Winter's Embrace (Cheater!France x Reader x England)

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        I had this idea while driving home from the nearby military base... I basically wrote the whole thing in my head and now I'm writing here! Hope you enjoy!

                                                        ~Silver

Key:

(y/n) – Your name

(h/c) – Hair color

(r/n) – Random name

(Sooo Francis is probably OOC in this. I had to do it so it'd fit the plot. Don't kill me! D: )

        The sight before you did not surprise you anymore. You were outside your house, keys in hand when you had walked by the window and saw Francis with yet another girl on the couch. Even though you had said that the next time he cheated you were leaving, he still did it. The only thing you felt was anger, anger at the two timing skank that was now your ex, anger at the other skank he was with. You shook your head and unlocked your door, allowing the spring breeze to sweep in and alerting your ex that you were home. The girl he was with blinked owlishly at you before looking at Francis.

You scowled at both of them. "That was your last chance Francis. I gave you many opportunities to fix yourself, but obviously that didn't work. Go pack your bags, and leave my house. I never want to see you again." You pointed a finger at the girl, "You're leaving to." The girl had tears in her eyes. "Babe, I thought you said I was the only one..." Francis shrugged and stood up, motioning her out the door. The girl left with puffy eyes and tears trailing down her face. She honestly didn't know he was cheating on her, she thought that he only had eyes for her. You didn't blame her, after all who wouldn't fall for Francis?

        Your ex stepped up to you, opening his mouth to draw you back in with fancy words. This was how it usually went when you caught him cheating on you. You'd kick the girl out, he'd come up and say he was sorry and woo you, and you'd forgive him. But not this time. You knew he would do it again, there was no fixing this. And the worst part about it was that he didn't feel any remorse, no regret, nothing. It was like he enjoyed breaking girl's hearts. He was a player, and there was nothing you could do to try and change that.

        You jabbed a finger into his chest, pushing him backwards. "No. I said this was your last chance, and it is. Go pack your shit, and leave my god damn house. It's over." Francis smirked, "But of course, mon Cherie. Whatever you say." Francis left you in the living room, heading up stairs to pack his things. You slumped down onto the couch and held your head in your hands, thinking about all the things you've been through with Francis. The two of you had been together for a while now, and tomorrow was supposed to be your anniversary. Keyword was. It was difficult to think that you were now single. That meant you could find someone who actually cared about you and what you liked.

        Your thoughts were interrupted when Francis came back downstairs, suitcase in hand. You glared at him. "Go, and don't come back." The same smirk from earlier found its way to his face again, "Mon cherie, I don't think I'll be the one coming back." Your glare darkened and you shoved him out the front door, slamming it shut in his face. It'd take a while to get over your trust issues.