Made of Stone (Cheater!France x Reader)

Made of Stone

          Hello my little ingots! (I’m gonna start calling my followers that cause people tend to call me Silver, short for Silvestry! And, why the hell not?) Anyways, the votes are currently tied on my Amnesia fic for the new choices, so I decided I'd write this little thing, seeing as how I can't update the other fic until at least one other person votes! The song is Made of Stone by Evanescence! Anyways, hope you enjoy! And terribly sorry if I got some of the French wrong! I had to use google translate… EW

I don’t own the song~
I don’t own you~

I don’t own Hetalia or France~

                                                                                      ~Silver

Key:

(y/n) – Your name

Italics – Song lyrics

Speak your mind

Like I care

I can see your lips moving

I’ve just learned not to hear

Don’t waste your time

Tears streamed down your face as you watched Francis kiss another girl. You had known he was cheating on you for a while, and this wasn’t the first time you had caught him in the act, but you had tried to ignore it, prompting to try and fix it by doing everything you could for him. You’d tried to become better, however, it just seemed to push him away even more. The two of you used to be so close, now there was only an empty house, with you, the lonely one, inside. He didn’t even sleep in bed with you anymore, instead choosing to crash on the couch for those rare nights he came home. You could see his lips moving, whispering something into the girl’s ear to which she giggled.

It’s never enough for you, baby

Don’t want to play your game anymore

No matter what you say

I’m all out of love for you, baby

And now that I’ve tried everything

I’ll numb the pain, ‘till I’m made of stone

 

You’d had enough. You couldn’t stand seeing him with someone else while the two of you drifted further apart. Slamming open the door to the house, you shot the two a glare before running up to the bedroom to start packing your things. You could hear the girl snicker and the pounding of footsteps behind you, signaling that Francis was following.

“Mon Cheri! It wasn’t what it looked like!”

Tuning out his voice, you continued to throw your things into a bag. You knew if you listened to what he said you’d be drawn back in, that you’d forgive him and give him another chance. But you knew better, you would become numb to his words, they would have no meaning to you anymore after you left. Throwing the bag over your shoulder, you finally looked up. Francis looked extremely happy you were finally listening, and opened his mouth to speak, only for you to interrupt, tears drying.

“Don’t. It was exactly what it looked like. I’m not going to take this anymore, Francis. I’ve had enough of your games. I can’t stand to watch you give your attention to other woman, while I stay home and try to figure out what I did wrong. It’s over. I’m leaving.”

Take your time

I’m not scared

Make me everything you need me to be

So the judgment seems fair

Don’t waste your time

 

The shock and pain in his eyes almost made you want to take everything you just said back, to forgive him for everything he’d done to you. However, you knew better. Once a cheater, always a cheater. You’d grown up knowing that, and had been told countless times by many people to call it quits if anyone ever cheated on you. And you knew it was true, Francis was living proof. You walked out of the room, leaving Francis to stare in shock.

It’s never enough for you, baby

Don’t wanna play your game anymore

No matter what you say

I’m all out of love for you, baby

I’ll numb the pain, ‘till I am made—

 

To tear out my heart

For the way it feels

I will still remember when you’ve long forgotten me

Stepping into the driver’s seat of your car, you pulled out your phone and started the engine. Calling your best friend, Elizabeta, you started to drive away. In the rear view mirrior, you could see Francis standing out on the lawn, lips moving to form your name in a shout. Behind him stood the girl he was just with, a small smirk on her face as the two watched you drive away.

“Hey (y/n)! How’s it going?” Elizabeta finally picked up the phone.

“Eliza…” The tremble in your voice signaled to your friend that something was horribly wrong.

“(y/n)?! What happened?! Who do I need to hit?! Never mind, come to my house. We can talk it through and then I can go hit them!”

You ended the call and continued your drive, a destination now set in mind. However, your phone rung and seeing the caller ID only brought fresh tears. It was Francis. You let it wring, not wanting to hear his sorry excuses on how much he loved you or how the girl came onto him.

It’s never enough for you, baby

Don’t wanna play your game anymore

No matter what you say

I’m all out of love for you, baby

And now that I’ve tried everything

I’ll numb the pain, ‘till I’m made of stone

It’s never enough

I’ll numb the pain, ‘till I’m made of stone

I’ll numb the pain, ‘till I’m made of stone

 

Turning down the street Elizabeta lived on, you dried up your tears. You were no longer going to be held down by Francis, you wouldn’t listen to him anymore. With a heavy heart, you pulled up to her driveway and got out. Your friend was already waiting at the door, having seen you drive up from the window and came in for a hug.

“Elizabeta…”