Anime One Shots{Requests Closed}

Wont Have to be Alone - Francis Bonnefoy One Shot

You were sitting at the table, a small one with a mug of hot chocolate in your hands, it was Christmas morning and you were watching the snow pile up outside of the small townhouse you lived in. It wasn't that you had nothing to do, in fact, you had a date with Francis later that afternoon. Taking a sip of the warming liquid you closed the book you were trying to read. It was useless, no matter what you tired you couldn't get the fact that you were lonely out of your head.

You had been since you left the home you shared with your sister in Germany. You spoke rather broken french and if it wasn't for Francis you wouldn't even know that much. He was such a strange man now that you thought about it, all the ladies would swoon over his smooth words but you wouldn't. It actually took way before Christmas time for him to even convince you to even give him a dinner date with you.

The snow cleared up and now the children in town were playing in it and you watched for a few minutes before you got up, abruptly deciding maybe a shower would calm you down and distract your wondering mind. You finished up, wrapping the towel around you and stepping in front of the mirror. You studied your reflection and sighed, wet golden brown hair and dark brown eyes nothing really to get worked up over. You threw some comfortable clothes on and a large jacket waiting for 7:30 to come around. It came and, right on time, the door bell rang. You turned the TV off and opened the door to reveal a casually dressed Francis with a large coat on and boots.

"Bonjour, amour(hello, love)" he smiled, you had to admit he was flawlessly handsome.

"Hey, Francis" you smiled sweetly before grabbing his offered arm.

"Vhere are ve going?" you asked as the cold hit you.

"Iz a surprise" he grinned again and opened the door to the car for you. you sat and the warmth of the vehicle made you sigh comfortably. It was a short drive of silence, much to your surprise because he usually talked non-stop.

"Zere we are" he parked and the car stopped.

As you were seated at a small table in a local cafe, it was very nice.

"Zo, Francis. . ." your accent was obvious and in here many noticed but never bothered you.

"Zes, Mon Amour?" you blushed slightly at his very confident behaviour.

"Don't call me zat" he chuckled, it was rather deep and alluring.

"Ze, of course" the waiter came and you two ordered and were left in silence for a few moments until Francis said, well blurted out;

"Je t'aime! Merci de me donner une chance. Je peux être tout ce dont vous avez besoin, vous n'aurez pas besoin d'être plus seul!(I love you! Please give me a chance. I can be all you need, you won't have to be alone anymore!)"

Of all the words you understood, the most important ones were the first and last "Francis, I," his brilliant eyes were begging you.

"Please, I beg ov you. I-" you interrupted him.

"Je t'aime, Francis" his eyes lit up and a smile erupted onto the blondes face.

"Ze lovely woman haz accepted my offer!" he practically squealed to the older couple next to you two that replied in french.

"Ce merveilleux nouvelles, le fils, ne pas traiter son droit(What wonderful news, son, do treat her right)" the older man said and the women just smiled watching your reaction it seemed because your eyes met and a few knowing words were exchanged voicelessly 'you'll know..' what that meant you had yet to figure out but you know you heard her.

"Francis, do leave ze poor people alone" you two talked a long while about everything, you practically told him your life story and he told you his.

It was very cold out by the time you two reached your small home.

"Amour, êtes-vous froid?(Love, are you cold?)" you hadn't realized that by this point you were freezing and involuntarily shaking. All you could do was nod,

"Come" he opened his arms and you willingly walked into his warm hug and never wanted to leave it.

"Better?" he grinned down at you as you stood at the doorway of your home.

"Um, sie können kommen, wenn du willst(You can come in, if you want to)" you hadn't realized it had come out in German not French and the blonde laughed.

"Now I know how you feel, Mon Amour" blushing you stuttered out.

"Oh! C-come in, zat's all I said really" you looked away from his gaze and both of you made it to the small couch in the living room.

He sat down and said "sit wit me" you couldn't resist that begging face.

"Fine" you grinned sitting, curled up against his side.

You both had been sitting in silence for a while until you fell asleep in his arms,

"Joyeux Noël(Merry Christmas)" his lips placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and he sat there, until he too, fell asleep.