You and Louis were enjoying one of your rare cuddle sessions, though he was very affectionate with you-as far as he usually is anyway. He used to always say, as Oliver would often tell you, that he would never fall in love and never have sex that it was stupid. However now he seemed to understand love and what it was.
So Francis was sitting up in his bed, his back against the headboard, his legs spread and you sitting in the V his legs made. Your back pressed against his chest, and Rose Red was sitting on your lap. You were petting her and giggled as she licked your fingers.
He caught your chin in the crook of his finger, turning your head so you faced him and he gave you the most chaste kiss. "You know cherie, (darling,) we haven't been to a movie in a while and (movie you're looking foreword to seeing) came out." He pointed out and then nodded, "and maybe we can have dinner at (favorite restaurant.)" He added with a smirk and you smiled softly resting your head on his shoulder.
"That sounds lovely," you cooed closing your big (eye color) eyes that Louis loved so very much.
So later on the two of you made plans, you chose a movie time, choosing to go on a Monday since very few people went to the movies on a Monday. You two took the time it would take to eat and planned everything.
First you put on a beautiful (favorite color) dress that hugged your curves in all the right places and accentuated the parts of you that you liked and covered up the parts that you didn't like. Actually Allen, the often forgotten brother of the four, had gone shopping with you and had picked out this particular dress and talked you into trying it on and that yes, you could so work it out. You knew the secret that Allen liked to dress in dresses, skirts, and other woman's clothing so the two of you would often go shopping together.
You styled your hair (favorite formal style) hairstyle, you did light yet majestic makeup that brought attention to your kissable lips, your touchable skin glow even more and made your (eye color) jewel eyes pop eve more. The final part was you put a tricolor in your hair, the ribbons tickling your cheek.
Louis blushes slightly, it is so slight that if you didn't know him as well as you did you would miss it. You smiled as he offered you a single rose corsage which you happily slipped onto your (non dominant hand side) wrist.
Taking his hand you led him out, he took you to the restaurant and though he glared at anyone who came within arms reach of him he still held your hand and his eyes were soft as they looked at you. He pulled your chair out allowing you to slip in and pushed it in.
"Merci~" you cooed to him and he still couldn't get over how lovely your voice was when you spoke French. He honestly couldn't stand it almost, with how seductive your voice was as you spoke French. And you knew that he loved it.
As you two spoke and ate, you'd talk and he was actually awkward. Yes, Louis Bonnefoy was awkward. He was always smooth as French wine but he was stuttering, and being generally awkward. Maybe it was the way the low lights highlighted your (skin tone) flesh, maybe it was the way that the (favorite color) dress hugged your curves and kissed your thighs where it fell. Maybe it was the way the moonlight bathed your hair, or perhaps it was the way your eyes sparkled like stars or your smile which was like sunlight.
However he was being awkward. And it was adorable.
To be fair, as you came to the movie he suddenly was back to his normal self, holding you close and held you. He made sure that you two sat far away from everyone else, and held you to his side with his arm over your shoulders as the two of you watched it. It was pretty good, from the parts you saw, you two were spending most of the movie making out.
Personally I usually subscribe to the idea that 2p!Canada has a thing about being forgotten. But my beautiful love likes the idea that while Canada lives in America's shadow, 2p!America lives in 2p!Canada's shadow. I rarely do that but like I've said, mon ange belle likes it so I sometimes play with the idea. Also I've heard the idea that 2p!America likes to dress in woman's clothing, sometimes that he's transgender or sometimes he just likes it but is still a man. Either way I thought it'd be fun to play with the idea.
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2p!FrancexChubby!Innocent!Killer!Reader
FanfictionThis was a commission on my Deviantart, known as Ciggarette. Reader-chan is bullied to the point something snaps, going on a killing spree she meets the 2p!FACE family and gets very close to a certain stoic smoking French man named Louis Bonnefoy.