Hetalia X Reader Oneshots~

France X Reader- accept my love?

~~~~~~~France's POV~~~~~~

There she sat, playing the piano as instructed by Austria. She was brilliant- (h/c) locks moving with the rest of her body as she moved her fingers around the piano.
Her name was _____, the coutry of (c/n). She had appeared not too long after World War 2. Unfortunatly, she had been found by the Germanic countries first- so she agreed to live with them.
Later they found out she had a thing for music, so she had taken up piano with Roderich.
Honestly, if I could, I would make her a french territory in a heart beat, but she was unfortunately too far away.
So here I was- looking through the window of Austria's home just to see her play.

~~~~~~~~~ Reader POV~~~~~~
There he was. Again. In all honesty, it freaked me out.
He had never even talked to me and he was stalking me. I doubt France knew that I knew, but im pretty sure he wouldn't care either way. I had only heard stories of how perverted he could be, so I wasn't sure if it would be good to talk to him. Alone.
Sure, he was rather good looking, but I'd rather stick to cleaning Mr. Austria's dirty laundry then be alone with France.
"____, that's suppose to be an A major, not an F." Roderich swats at my hands. "Oops, sorry." I quickly correct my mistake. "Hey Roderich?" I look up at the Austrian while still playing the piano. "Ja?" Roderich looks at me. "What would you do if a pervert was stalking you?"
Silence.
"Vhy? Is someone stalking jou?" Roderich lifts an eyebrow. "I vould simply punish him or her vith a vhipp or ein ruler." Roderich nods to himself with closed eyes. I chuckle a bit. "That is a bit... violent.... " I hit the final notes and turn to Roderich. "What if France was stalking you?"
This causes Austria to burst out laughing. "Actually," he wipes a tear from his eye. "Zat has happened to me before. I simply gave him a good beating, along vith Germany's help. I highly doubt he'd show up here on non business matters after zhat. 'Ahahaha, welllllll...' I think to myself, turning on my heels. "I need to go do something, I'll be right back."

~~~~~~~France's POV~~~~~~~

I watch as she walks out of the room. What was she talking about with Roderich? Unfortunately I couldnt hear, due to their being bolts on the window. Only the piano was loud enough to be heard. "Hello?"
There it was, her sweet voice I could only hear in the gardens or at meetings. I spin around, my blue eyes meeting her (e/c) ones.
"Bonjour, Mademoiselle. " I grin and take her hand, kissing it gently. The younger woman blushes, looking to the side. "Francis, if you thought I didn't know about you watching me, you were wrong, so please escort yourself off of this premises."
I place a hand on my heart, genuinely hurt. "Mademoiselle, I simply cannot leave without you accepting my love." I pull out a rose from beneath my cloak, presenting it to the woman before me. I chuckle as _____ blushes. "I-" She opens her mouth but closes it quickly. "Very well."
I watch as she examines my rose, turning around and walking back into the large home.

~~~~~~~~~ timeskip 5 weeks later~~~~ Reader's POV~~

I sit on my bed, thinking about France. Every day, for the past 5 weeks, he'd leave a rose in the mailbox, along with a message. Every message attached asks the same question; "Will you accept my love, Mon Chérie?"
Honestly, I thought it was rather sweet. I decided to keep all of his roses, placing them in flower vases or making rose-tea. Sometimes I would even make candles with the petals.
I walk down the stairs, headed towards the mailbox.
I look in, hoping for a rose. "chercher quelque chose? (Looking for something?)" I spin around, surprised by a french man whom stands in front of me. He holds out a rose, but no note is attached.
I look up at him, confused. "Oh, hello France." I reach for the rose, but im surprised as he holds the flower away from me. "This one comes with a price." He grins and leans closer. "Now, for the final time, allez-vous accepter mon amour? (Will you acccept my love?)" He extends the rose, and I examine it in my hands. I look up at him, smiling. I stand on my tiptoes, granting him his wish as my lips gently brush his. "Yes."
The blonde man widens his eyes, surprised. He quickly takes his opportunity and melts into the kiss, pulling me closer with his arms. He pulls away, his forehead against mine. "Merci! Merci!" He chuckles. I giggle, taking the rose. "je t'aime, _____."

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Ahaha, that was so sweet ^-^
I had to use google translate for the french, so excuse any incorrect sentences.