Hetalia Oneshots (Requests Open)

France x Reader ~~Part 1~~

Your pov

The phone rang, telling you that, once again, Francis was calling. You glanced at it, debating whether or not to answer. If you didn't, he would just keep calling. If you did, you'd be babysitting his son again. Well, you'd probably be doing that anyway, so you decided to answer. You looked down at the two blonds in the contact picture, smiling slightly, as you picked up.

"Hey, Francis," You said.

"Bonjour(1), ma belle(2), (Y/N)," He chirped. Sighing, you knew he had a date. Again. You also knew that, Matthew, would be at your house for a good portion of the day. It wasn't that you minded having him around, he was a good kid, but you worried that he wasn't spending enough time with his father.

"Let me guess, you want me to babysit," You said, plainly. You could almost hear the smile in his voice.

"This girl is the one, mon a mi(3)," He chirped, excitedly. You rolled your (E/C) eyes. It's not that you wanted to rain on your best friend's parade, but he said that all the time.

"You say that about every girl you date," You sighed. He laughed, you could hear the true giddiness in his voice and, for a second, you imagined that you were the reason for it. Just as soon as you thought that, his voice shattered it.

"(Girl) and I have been on a few dates. I really think she's the one," He said. You raised your eyebrows, not expecting the sincerity of this. For a split second, tears pricked your eyes. You were happy that he was happy, but you wanted nothing more than to be the girl he was talking about.

"Okay, I'll watch, Matthew," You said, keeping the light, if not slightly skeptic, tone in your voice.

"I'm so glad you said that, mon a mi. I'm on your porch," He said. You hung up and opened the front door, slightly annoyed. It would have been nice to have some forewarning about having to watch his kid. You glared lightly at him, chastising him with your eyes, before grinning down at the blond child.

"Hey, Mattie!" You giggled. He smiled and ran into your arms the second you squatted down to his height. "So, what time will you come to get him?"

"Well, if all goes well, tomorrow," Francis purred, wiggling his eyebrows. You scoffed, slightly angry that he expected you to drop everything for him.

"I have things to do tomorrow. I actually have things to do today, but I think I can accomplish them with, Mattie," You said. He tilted his head, giving you a smile that you knew he reserved for you. To make you feel special. It worked most of the time.

"Please, mon a mi," He begged. You set Matthew on his feet, telling him to go play in the living room while you talked to his dad. Placing your hand on his chest, you pushed him back through the door, shutting it behind you.

"You can't keep dropping him on me like this," You whispered, knowing that Matthew would be listening at the door.

"You said you would watch him, no?" He said, looking confused. His big blue eyes shined in a way that made you weak in the knees and fuzzy in the head. You ran your fingers through your (H/C) hair.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Thank you, belle!" He cheered, cutting you off, running to his car, and speeding away.

"I can't keep dropping my life to be his mother," You finished, quietly. Shaking your head, you walked back inside. Matthew stared up at you with big, innocent eyes and you smiled tiredly at him. You loved the kid, but you weren't his mother. He wasn't your responsibility. Damn you and you inability to resist Francis' charm.

"Do you not like having me around, Miss (Y/N)?" He asked. Picking him up, you smiled with a little more enthusiasm. He was a seven year old kid, so it wasn't like you were going to tell him no. You liked him, but, as you said before, you're not his mother.

"Of course I do, Mattie. Why wouldn't I?" You said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Papa, doesn't like having me around," He muttered, tears beginning to well in his eyes. Your heart shattered at the sight of this. How often did Francis leave him since Matthew's mother died.

You remembered so clearly how devastated he was when she died. Matthew was still a baby at the time. You'd pretty much moved in with them and took care of them as Francis grieved. Francis walked around like the living dead for the longest time before you finally got him back on track. The gaunt, hollowness of his face still haunted you from time to time when you thought about it. You looked into his son's violet eyes, threatening to spill tears, just like his own all that time ago

"Oh, Mattie, no. Your Papa loves you very much and I know he wants you around," You said, soothingly. His lip quivered, a fat tear rolled down his cheek, and he began to shake.

"W-why does h-he leave t-to go with that lady?" He asked. Your felt your face drop because there was no good way to explain this to such a young child.

"He's just trying to do something good for the two of you," You said, reassuringly.

"I don't like her," He mumbled, rubbing a little balled up fist against his teary cheeks. Your eyebrows shot up. He was usually so friendly and happy with everyone.

"Why not?" You asked, bringing him into the kitchen to make some pancakes. At the very least, you knew he'd smile about those.

"S-she wants Papa to get rid of me," He said. You were so inclined to believe him, even though he was so young. Surely, Francis didn't know about that. He loved his boy too much to ever dump him off somewhere and never come back. There were a lot of things that Francis was, but disloyal wasn't one of them.

"Your Papa won't let her send you away," You said, putting some steel behind your words.

"Y-you think?" He hiccuped. You nodded, flipping the first pancake.

"I'm sure of it."

~~Time Skip~~

It was just after Matthew had fallen asleep when you decided to call Francis. You were going to give him hell, if not for the fact that he was manipulating how you felt about him, then for the little blond boy you'd come to love so much. You might not be his mother, but damn you to hell if you didn't love the kid to death. Francis picked up on the first ring of the second call.

"I am in the middle of something, mon a mi," He said, panting a little. You didn't want to know or care about what you had just interrupted. You were getting more pissed off the more you thought about what Matthew had said earlier.

"Something's wrong with, Mattie," You said, sounding worried. Francis gasped and you heard rapid shuffling and a female voice ask if something was wrong.

"What's wrong with mon fils(4)?" He asked. A car door shut.

"I don't know. Please just come over," You said, hanging up. When he burst through the door, you had to wonder how many speed limits he broke. He looked half put together and worried. You crossed your arms and jutted your hip out.

"Where is he?" He asked, swiveling he head from side to side.

"In my room, sleeping," You said, calmly. "I just had to get your here and I didn't want him to be awake to hear what's going to happen."

"Excusez-moi(5)?" He asked.

"Nothing is wrong with, Mattie, not physically."

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Hey Kit Kats! I didn't want this one to get too long so I divided it up into 2 parts. I'll post the other one soon. I love you all and wish you the best in life!

Translations:

1) Bonjour- Hello

2) Ma belle- My beautiful

3) Mon a mi- My friend

4) Mon fils- My son

5) Excusez - moi- Excuse me