Hetalia x Reader Smut

France ( Prince Charming ) x Reader

As you walk into the sophisticated, gorgeous, populous ballroom you repeatedly pray to yourself that you don't trip on your own feet. You're wearing a flowing, spectacular F/C Dramatic Vintage Taffeta ballgown,
F/C Leslie Bovenza heels, and silk F/C gloves.

You look around your surroundings observing all the handsome Suitors and beautiful duchess.

You turn your head slightly because your nose catches the scent of incredibly delicious cuisines. You grab yourself a little plate and sample some. Once you put F/F into your mouth your taste buds were exploding with flavor. You secretly moan from the flavors of the cuisines.

" How are you enjoying the food madam?" You turn around to meet a pair of diamond blue eyes and mid length blonde hair.

" u-uh ... Ya it's extraordinary!" You childishly continue rejoicing about how amazing the food was, and the mysterious man chuckles at you. You and the man have a conversation talking about the party.

" So mon cheri how are you enjoying the party?" He smirks.

" Oh my goodness this has to be the best party I've ever been to! I love Victorian themed parties it's the only time I can ever dress like a princess besides my wedding." You giggle and blush at your confession.

"Aww ma belle princesse ne soyez pas embarrassé. Vous aimeriez faire une parfaite princesse." You blush at his native way of speak and look down to hide your even darker blush.

"Aww you're cute what's your name mon cheri?" You respond with

" Y/N and you sir?" You say with a wink. "Francis Bonnefoy madam, but you may call me France. Onhonhonhon~" The french man laughs.

Just right when your conversation ended a string quartet came on and everyone was racing to the dance floor to waltz.

" Madam Y/N would you care to dance with me? I'd be greatly disappointed if you reject my request." He winks and makes puppy dog eyes.

" Well how am I suppose to kindly decline when you make those adorable puppy eyes?!? haha. I would actually love to dance with you, but I must warn you i'm not an expert on waltzing." You embarrassingly blush.

"C'est merveilleux ! Revenons au meilleur endroit !"

France grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd into the middle of everything. He places his right hand around your waist and his left interlocked with your. You have your right hand held by France and your left hand on his broad shoulder.

Once the music starts France leads you to the left, then the right, spin, and repeat. You're dancing was phenomenal. Everyone cheered for both you and Francis Bonnefoy. Near the end of the song Francis lifts you into air, spins and gently lowers you down.

" Y/N you were an angel on the dance floor. You had style, rhythm , and your performance was just absolutely amazing !" France says coquettishly. You blush and respond with.

" O-oh thank you France, but if you weren't there to lead me I don't think I wouldn't have gotten it so quickly."

" Mon cheri." France leans in and pecks your cheek. Your face burning from all the excitement.

" Y/N I want to show you something. Would you care to join me?" You nod agreeing and Francis leads you up a flight of stairs. France stops in front of a pair of doors and playfully asks

" Mon amour can you please cover your eyes until I tell you to release them." France smirks seductively, and he cups your cheeks. You blush under his touch and nod in agreement. Your eyes are covered being led by France. You hear the doors open, and you felt a cool breeze hit your cheeks.