Hetalia one-shots

France x Reader Derniere danse (Last dance)

France x Fem!Reader Derniere danse (Last dance)

 Oh ma douce souffrance
Pourquoi s'acharner tu recommence
Je ne suis qu'un être sans importance
Sans lui je suis un peu paro
Je déambule seule dans le métro
Une dernière danse
Pour oublier ma peine immense
Je veux m'enfuir que tout recommence
Oh ma douce souffrance  

Oh my sweet suffering
Why do you start again
I'm just an unimportant being
Without him I'm a little paro
I'm wandering alone in the subway
One last dance
To forget my immense pain
I want to run away all over again
Oh my sweet pain

The weather was dull and grey and very woeful which matched your mood and your one-of-a-kind now-million-pieced-puzzled was known as your own heart, and because of that untrustworthy, back-stabbing, faithless good for nothing arsehole known Francis, Or France, who was also known to be you, soon-to-wed husband. He basically proposed to you at the world country meeting by taking you there first, even though Germany strictly said that no one was to be wedded by 'non-country' but Francis wanted to show to everyone that you were his and that no one should ever make a move on you or even lay a finger on you for that matter unless he told them they could (which was a rarity of an exception from him), you mentally want to slap yourself constantly for how stupid you've been then and how stupid you were to fool for someone like him in the first place.

Je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit
Je danse avec le vent, la pluie
Un peu d'amour, un brin de miel 
Et je danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse, danse 
Et dans le bruit, je cours et j'ai peur 
Est ce mon tour?
Vient la douleur 
Dans tout Paris, je m'abandonne 
Et je m'envole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole, vole

I stir the sky the day, at night
I dance with the wind the rain
A little love honey stranded
And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
and the noise, I run and I ' I'm afraid
Is it my turn?
Comes the pain.
In all Paris, I give up
And I fly, fly, fly, fly, fly

Just before the affair happened you were just passing by your local library to return a book to know French better with so that later on you can try and speak fluent French to Francis whilst also visit many artificial creations in France. As you were an out-going person before you like to visit many places like cafes with outstanding food that only France itself preserve and still stay the same way or fashion stores which serve a variety of sequin dresses that glowed in magnificent colours that can catch anyone's eye. Whilst in the middle of having a break from walking around by sitting outside a cafe and getting a drink. You heard a familiar laugh, that same laugh that made you smile with pure delight sometimes made you laugh. The same laugh was heard again but came from behind you, slightly turning your head you see your Bonnefoy but with someone else a girl who had brown to blonde ombre hair in loose clothes on her shoulders she wore quite a revealing outfit mostly look like a tight and also very short tank top, high-waist denim shorts like she wanted to make sure that you can see her backside, what made matters worst was the way she walked with Francis basically wrapping her arms tightly around his arm and smashing it between her breasts and looking up at him and giving him weird pouty looks through her 'that makes you look like a bloody clown' make-up. You instantly notice them walking up to near where you sit but luckily Francis was still gazing over her which gave you enough time to leave a tip for your waiter and hurry out without getting caught, you just about heard what the girl said "Can we get something from this cafe? Please, Bonne?" Bonne? That made you as mad as ever but something you heard made you clutch your lips tightly close and made yourself hang on and not cry for dear life, "Anything for you ma chérie." You then felt yourself crumble into a million pieces. You ran as quickly as you can back to you and Francis's house without stopping even if your lungs and feet were burning from pain, you never stopped running back home.