2p!FrancexChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader

Beautiful

You smiled gently at how loving Louis was being, he was holding yourhand as the two of you walked along a path in the woods that was nearthe house he, his three brothers, and you lived. For Louis that wasbeing loving, he was one to not have much public displays ofaffection, or any real displays of affection. But the little he didshow each day he would do that made you feel so warm and fuzzy, hewasn't the gushing romantic but you could feel his sincere love foryou.

You two decided to stop by a particularly large (favorite tree). Youglanced over as Louis rested his arm over your shoulder. You smiledand couldn't resist resting your head on Louis's shoulder. Hestiffened for a moment before relaxing. His hand moved to stroke your(hair length) locks with the hand attached to the arm over yourshoulders.

You two just sat there for who knows how long. Neither of you wantedto really tell about the time, you were just enjoying your timetogether. After a bit he moved his face to kiss your temple, youturned your head and kissed his lips gently. You two enjoyed nuzzlingwith each other before slowly more and more kissing each other.

Eventually he slowly pushed you down onto the soft grass, the largetree shaded the two of you as he used one hand to hold himself up,still pressed flush to you, and the other stroked your(curly/wavy/straight) hair.

After a bit you rolled the two of you so that you could nuzzleagainst him. He slowly started to stroke your back and it felt reallynice as you hummed. However his hands moved further down to grip thehem of your (favorite color) shirt and started to lift, showing aslip of (skin tone) flesh.

Your reaction was immediate. You let out a yelp and jumped away fromhim and pressed yoru back to the trunk of the tree, your knees pulledup. Louis slowly sat up on his elbows looking at you with confusedviolet orbs. Did he hurt you? Did you not like being disrobed out inthe open, even if there was no one else here? Did you just not wantto be disrobed.

But as he saw your blushing fluffy cheeks, your tense body language,your curvy form shaking slightly, the pained facial expression, andthe slight fear swirling in your (eye color) orbs it all clicked forhim. You didn't want to be disrobed because of how you viewedyourself. He didn't understand, you were one of the few things hethought that actually held beauty in this ugly world.

"Name...cherie...(darling...)" he says softly and you areshocked, he rarely calls you that. "Are you feeling insecure?" Heasks but the tone of voice makes it clear that he already knows,and your silence just confirms it. "I'm not a lover, nor am Iflamboyant nor romantic. I am not French in that way. I will never bethe type to wax poetic to you or come up with pretty phrases tocompare your beauty to the moon, lighting my way in my darkest hour,so listen up. Oui? (Yes?)"

You were shocked but he didn't give you a chance to respond before hecontinued on.

"Your are absolutely beautiful. True beauty like I never knew itcould exist. From your delicate feet, perfect for dancing, yourstrong legs to wrap around my waist and walk beside me. Your hipswhich will one day cradle my children until they are strong enough tocome out to this big, grotesque world. Your stomach which is perfectfor cuddling, your breast and cette (butt) which...I can see theappeal." He blushed as he said that and if it was any time else youwould have giggled at the cute little blush barely dusting hischeeks. "Your hands are perfect for holding, your fingers entwiningwith mine. I would want to make love to you, with your arms wrappedaround my neck and your legs wrapped around my waist." Now it wasyour turn to blush, "your cute face, blushing is so adorable. Iwould never want to even touch anyone. But you are different. Yoursoft (skin tone) flesh, your (smoldering/bright) eyes.

He then sighed and spoke again looking away blushing again, "I loveyou Name. J'taime. (I love you.)" He looked at you as he said thatand maintained eye contact. "You are tres belle, (very beautiful,)but there is more than that to you. Who you are is what I love.Compared to that I couldn't care less about how you look." He saidreaching forward to brush some strands of (hair color) strands out ofyour face.

You smiled gently at him and a tear slipped from your (eye color)eyes and you hugged him tightly. "J'taime aussi! (I love you to!)"

In my mind2p!France hates love and being touched in any way, but if it was theright person he would do it but wouldn't ever be like France.Hopefully I pulled it off, I have to say of all the 2p!FACE that2p!France is the hardest with me, I rarely write him.