One-Shots (Reader Inserts)

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

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.

~Time skip to few years later~

The winter air was cold, and frost covered everything. It was Christmas, and many lights and decorations were scattered around the small town. Children ran through the streets, throwing snow and laughing while adults did last minute Christmas shopping. You smiled at the scenery and held your scarf closer to your face as your breath escaped in tiny white puffs of smoke. In front of you was a small toy shop, and you were observing the things in the windows. One particular stuffed fox caught your eye and your smiled widened. You were about to head into the shop to buy it when a cough sounded behind you.

~With our dear Francis~

Francis nursed his cup of coffee and stared out the window of the small coffee shop. He usually wasn't one for coffee, but today he felt like he needed it. There were few people out there who liked him, and almost none of them girls. Because it was a small town, word spread fast about his... habits. Many of the girls knew not to get themselves involved with him, they knew he wouldn't be faithful. They were small town girls as well, so they had tough resolves and would not spare him a glance when he tried to flirt.

Across the street, a familiar figure caught his attention. He blinked at it before standing up and giving the waiter a tip. He'd know that (h/c) hair anywhere. He honestly hadn't thought about you in a while, and had almost forgotten your name. He believed it was (r/n). He was now a few feet behind you, and he coughed to get your attention. "(r/n)?"

~With you~

You turned around with a closed eyed smile. "I believe you got the wrong person. My name isn't (r/n)." You were about to go back into the toy shop when a hand landed on your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks. "Wait! Your (y/n), right?" You blinked, finally noticed the accent. Francis? What was he doing here? This time you turned to him with a scowl. "What do you want Francis?" Your voice was laced with venom, and you were obviously not happy to see him. Francis winced and rubbed the back of his head "Mon cherie, I mis-" You held up your hand, cutting him off. "Stop right there. You didn't miss me, and I doubt you even thought about me. Why don't you just leave and we can pretend this never happened?"

This time Francis scowled, "I did think about you! Breaking up with you was the worst thing I've ever done!" His scowl darkened and he shoved you against the wall, his hands on either side of your head as you stared at him, obviously shocked. "Do you know what it's like to have no one like you?!" Your shock quickly turned to anger and you replied with a sharp tone. "You've only got yourself to blame! If you hadn't been a two faced little shit maybe people would've liked you! But instead you had to fuck other girls and cheat on everyone! Now leave me alone!" You tried to shove him off but he was stronger than you. "Hey! Leave her alone!"

Your scowl immediately turned into a smile at the voice, and you shouted, "Arthur!" Said man came up behind Francis, hold a small girl's hand. Arthur gestured to Francis, "You'd better get off of her. She doesn't seem to enjoy your company." Francis scowled at Arthur, "I'll do whatev-" He was cut off by a fist, and he landed on the snowy sidewalk. Blood pour from his nose and he was sure it was broken. "You little -"

Arthur grabbed your hand with his free one. "You okay, love? He didn't hurt you did he?" You shook your head and smiled. "Thanks." Arthur nodded, "Who is he anyways?"

"He's my ex. The one who cheated on me." You grimaced and Arthur scowled at Francis who was still laying on the ground, glaring up at the two of you. "That's not very gentlemanly of you." A small voice caught your attention, and you turned towards it. "Mommy? Is that man bad?" You smiled at your daughter. "Yes sweetie, he is very bad. If he ever tries to do anything to you, you come and tell me okay? Even if it seems nice." Your daughter stared up at you with rounds eyes and nodded. She turned to Francis with a small pout. "You're a bad man, Mr. Francis! I don't like you!"

You giggled and tugged on Arthur's arm who was still starting disdainfully at Francis. "Come on, honey. We still got some presents to get." Arthur turned back to you and nodded. "Hey! Come back here! Please, don't leave me alone!" You left Francis in the cold embrace of the snow, your daughter's and husband's hands in yours.

(I have nothing against France! He's just easy to use in Cheater fics!)