Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

France x Reader: Fly me to the moon

  There comes a time in a countries' life when they meet someone they truly love. There's also a time in a countries' life when they have to let that person go. It wasn't a written rule that a country couldn't be with a human, though it was greatly discouraged, it wasn't a rule they had to follow, although some did refrain from doing so to restrain from the heartbreak of losing a loved one.
  Francis never meant to fall in love with you, he knew the consequences of doing so, but god, you were so talented, beautiful, smart, everything about you was perfect to him and he couldn't turn his back on you. Even if it meant he had to suffer to see you go.
  You were growing older, Francis and you knew that, it came as no surprise. There wasn't a way for you to become immortal, as much as Francis would have loved the idea, he knew it would be unfair for you outlive everyone you love just for him.
  You were nearing your 80's, you lived a grand life, spending it leisurely and at your own pace, also with your life long lover. You've known Francis ever since you were 23, you had both met when you were overseas in France studying for your major in art. Although it was long ago, you could remember the first time you met him.

It was a clear spring day, the sky was cloudless and the sidewalks were bustling with people. You had been in Paris for a few weeks and you were still finding your way around the beautiful city. You knew where your college was and where all your classes were too. There was a small grocer near the small apartment you resided in, a beautiful park nestled between the outer banks of the river and the bustling city, that's where you went to sketch the scenery in your spare time. Your classes had been canceled for the day so you were out exploring the wonders of Paris. Wearing a lavender sundress and black sandals, you made your way across one of the many bridges to the more outer parts of Paris, a place you have yet to explore yet. After looking at the many shops and cafes you decided it was better to get back home because you became lost in your wonder. Turning around you bumped right into someone's chest, stumbling back you immediately apologized in English, fearing the worst outcome you stepped a few feet back in fear of an enraged outburst from the person. Instead, there was a faint chuckle, you looked up to see a man with long blonde locks, blue eyes and a happy countenance. He held out his hand and smiled brightly at you.
"Pardon me miss, I was blinded by such beauty I didn't even see you there." The stranger gave a light chuckle while you blushes faintly. You mumbled an apologize to the man, he merely took a step towards you and took your hand in his and gave the knocks on your hand a light kiss. "I should be the one apologizing. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Francis Bonnefoy. And you are?" He trailed off a bit, but that smile never left his lips. Getting over your embarrassment you introduced yourself as [Your Name] and that you were an art student studying here. At those words, his smiled to seemed to brighten and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked with you, talking about the many wonderful art museums in France and which ones were the best.
  It was a memory in time in which you would never forget, you were filled with such life and youth, and now here you were, greyed hair with a slight undertone of [your hair color], arthritis had taken over your knees and hands, making it difficult to paint or draw anything, but you still tried your best. But Francis, oh Francis still looked like he was 25, his hair never changed, his eyes still sparkle with that youth and all around love for everything. You were amazed he stuck with you this long, you would've thought he would leave as soon as you turned 50. But here he was, still with you, loving like he always had, and he always will.
  There was a part of you that didn't want to leave Francis behind, after so many years of being in love, you couldn't bear to leave him now. But you couldn't let him see you suffer, it would break him. You had no choice in the matter, your health was put into danger, after being diagnosed with cancer, you couldn't bear to let Francis see what it would do to you, so you arranged with the hospital to be put on hospice, away from him, away from the heartache he would ensue, away from everything. He knew what your plans were, you had discussed them with him and he understood completely. Although, he had a few arrangements in mind as well, ones that you would love.
  Francis held your hand in his as he carefully walked down the park sidewalk with you, he pressed his lips affectionately to your head and pulled you to a small gazebo near the waters edge.
"Francis, what is all this?" You asked, noticing the small cassette player. In answer he just smiled and pulled you up the gazebo steps and hit play on the cassette player, the beginning tunes of Fly me to the moon by Frank Sinatra flowed through the air and around you both. He bowed before you.
"May I have this dance, madam?" He asked and kissed your hand lightly, smiling softly you uttered a small yes and he stood back up and held you by the waist and your out your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as the words became present.

  "Fly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)"

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

[instrumental-first verse]

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love [3 piano notes] you

Holding you close in his arms, he swayed with you as the notes rang around, a smile plastered on both of your faces as the melody took you both back to when you first danced like this.

Francis pulled you eagerly to the gazebo that laid in his backyard, surrounded by rose bushes and a thicket of forest ahead. Smiling and laughing a bit you stumbled along with him.
"Fran, what are you doing?" You laughed out and all he did was spin you around in his arms and lift you up, a smile spread wide on his face as he stared up at you. He set you down on your feet on the steps of the gazebo. Rolling your eyes slightly you grabbed his tie and tugged him closer. "Are you going to tell me? Or keep me standing here?" A smirk played on his lips.
"Oh what? I can't surprise my girlfriend?" He asked, a mock hurt expression on his face. "I'm offended."
"Oh I bet you are." Rollin my eyes once more you tugged him up the steps and he stumbled along. Settling his hands on your waist he pulled you close, your hands laying flat against his chest as you stared up at him.
"Care to dance with me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at him you chuckled and nodded your head.
"Yes..I would love to." Smiling he pressed his lips to yours softly and swayed to the nonexistent music. Pulling away from the kiss, he pulled you closer and you lauded your head upon his head as his fingers combed through your hair as he began to sing softly.
"Fly me to the moon..."

It was a day you could never forget, even as you laid on the hospital bed, machines hooked up to you, the melodic beeping of the heart rate filled the quiet room. Closing your eyes, you began to repeat the lyrics to yourself, quietly. 

Eh it wasn't that good, hopefully you guys think it's good.