The Shots!

France *Dreams* (Pt. 1)

Dreams Part 1
Fandom: Hetalia
Pair: France x Reader
P.S., @alegnas this is for you as a sorry for never responding to your texts! ♡

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"Paris...ah finalement!" You exclaimed, walking out of the airport and breathing in the air.

It's taken you a lot more than a few years to reach, but you finally made it. You finally got into the city of your dreams, Paris! It took you more than enough French lessons, being the top of your Hotel and Restaurant Management classes, and a whole lot of blood, sweat and tears, but you finally made it.

What's more, you're going to be working in this splendid city doing your dream job, you'll be working as one of the head chefs in the one of the most famous restaurants in the world, 'Bonnefoy dans le Cuisiner'! All that hard work has finally paid off!

"Un taxi, s'il vous plaît!" You said enthusiastically to the man working at the taxi cab stand, straightening your cardigan.

You hope you're not dressed too shabbily in this chic little city. You're wearing a simple tan blouse, a pair of dark blue jeans, a pair of black sandals, and a blue cardigan to top it all off. You don't have much accessories either, just a pair of solitaire earrings, the matching necklace, and a slim silver watch encrusted with diamonds your parents gave you before you left.

He nodded his head and called a taxi for you. A taxi came and you said a quick 'merci beaucoup' and entered the cab. Surprisingly, you have just a tiny bit of luggage; all you have is your backpack and your compact baggage that stores all your necessities and whatnot. You didn't pack much because everything else you'll need will be arriving next week.

You told the taxi driver the way to your new apartment and off you went.

Looking out of the window, you wondered how it would be like when you settle down, when you get used to its splendor and beauty.

You also pondered over what would happen at work. How will your fellow colleagues feel when they find out that you're just a newbie and already a head chef? Will they hate you? You hope not. But they probably won't be so harsh, after all, you've already met one of them, the one who interviewed you. What is his name again? Was it Franco? François? Francis? You forgot about it amidst the excitement of getting your dream job in your dream country

When you both met, you two immediately hit it off. He's nice and amicable, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. With amazing blonde hair that falls in gentle waves, a pair of beautiful sky blue eyes, and an impressive sense of fashion, you were honestly surprised that he isn't a model.

You're also mulling over why he doesn't want to tell you what his position is, all he said is that he's interviewing you for the job. (You knew that the job is not a hoax; he didn't ask for any money like this frauds, and the flight to Paris was even paid for!)

He also insisted on not telling you his last name, saying 'you'll know it very soon'. It sounded quite cryptic to you, but nevertheless you were happy that you got the job.

"Madame, nous sommes arrivés dans ton destination," The taxi driver said, snapping you back to reality.

(Miss, you arrived at your destination.)

"Ah, oui. Merci!" You said cheerfully, getting out your wallet, about to pay, but the taxi driver stopped you.

(Ah, yes, thank you!)

"Non, non, it's on zhe house as you foreigners say!" The taxi driver (who looks like he's in his thirties) said, smiling.

"Es-tu sûr?"

(Are you sure?)

"Oui, oui, je ne voudrais pas ruiner ton premier jour dans Paris!"

(Yes, yes, I do not want to ruin your first day in Paris!)

Instead of saying that you couldn't accept it and that you should pay, you just smiled back. Best not to waste any more time.

"Merci beaucoup monsieur!" You said, getting your baggage and stepping out of the taxi. He nodded then sped away into the city.

(Thank you very much sir!)

The people here are so hospitable! You thought happily. It's unbelievable how nice they are!

With a smile as bright as the sun, you turned around and nearly gasped at the place you're going to stay. It's absolutely incredible. You stayed glued in your spot transfixed by its splendor.

It is a tall, bricked three story building, a terrace on each floor, and a dark-colored tiled triangular roof to top it. The terraces have a black fence decorated with augustly intricate patterns; each different from the other. One has a cherub strumming a harp while the other has a rosebush.

The bricks used seem to be a mixture between light brown and peach, specked with dark brown spots from the weather. On both sides of the house are a pair of tall chestnut trees, their leaves turning brown because of the start of fall, and thus accentuating the sort of painting. This is all softened by the honey hue the sunset is giving off, making it look antique and truly magical.

"Excusez-moi, Madame?" Someone said behind you, breaking you from your trance. His voice sounds familiar...

(Excuse me, miss?)

"A-ah, oui?" You replied, not looking at him yet. You can't take your eyes away from the beautiful scenery!

(A-ah, yes?)

"Es-tu perde- Wait, y/n?" The man said in a surprised tone.

(Are you lost- Wait y/n?)

"Hm?" You looked behind you. "Francis?!" You said, just as surprised, so surprised that you remembered his name. Who knew you'd be meeting one of your to-be co-workers here?

"Ah y/n! It really is you!" Francis exclaimed, happy to see you, with a smile gracing his features.

"And it really is you! I didn't expect we'd meet already!" You smiled back, chuckling.

"So, I'm guessing you just arrived?"

"Yeah, just came from the airport."

"Okay, then you must be tired from the long journey. Come, let me take you to my house and I'll cook dinner." He said, already getting your bags.

"Or would you like to put your bags in the apartment first? Oui, I think that's better, so that you won't have to carry anything!" He smiled once more, picking up your bags and started walking into the enchanting house. You stood there glued to the spot, surprised by his sudden offers.

"Are you coming?" He looked back at you.

"H-huh? Uh, o-oui! And i-it's okay, I could carry my bags myself!" You said, hurrying over and trying to get your bags from him.

"Non, non, non, I'll bring them up, after all, une belle like you shouldn't be carrying such heavy bags!"

You just blushed in response as he took your bags.

"So which floor are you in, ma chére?"

"I-In the second floor..." You replied bash shyly, looking away so he won't see your red face. Why does he have to be so charismatic?

"Really? Well that's good to hear, I live on the second floor as well!" He said as you smiled in disbelief.

"Sérieux?!" You exclaimed, what a happy coincidence!

He nodded.

"Oui!"

And so you two went up the stairs to your new home, starting a new chapter in your life.

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A/n:

There'll be a second chapter I swear! I just thought this was getting a bit long, and I know that it's not that romantic yet, but just you wait till the next chapter!