stopped for a bite to eat. When you went to pay a handsome looking man came up behind you, "Allow me mademoiselle."
"Oh," you jumped slightly at his closeness, "thank you."
"My name is Francis, and what might your name be, lovely lady?"
"_________," you said sticking out your hand for him to shake. However instead of shaking he he took it and gave it a gentle kiss.
You blushed as he said, "It is pleasure to meet you."
Nodding you said, "You too."
"Your accent, you are not from around here."
You shook your head, "I'm from (country name)."
"Ohonhon~ would you like
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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