Hetalia One-Shots!

2p! FrUK

(Another OTP! Ps: 2p Face Family in here too)

Francois rolled over with a yawn. As he sat up out of bed he noticed he was alone. This wasn't that uncommon. He was used to Oliver waking up before him, but god did he hate how cheerful the strawberry blond could be in the mornings sometimes.

With a groan he got out of bed and started towards the bathroom. As the Frenchmen reached the door he heard what seamed to be panicked scrambling for something, and what sounded like.....crying?

Francois slowly opened the door, making almost no noise. What he saw honestly made his cold as fuck heart break. There sitting on the bathroom floor crying with his hands in his hands was nun other than the always cheerful, Oliver Kirkland. "Oliver..whats wrong?" The blond asked walking closer. Upon inspecting the mess on the bathroom counter he found an empty consoler container, with a huff he sat on his knees in front of the smaller man. Pulling away the hands that covered the mans face, then tilting up Oliver's head forcing him to lock eyes with the Frenchmen. Baby blue meeting purple.

"Don't I look hideous." Oliver mumbled, turning his face away. "There just freckles." Francois said. "You look fine."

Still Oliver refused to meet the Frenchmen's eyes again. "Ma, Dad! Where are ya?" The voice of their American son came. Soon the brunette found his way into the bathroom along with his Canadian brother, Matt. "Aw, did mom's cupcakes get ruined?" Allen teased, earning him a jab in the rips from Matt and a disapproving glare from Francois.

"No now get out." Francois growled, not in a happy mood.

"No."

"Get. Out."

After another minute of fighting, Matt has had enough. Pulling the American out of the bathroom and bedroom by his hair, throwing a "Sorry Papa, Sorry Mom." while walking out. Doing only god knows what with his brother. (Hehe 2p Americest, another OTP)

With Oliver still sulking, Francois had no choose but to pick the smaller man up and carry him to the bed. Sitting him on his lap, he held each side of Oliver's face, brining his lips to meet the others. Showing a side of himself only Oliver can see. Pulling back then trailing kisses down the British man's neck, biting and sucking, earning a few moans. Leaving a few hickeys to mark the man as his and his only, then trailing back up letting his lips brush Oliver's ear. " I think your freckles are sexy." And Oliver shuddered. Let's just say they had some fun after words, and Oliver never wore makeup again.