Hetalia! ~Country X Reader

France X Reader~ Beautiful

Your eyes opened tiredly as you felt the stinging of the sunlight enter them.

You sighed and rolled over, hitting the annoying alarm clock that always killed your perfect dreams.

You sat up from bed, annoyed and irritated and walked towards the bathroom, lazily and disoriented.

You held your head and turned on the shower, as hot as it could go, and let the steam consume you, helping with your headache.

You stood in front of the mirror and looked at your reflection, sighing sadly before you smiled a little when a man walked in.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close.

"Bonjour~ you look as beautiful as always Mon Cheri." He purred into your ear and you giggled.

"Seriously France, why do you always have to be so damn sexy, eh?" You asked turning around and tapping his chest, which, for the record, had no shirt.

He winked and chuckled, "~Ohonhonhonhon, I am zhe country of Love. It is my duty to remain sexy." He said with a smirk and kissed your cheek.

You blushed and pushed him away teasingly, "Ah Ah Ah. We had a lot of that last night, let me rest for a bit honey." You said giggling and he smiled and nodded.

He slipped off your shirt and your pajama bottoms, and you blushed a deep tomato red.

He admired your beauty and held you close.

"I've lived for over a century, and your still zhe most beautiful zhing I have ever seen. Inside and out." He said lovingly and you leaned up and kissed him.

He took off his boxers and you both went into the shower together, just holding each other, and talking sweet words to each other.

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And even in when you felt you were in your worst state, he still saw you as beautiful.

And he was all you ever needed, because to you, HE was the definition of beautiful.