Hetalia x Male!Reader

France x Male!Reader: Missing your stop

A/N: Yay! A new character! Idk, let's see how this goes. Prussia fans, don't fret, I will almost certainly be writing another part for the Prussia story. This time, Reader-Kun is a bit more confident. A bit. xD Let's drop ya right in! Again, Warning: Reader-Kun has a potty mouth. Or brain. Idk.

"What a shit day." You sighed. All you wanted to do was get drunk and fuck somebody hot tonight. Like heck that would happen- you never got noticed at clubs, you were too shy. Shoving a pair of headphones over your ears, you didn't have the energy to choose a song, so you just pressed shuffle and sat back in your seat as a familiar song started to play.

You stared out the window, waiting for your stop to arrive. But then, you realised- you didn't recognise anything and you had no idea where you were.

"Fuck. Fuck..." You muttered, looking around you in panic. The bus was too crowded- and there wasn't enough air for you to breathe- where the fuck were you?!-

"E-excuse me, Monsieur, are you alright?" A soft voice asked from behind you.

You desperately tried to calm yourself as you replied "Yeah- I'm fine-"

"'Ave you missed your stop?" He said quietly in a soothing tone. He was trying to stop attention being drawn to you.

All you could do was nod as his face softened. "Ah. Don't worry. Do you want me to 'elp you get 'ome? Or are you okay?"

You paused for a moment. You didn't want to accept help from a stranger, but it was the only option you had. You really had no idea where you were.

"U-um, y-yes please."

"Okay. It's probably best if we get off zhen." He said as the bus pulled to a stop. You nodded and the two of you got up and stepped down onto the pavement.

"Oh, by zhe way. I'm Francis Bonnefoy, okay?"

"Okay. I'm _____." You introduced yourself.

"What a cute name! It suits you extremely well. If you don't mind me saying."

You gaped. Was this guy calling you cute? Not many people had ever said anything like that to you before.

You took a second to take him in, and holy fuck, he was hot. His hair was long and blonde, with clear blue eyes that sparkled. His bone structure was perfect, and his complexion was flawless.

"U-um, thank you," your shyness was starting to get the better of you. How had you not noticed this guy was so spicy the first moment you saw him?

"We'd better get started, I suppose. Where was the stop you were supposed to get off at?" Francis asked you.

"The, uh, stop by Puck's Island..." You said quietly. Frankly, you were embarrassed to say it.

"Zhe gay nightclub?" Francis laughed airily. "I'm surprised. I didn't see you as zhe type."

"U-um, yeah." You said, blushing.

"I go zhere sometimes. It's very lively."

Francis was gay? Heck. Yes.

"So, yes, I don't zhink zhere's a bus zhere zhat stops 'ere."

"O-oh." You said. All that was going through your head was that you wanted to flirt with him. But what would you do? You sucked at flirting, even when you were dead drunk. Maybe you should be spontaneous and just kiss him? Or...

"_____?" Francis called.

"Ah!" You snapped out of visions of Francis shirtless and back to shirtful reality. Wait, shirtful? Ugh, this guy was making your brain mushy...

He laughed again. "Like I was just saying, I zhink you might 'ave gotten on zhe wrong bus. But it's not far to zhe club from 'ere. We can walk zhere."

"Okay. Thank you." You said sincerely.

"No problem. Let's go."

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The two of you walked in comfortable silence as the night started to set in. It was starting to get cold. You couldn't stop yourself shivering, even though you desperately tried to hide it.

"_____! You're cold! Why didn't you say something?" Francis asked. "I wish I had something to give you."

"N-no, I'm fine, really-" You shivered again.

"You poor zhing..." Francis sighed. Then, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you in close to share body heat. Heat rushed to your face and ears, making Francis laugh again.

"You're very cute, _____."

"Y-you're-" You said, almost inaudibly. "I-"

Francis waited patiently, smiling down at you kindly.

"I-I think I like you..." You said, looking away.

Francis smiled happily. "I like you, too, _____. Very much."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "R-really?"

"Of course! You're the cutest boy I've ever met. You'll let me take you out for a date, won't you?"

You nodded quickly, leaning against Francis. "Th-thank you."

"I should be thanking you!" He looked down, leaning closer. "Come here."

You leaned in, desperate to close the gap. Francis tilted his head, letting his beautiful hair frame his face, and kissed you. He pushed you gently, guiding you as his hand slipped down to the small of your back.

As you broke away, you looked into Francis' eyes with a needy look on your face. "C-can I have your number?"

He laughed. "But of course."

"Thank y-you," You clung onto him, never wanting to let go.

A/N: I have a headcanon that you were listening to Milk and Cereal on that bus. Don't ask why.