Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

Hetalia Halloween: Rose - France

You glanced at America before sighing, digging your hand into the hat. You first felt something hard and glass like, but it didn't really interest you. Next you felt something thin and cold, still not interesting. The something soft and small touched your fingers, now this interested you. you wrapped your fingers around it, only for little pinches of pain to shoot through your hand.

"Ow!" You dropped the item, retreating your hand from the hat. America gave you a weird look, taking a look into the hat and chuckled. He reached in the hat, bringing out a fully bloomed rose. "Ohnohnohnohn!~ It seems you have got my item ma cheri!~" A French laced voice laughed, making you turn around.

It was France. He was wearing a French Coach Driver costume, but the bottom of the costumes coat faded away, almost like a ghost. France wore a smirk as he walked up to you, throwing his arm across your shoulders.
The overwhelming smell of roses and wine invaded you nose, it was intoxicating. "Come on _____, lets play seven minutes in heaven...~" France purred, grabbing your hand and leading you to the closet.

France stopped in front of the closet, doing a slight bow. "You first _____.~"
You blushed, looking away from him as you walked into the closet. France stepped in and closed the door, making the small space completely dark. You heard a small click from the outside of the door, meaning someone locked the door. Meaning neither or you could leave the closet.

You turned around, coming face to face with a smirked France. You jumped back in surprise, France quickly wrapped his arms around you. One hand was placed on your hip while the other on the small of your back, threatening to travel to your ass. Your chest was pressed against his, your hands on his chest. You blushed, looking away like you did before. France frowned. "_____, please look at me..."

He gently gripped your chin, making you look at him. His azure colored eyes shined as he smiled, not his usual perverted one, but a true genuine smile. "Zhere we go! Now I can see you beautiful face!~"
Your blush darkened, France chuckled in amusement.
You glanced at France who was staring down at you, his blue eyes sparkling as he did. The dark blue orbs met yours making you freeze. His eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned closer, his face mere inches from yours.

"Is zhere somezhing you want to tell me ma cheri?~" He asked.
'Other than the fact that I have a crush on you? Not really...' You thought sarcastically to myself. "N-no." You stuttered, mentally face palming for doing so. He chuckled lowly before getting even closer, his breath fanning over your face with the smell of sweet wine.
"Don't lie to me, what is on your mind?" He asked, his eyes wavering between amusement and a hint of sadness.

You remained silent, but your mind was overflowing. You had always had a crush on the perverted Frenchman, you loved everything about him. Yes he could be very perverted at times, but he's very passionate about love and is really sweet.
You only dreamed of being together with him, but you knew it was never going to happen. He would always have a new girlfriend every week, so he certainly wasn't interested in men. Which meant you weren't in the picture of being France's lover.

Then thought made your heart sink. Your chest swelled and it became hard to breath, your eyes became irritated.
You gently pushed France away, turning away from him. The bangs of your (h/c) hair covered your sad (e/c) eyes, a sad arua developing around you. France was surprised, "_____, what's wrong?" He asked, taking a step towards you.

"The fact that you'll never like me back the same that I like you..." You muttered under my breath so France couldn't hear.
"What?" He asked, a confused expression on his face. You sighed and pushed him away, making him even more confused. You never pushed anyone away. "It's nothing France." You mumbled, moving your eyes to the ground.

His hands suddenly grasped your, making you look up in his eyes. "_____, please, what is bozhering you?" He asked, nearly pleading as he squeezed them gently.
"You France. You're what's bothering me..." You answered sternly, France's face was one of shock. "M-me?!" He stuttered, tightening his grip on your hands.
You scoffed, "Yes, you France. You make me feel weird when I'm around you, and that feeling is love. You get what I'm saying France? I'm saying that I love you! OK there, I said it! I love you France!" You lightly shouted, not wanting the other countries to hear.
"But you don't feel the same, do you?" You asked lowly before looking at the ground, only for France to quickly grab your chin and capture you into a kiss.

You were surprised, suddenly pushed away. "What the hell France?!" You yelled in confusion as you pushed against his shoulders, your eyes full of shock. France chuckled before replying, "You said you love me no? Well I love you too..." He smiled and leaned toward your lips only to be stopped by your hand.
"How do I know you truly love me France. Every time I see you you're flirting with some random girl! How? Just how?" You asked, tears threatening your eyes.

France's hands left yours and gently cupped your cheeks, some stray tears falling on them that he wiped away.
"I only flirted with zhem to get your attention... To make you jealous." He stated flatly, noticing the flaws it had. France saw your eyes faltered between two very different emotions, love and hatred.
"Well it worked very damn well..." You smiled before leaning forward and placed a gently kiss on his lips that he returned, your hands finding his hair and wrapping themselves in it.
France pulled away and placed his forehead on your, staring into her (e/c) orbs. "Allez-vous être le mien." He asked, running a hand down your side. You smiled, "Oui..." And placed a loving kiss on his nose.

France tilted your head up, "Je t'aime." He said, before kissing you softly. He may have started off soft and sweet, but this is France. It's impossible for him to stay that way very long. His tongue traced your bottom lip as his hands rested on your hips. You wrapped your arms round his neck as you opened your mouth slightly. He delved in, exploring every nook and cranny. You moaned a little, letting your hands run through his golden locks.
Soon the need for air became needed, making the kiss end. Your face was set ablaze, France staring down at you hungrily.

You were pushed gently against the wall, butterfly kisses travelling up your neck. You blushed, if possible, even darker, his stubble grazing against the skin of your collarbone.
"F-france!" You stuttered, feeling his hands trace your sides. You heard him chuckle, that signature laugh just made you want to throw him to the floor. But you could never do that.
"Now shush _____... We don't want the others to hear us!~" He said, kissing your jaw line.
He kissed down you jaw and to your neck, sucking and biting your neck, making sure to leave a dark mark.
You gasped, gathering fistfuls of his white-blue shirt. France was about to rip your shirt from you body when the door burst open.

"Alright you two! Times up!" America shouted, grabbing the both of you and throwing you both out before dragging Summer into the closet with him.
Both you and France were dazed a bit before France snapped out of it.
France then looked at you and smirked. "Fancy taking this to the bedroom mi amore?"