FrancexChubby!NewCountry!Reader

Ask To Marry

You had visited Francis and his home more than once, and he had called asking you to come visit so you agreed to do so. You were actually wearing quiet a nice dress today, you had just gotten it not too long ago. It was a dress that fell just short of your knees, it tucked in your waist making your breast look bigger and your arse to pop more. It was in the pattern of the French flag, you had blushed horribly when you decided to get it but you were in love with Francis. You had no shame in showing it, but you were quiet shy about showing Francis.

You were actually in his home now, in the guest bedroom. You hadn't spent the night in this room which was very nice but plain however you hadn't slept here. Instead you had slept with Francis, cuddling and napping together.

Coming out Francis was busy making breakfast of (favorite kind of eggs) eggs, (bacon/sausage/vegetarian bacon/vegetarian sausage), some toast with a small jar of (favorite jelly) jelly, and (pancakes/french toast/waffles). (Coffee/Tea) was brewing and you could smell from here it was (favorite coffee flavor/favorite tea flavor) as well as some fresh squeezed (favorite juice) juice.

"You've really gone all out ammourex. (sweetheart.)" You giggled and Francis smirked as he dished out the food.

"Only for you ma cherie. (my darling.)" He said as he started to turn around but froze suddenly. "N-Name?" He gasped as he saw you and you looked down cupping your hands and smiling shyly.

"I...I know it's in your flag." You said and Francis nodded his blue/violet eyes wide as he stared at you, he could see how much that glorious dress accentuated your lovely (big/medium/small) breasts and the dress drew attention to your waist and your beautiful silhouette, and he couldn't help but wonder if the view from the back has as good a view as the front.

However he was staying silent for so long you started to get worried and backed up, thinking maybe you had crossed a line maybe. "Oh...desole, (sorry,) I'll go change." You said turning and Francis realized two things at the same time. One, he had been so entrapped by your beauty that he had ended up hurting your feelings.

The second was that yes, the view from behind was just as good as from the front.

He hurried to you gripping your wrist and you turned shocked, "that's not it at all cherie! (darling!)" He denied and you honestly didn't believe him, thinking he was just trying not to insult you, "I was just shocked. I can't believe it myself how much I like you wearing my flag," Francis assured you and you gave a gentle smile to him.

Francis first took you to a cafe, it was quaint and the coffee was strong but smooth. As you were drinking coffee and chatting, you spoke (French/a mixture of French and (language you feel close to)). While this was all done there was a small stage where a play was taking place, it was like an armatures' opera. It was quaint and sweet and you actually quiet enjoyed it.

"Enjoying the show?" Francis finally asked, right before you were watching a man preforming a monologue, you had just been wondering if you should try to take something similar back on your island as an after school club or something, and you turned to him and nodded. "So you prefer red heads?" He asked figuring his own golden blonde hair and you looked at him confused.

"What?" You asked then realized, your (eye color) orbs widening and you giggled, "aw~ your jealous~" you cooed to him and he started blushing darkly. "I wasn't looking at him himself Francis!" Francis looked from being jealous to confused, "I was thinking a small stage in a cafe might be something good. Maybe I can introduce an intensive for it, it might be a nice after school club." You explained to him, and he seemed mollified and you couldn't help but giggle at that. He really was just too adorable for words.

Francis then looked away from you and you smirked into your coffee. The next place he took you was to walk along the gardens that were near the palace. He also took you with him to see the museum that was his favorite, it held the Mona Lisa, you found it quiet confusing. The painting was by Leonardo da Vinci, a Italian man who was born in Vinci, Italy-where he got the last name "da Vinci" meaning of Vinici, the bastard son of a servant girl and a noble-and died in Milan, Italy.

The only thing French about it was that it was for a very long time in France. Would artwork made in your island by your citizens be one day be considered another country's? Would a artwork made by another citizen, one from another country, be considered yours? You didn't like the idea of that.

When you had gone through the museum and headed to walk along to the Eiffel Tower, he said something about wanting to show you something. By this point it was pitch black night and you gasped as you came to the road where you could see the Tower in the background.

"Amour? (Love?)" He asked as you looked at it shocked and took a deep breath.

"I'm okay," you assured him, "it just always takes my breath away, this...this is why it's called 'the city of light'" you explained watching the lights as Francis gave you a sweet loving smile. You didn't see it as you were looking at the lights, he placed his large hand on your lower back and walked you to the Eiffel Tower that was in the background.

There were several restaurants inside of the Tower, you two went together and sat together at his favorite of the restaurants. He had frogs' legs paired with sweet red French wine and you had (favorite French cuisine) paired with (favorite drink to pair with the meal).

All throughout the dinner you talked, sometimes you'd hold hands, how he managed to be eating frogs' legs and not have his hands dirty you'd never know, he didn't wipe his hands an awful lot as he was eating.

Once you two finished your dinner you got a (favorite French dessert) to share, the two of you fed each other and kissed each other between bites. At the end he went to the very top of the Tower. Usually no one was allowed on the very top of the Eiffel Tower but he was the personification of France, he was able to pull some strings.

It was beautiful up here, it was like the night sky was on the ground, as was the sky. It was breathtaking. The wind would flow lifting your (curly/wavy/straight) (hair color) locks and you smiled and turned to Francis grinning to tell him how beautiful it all was but gasped seeing Francis, kneeling before you holding a black velvet box.

You gasped as he gave you an unsure smile. He slowly opened the velvet box, the ring rested against (favorite color) velvet, the ring was elegant and almost simple but the craftsmanship was amazing. The medium sized (silver/gold) ring looked very elegant with the gemstone. It wasn't the traditional diamond of an engagement ring. It was emerald and ruby, the emerald cut was of a stem and two leaves, one leaf on either side laying horizontally. The ruby was cut to be the bulb of the rose.

"I...I am the nation of love, oui, (yes,) but this isn't something I've ever done. Mais...(But...) I want to do this with you. J'taime ma cherie, J'taime becoup. (I love you my darling, I love you so much.) Will you marry me?" He asked you as you watched him with wide, shocked eyes.

Second thoughts of if this was a good idea started to just whisper along the edges of his mind when you let out a cry and jumping into his arms. You were repeating the word yes in (language you like), as well as how much you love.

Francis let out a relieved laugh and kissed you passionately. Taking the ring from its (favorite color) satin bed and slipped it onto your finger. Smiling you saw the red and green glinting gems against the (metal color) on your (skin color) hand.

Frogs' legs are finger food. I don't know why but it is. And the ring was inspired by mein sohen princzeen, you know who you are liebeing. Ich liebe dich!

And the metal color, I don't know if you all understand but there is different silvers and golds. Like there is tarnished silver, sterling silver and such, then gold there is white gold, rose gold, and such. I hope you two understand and such. And I hope you all like this chapter!