FrancexChubby!NewCountry!Reader

Make Trades

You had gotten back from France, the land not the person, and hadquiet enjoyed your time. Francis was a very gracious host and he madeyou feel right at home. You had heard the rumors that he was arapist, you knew from hearing him talk and others quote him that lovewas something that couldn't be forced. He'd never do anything thatwasn't consensual, he could be someone's regret but not force someoneinto it. He was sweet, loving, and all around a great guy. You quietenjoyed spending Imbolic in his house.

But now you were back and you had work to do. Paperwork, meetings,and such. It could get pretty damn annoying. You were in the middleof a huge twenty seven page pack, you had just gotten to thesixteenth page filling it out when your phone started ringing. Youpicked it up not even checking the caller ID.

"Hello. Romanli." You answered in a clipped, professional tone.Your 'business tone' as one of your previous bosses had named it.

"Name? Bonjour cherie. (Hello darling.)" You heard Francis'svoice come through and you smiled gently before frowning.

"Francis? Hello. Listen I really want to talk to you, but I can'tsince I'm at work." You apologized but Francis gave a gentlechuckle.

"Relax belle, (beautiful,) this is strictly a country call." Hesaid and you blinked shocked (eye color) eyes. No country had calledyou before. You may be a nation but few nations bothered with youyet, you were little more than a micro nation and as an island nationyou didn't have much to offer.

"Really? What is it then?" You asked curiously and also a bitnervous. This would be the first time another country would call youas a country. Country to country.

"Well I was wondering if you'd be willing to open up trades?" Heasked and you were surprised. You were open to it but you neverthought that someone would want to, you were pretty self sufficient.

"I'm open to it; what do you want?" You asked curiously yourheart was beating fast you were so nervous.

"I know this might sound strange but butter." He said and yougiggled, you remember turning butter, it was actually very relaxing.

"That could be arranged, maybe you can send cheese over here?"You asked, it was part of your culture when someone reached the ageof maturity they'd got to visit at least one country, it was soingrained that if a person couldn't afford it there were scholarshipsto let them visit different countries. This had caused a strongmixture with different cultures especially (culture(s) that you feelclose to).

"Cheese? Of course~" Francis assured with a smile and thensighed.

"What is it?" You asked a bit worried. Before you could worry hespoke up.

"I love talking to you and hearing your sweet voice but I have togo back to work. A meeting." He sighed and you giggled.

"I wish I could give more sympathy but I have a stack of paperworkas long as my arm." You wished you were exaggerating. The pack youwere working on before Francis called wasn't the last of thepaperwork.

"Okay, au revior Name. (goodbye Name.)"

"Bye Francis, have a good day." You giggled hanging up the phoneand sighing you got back to filling out the packet again.

I decided to trysomething new, I hope it'll work well.