Hetalia characters x reader (Request open)

France x reader

You sit legs spread out with your French husband set between them, back to you. He hummed a quiet French song that you had no clue of what it was. Your fingers ran through his blond hair, braiding a few strands together, smiling softly. He'd occasionally let out soft sounds if you tugged too hard, to which you'd apologize for. Francis Bonnefoy was indeed your husband. It was a shock to you too, that he wanted to be tied down, especially with you.

Your slender fingers unbraided his hair, gently scratching his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned back, letting his head fall back on your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, stubble tickling your skin. You let out a soft giggle, turning your head, pressing your lips against his. Francis smiled, moving a hand to wrap around your hand, intertwining your fingers. You broke the kiss, smiling down at him, staring into his cyan eyes.

Francis was by no means perfect, he'd take the occasional glance at another woman, but you always knew you were the only one who could satisfy him fully. Same on his end. You'd look at other men, and sometimes women, but Francis was the only one you loved.

Your finger trailed down his cheek, running over his throat, which hummed happily in response. A soft smile played on both of your faces, and you felt like a teenager. Exchanging soft smiles and light fluttery touches. Francis sat up, turning around and cupping your face in his hands.

You had a day off, so you were both in messy clothes and not caring about your appearances. He had on a long sweater and sweatpants. You were in a t-shirt and shorts. Even though you had no make up on and your hair was a ratted nest, Francis thought you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The Frenchman leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Je t'aime tant[1]..." After not speaking for possibly an hour his voice sounded so low and scratchy, it was beautiful. You smiled softly, understanding what he'd said from all the years you'd been with him. You cupped his cheek, stubble tickling your flesh.

"I love you too." You whispered, tipping your head and pressing your lips against his. Francis's hands moved to your hips, pulling you closer to him. He broke the kiss to run a hand through your hair.

"You're so beautiful." He said softly. "You're perfect, I'll never be able to tell you enough."

"You know once is enough, I know how much you love me, you tell me everyday. I love you too, so much." Francis smiled, curling his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tighter.

Sometimes you were so much closer by just laying in each others arms rather than sex or any other activity.

[1] I love you so much.