Je T'aime Means, I Love You (A France x Reader Hetalia Fanfiction)

Chapter Two: The Day we Met

(H/L)= Hair Length

(H/C)= Hair Color

(E/C)= Eye Color

(F/C)= Favorite Color

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[ Enter Flashback: Five years Earlier, June 6th, 2009 ]

{ France's P.O.V }

    "Crap, I'm going to be late....," I mumbled aloud, quickly making my way through the crowded city streets as rain pounded against my old and worn out umbrella.

    Today was meeting day. As usual, we were going to have it at one of Alfred's buildings. And....Well....His cities are probably one of the busiest i've ever seen! At least its not as crowded as Yao's place....

    Reaching into my pocket, I felt around for my notebook, which I would use to take notes at today's meeting. But, today wasn't exactly my lucky day. Because all I felt was my cellphone and some cash.

    "Crap," I scowled, thinking of an alternative. Maybe Alfred would allow the use of phones this one meeting. Well, then Ludwig would be up both our asse,"...I guess I'll just have to pick up a new one....," I mumbled out, slipping into the first store I saw.

    Luckily, it wasn't as crowded as the busy  streets clearly visible through the slightly dirty windows. The store was nice, though. Just a cashier and a few costumers who walked around in between the widely spread isles of assorted goods.

    "Excuse me..." I started, looking at the cashier, "Do you happen to sell notebooks....?"

    "Isle four...." he responded, not even looking up from the crossword puzzle he had spread across the marble counter.

    "Merci" (1)

    Quickly, I made my way to the isle, only to bump into somebody turning out of it. Making them stumble backwards and drop their items. 

    "S-Sorry!" A high pitched voice squeaked out frantically, it's owner bending down to pick up the dropped items.

   "N-No! It's my fault! I should have been more aware of my surroundings!" I quickly  apologized as I bent down to help the stranger pick up the fallen items.

    A container of (f/f) ice-cream, a box of tissues, some ramen noodles, and a comic book. She was obviously upset about something.

    Suddenly, our hands touched, and I jerked away, looking up to apologize. Only to be met with big (e/c) eyes starring into my own blue ones.

    "Thanks for the help....," the girl gave a small, shy smile. Collecting her items and standing up.

   "Anytime...." I returned the smile, not breaking eye contact. Unaware of the blush that had crept its way onto my cheeks.

  "Well uh...I should get going....Thanks again...."

   "Yeah, anytime.......I'm Francis. By the way~" I grinned, running a hand through my blonde hair and extending the other for a hand shake.

    "(____)" she muttered out, quickly turning and leaving without shaking my hand. Her (h/l) (h/c) hair whipping behind her.

    '(____).....Such a pretty name' I thought, grabbing a small notebook and pen from a shelf as I watched her pay and leave. My eyes never leaving her body.

    And that's when it hit me

    "Oh! Idiot!" I snarled to myself, quickly throwing some money on the counter and running outside in an attempt to find (____).

    But, she was nowhere in sight.

    Lost amongst the busy city crowds.

   

[ Later on that day ]

    "Arthur, I'm telling you....She was a work of art! Absolute beauty!" I argued, fallowing my younger British brother out of the meeting room and into the break room. 

    "You say that about every girl," he countered, not really paying attention as he poured himself a cup of freshly made tea. That was the thing about Arthur, he just assumes things. Just because I'm the country of love, doesn't mean I go falling for every person I meet!

    To tell you the truth, I've actually never experienced a love at first sight encounter....I always thought that it was a thing of fairy tails. Something that could only be achieved by a dream.

    So....

    Am I dreaming?

    I sighed, pinching the edge of my nose in annoyance as I starred at my younger brother, who, had one of those bushy eyebrows of his raised at me. "I mean it....Arthur....I think I'm in love," I mumbler out, not really expecting him to answer. Nor to even understand, as a matter of fact.

    "Alright....Then, I'll help you find her"

    This caught my attention. As my eyes lit up, I repeated what Arthur had just said in his head a few times before finally speaking up, "Do you really mean it?"

    "I haven't seen you this into a girl since.....Well.....You know....," he looked down, rubbing the back of his neck, "Her...."

    "Yeah.....I know....," the memory had punctured a hole in my heart, after all.

    "Then, let's get started"

    "Where....?"

    "We can always ask Alfred....I mean, he grew up in this city. He should know how to find a person here....I would hope...."

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