Hetalia x Reader One Shots

France x Fem!Reader: Hope Diamond

For my senpai, doitsu, best friend, and sister, Amy, because she kept asking and because she gave me the idea. But mostly because she kept asking. And since we both swear like it's the apocalypse, there will be swearing.

You looked at the necklace with amazement and content. You took a picture at it, with great interest. You had heard the rumors of the Hope Diamond being cursed and bad luck and you loved it.(( its here if you haven't heard of it ))

The infamous history of Le Bleu De France. (The Blue Of France) You sighed and turned around, starting to leave. Seeing the precious gem has definitely been the highlight of visiting The National Museum Of National History in Washington D.C.* This is your last day in America and you had saved the best attraction for last. Tomorrow you were to go back home to your house in Paris, where you lived with your best friend, (fs/n) ((friend's name preferably female)). Walking down the stairs that lead away from the display case, towards the exit, you did the one thing that you did the most.

You tripped.

You braced for impact, but before you could, you felt an arm around your waist. You turned around to see that a very handsome blond man had saved you, his blue eyes twinkled. There was a hint of stubble on his chin. He released you gently.

"Oh, um, thank you. Nice catch too." You told the stranger.

"Anything for such a beautiful girl." He responded in a French accent. A hint of pink rose to your cheeks but you shook it off assuming he was just a big flirt. You looked around to see what had caused you to trip.

"Air. I fucking tripped on air. How even?" No, it wasn't the first time it happened but you were always baffled. One does not simply trip on nothing!

"Ah, ma cherie (my sweetheart or my good lady(?)), perhaps you have been cursed by Le Bleu De France." He suggested.

"What? I didn't even come into contact with it! Even so, if I had, then I'd be met with a worse fate like, I dunno, death?" You were quite the sassy type, even with strangers.

"Perhaps you just stood too close to it and it was jealous of your beauty?"

"You're the flirty type aren't you?" You asked him.

"Maybe, ma cherie, maybe." He sent you a flirtatious wink that made you take a step back. Shaking your head, you held you hand out.

"My name is (f/n) (l/n), don't wear it out." You introduced. The blond stranger, instead of shaking your hand, he planted a small kiss on it. You tried your best not to blush but you couldn't help but feel the blood rise to your cheeks.

"Je mapple Francis Bonnefoy (my name is Francis Bonnefoy)" He said. "You're eyes, they twinkle like Le Bleu De France. Perhaps you are like the Hope Diamond." You were unsure about how to respond, so you just said

"Uh, nice meeting you Mr. Bonnefoy, but I gotta get going." You walked off and waved goodbye, before heading towards the exit.

'So I'm like the Hope Diamond huh..? Well, I do have a lot of bad luck. Like my falling tendencies.

And, now, the present.

You think about the encounter on the plane ride back home. (fs/n) is on your shoulder, sleeping the day away. Had she been anyone else, she'd be pushed off and yelled at, but you two are so close that these things don't really matter. You still had a long wait until your arrival to Paris so you decided to try and doze off yourself.

Time skip

After your arrival and unpacking your suitcases, you and your friend start to watch tv together. You tell her about the encounter with Francis Bonnefoy.

"Dude, he called you the Hope Diamond?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Pretty much."

"I'm not sure if he meant to call you beautiful, or incredible bad luck."

"Me neither."

"Well, if he's as flirty as you say, then it's probably the former."

"Key word, probably."

You both are exhausted and decide to hit the hay. A week went by, things going normally as ever. Your friend had to meet up with her boyfriend or something like that so you go to a nearby cafe by yourself. Ordering a (preferred drink) you sit outside calmly drinking and enjoying the day. Then, you do something that you did quite often.

You spilled your drink.

"Shit!" You yell as you get up. An employee from the cafe instantly comes to your aid. He looked familiar.

No way.

"(f/n)? He asks. Well holy hell. It's him.

"Francis? You work here?"

"Oui, I just started. What a coincidence seeing you here ma cherie."

"Yeah, small world." You look at your table to see that your phone had gotten some (preferred drink) spilled on it. "Ah, fuck." You grab your phone to see if it still works. Thankfully, it turns on and seems to be working fine.

"Ah, mademoiselle, I see you still resemble the Hope Diamond. Let me help you." He cleans the mess quickly and swiftly, it's hard to believe he's a new employee. After the mess is cleaned up, you both begin to chat a bit.