FrancexChubby!NewCountry!Reader

Lammas

You hummed gently as you got dressed, you wore a pair of comfortable pants, a lightweight shirt, and comfortable shoes. You pulled your (hair length) tresses (up in a ponytail/back with a headscarf) and stuffed a sweat rag into your pocket, you were about to leave when you heard your phone ringing and you went to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hello cherie~ (darling~)" you smiled hearing Francis's voice.

"Francis!" You grinned, you loved hearing his voice, there was something about talking to him, even if it is nothing romantic, just talking to him about the weather, a play, some music, it didn't matter just hearing him talking made things, right was the only word you had for it.

"I'm in the neighborhood, I'm visiting (country your close to), my boss wanted me to talk to them about some trades. Do you want to spend some time together?" He asked and you smiled but sighted.

"I'd love to Francis, but I can't." You bit your lip, "it's Lammas."

"Zut? (What?)" You could hear the confusion in his voice and just giggled.

"Lammas is the first harvest of the year. August 1st is a big deal here."

"Really? Well do you need some help?" He offered and you smiled gently, he could be so sweet.

"If you're willing to help that'd be nice, but you don't need to."

"Nonsense! You are ma amour~ (my love~) I'll be over soon!" He promised, "J'taime! (I love you!)" You giggled as you got off the phone, and true to his word it was only a little over an hour later that Francis showed up. You were already working hard with a basket and sickle.

Grinning you waved him over and he came and gave you a sweet kiss. You protested because you were sweaty but he just chuckled and pulled you closer to him and nuzzled you. You chuckled and shaking your head handed him a sickle and basket to him and he looked shocked.

Of course he knew what it was and how to use it, however since the industrial revolution he hadn't used it. "Cherie? (Darling?)" He asked as you looked up from the grain you were harvesting to raise a brow at him confused at what he was speaking of. "You do know there is machinery to do this, oui? (yes?)"

"Oui, (Yes,)" you nodded and went back to work. Obviously you didn't answer the question to his satisfaction, obviously, because you could feel his blue/violet eyes still resting on your plump form. "I don't use technology to plant, tend, or reap my crops. The act of planting seeds one by one, tending them, and then reaping what has been sown gives the energy back to the land, in exchange for the food which will give us the energy again."

This he seemed a bit taken aback but still nodded, seemingly satisfied now, with your answer. With that you two both kept working, with the natives of your island and everything that was ready to be harvested now was. Some wasn't ready to be harvested and those crops were left alone.

Finishing you grinned at him and chuckled, "merci Francis. (thank you Francis.)" You thanked him with a smile and gave him a peck, giggling at the light blush that dusted his cheeks. "Would you like some dinner? There will be a ritual later but there is plenty of time for dinner." You offered him and he gave a gentle smile at you, really you were just too cute.

"That sounds nice, thank you cherie. (darling.)" He agreed and you led him to your home. At your home you made buttered chicken, garlic roasted corn, along with blueberry cobbler. It was just a bit past dusk when you two were sitting down to dinner. As you two ate you held hands, using your free ones to eat.

Finishing you put the dishes in the sink and went to change, Francis didn't think anything of it until you came out he did a double take. You wore a white flowing dress that was floor length, underneath it you wore Grecian sandles, you wore a light blue ribbons around your waist. The top part of your dress, as well as the long sleeves, was gauzy white fabric, your hair was held up with magenta ribbons and you held a conch in your hands. With it being finished you led him to the beach in the crescent of the half moon like island.

You told him to stay there and slowly made your way to the ocean, slipping your sandles off before you reached the water. You walked into the water till it reached your waist, the water lapping at the ribbon around your waist. Tonight was a full moon and it was time for the ritual.

You filled the conch with water and as you slowly held it up to the direction of the full moon, it was huge and bright white, as you recited a poem about the moon. As you finished you tilted the conch allowing the water to fall along your torso. As you spoke you finished you smiled and started to walk back, blushing slightly as Francis saw you since he had never seen you perform a ritual. Plus the sand sticking to you was uncomfortable but you didn't care.

Francis was shocked as he, being a bit of a pervert, realized that the water was making it very easy to see through your dress. He quiet liked the view~ however others may also like it so he quickly pulled his jacket off as you shivered slightly at the cool air.

"Francis?" You asked as he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. He just smiled and leaning down kissed your forehead.

Just to clarify in case any of you have forgotten, when I make a reader-insert the reader is an island nation, it is up to you if where you want that island to be. For instance for me it'd be between Norway, Denmark, and Germany, closest to Germany, so France would probably be visiting with Germany/Prussia. But for instance if you choose your island to be near China or America or something that'd be who he was visiting with. I'm saying close to geographically, not close to as friend.