Hetalia One-Shots - Seven Minutes in Heaven (countryxreader)

A Rose (France)

You picked up your pace a little as you walked towards Alfred. As you dipped your hand into the hat, you felt a spiky object prick your skin. Irritated, you dragged the offending object out, trying to see what had cut your finger. What you hadn't expected to see was the delicate red rose you had in your grasp. You had been so distracted by the beautiful flower that you jumped when you heard a strange laugh pierce the air.

Looking up, you saw a man with icy blue eyes and shiny blond hair that just reached his shoulders. You instantly recognised the person in front of you as Francis Bonnefoy, one third of a group of boys at your school who for some reason called themselves the "Bad Touch Trio". You knew nothing about Francis other than his name and that he was French.

"Bonjour, ma chérie, I do believe you've picked out the item belonging to moi." The French man had a sweet smile on his face as he held his hand out towards you. You thought he was a little strange but couldn't help being a little flustered by his flirtatious nature. After a few awkward moments of you just staring at his gesture, you took his hand and instead of shaking it like you thought he would, he started to walk to the cupboard with you in tow.

"Alright, I'll set the timer for seven minutes. Don't do anything weird, Francis!" Alfred narrowed his eyes a little at the man you barely knew, who you were now going to spend seven minutes with alone in a dark space. 

In a way, you were a little disappointed that it was so dark; you wanted to see Francis, the beautiful man you'd just met but you were also glad. Fortunately, due to the lack of light in your current location, he could not see the subtle heat that bit at your cheeks which gave away the effect his words had on you. As you had lost yourself deep in thought again, you were shocked once more when you noticed how close Francis had gotten to you. "Oh my, what a gorgeous mademoiselle you are!" You didn't speak much French but you knew enough to understand the words he spoke in his first language.

The heat in your cheeks only grew warmer after comprehending the words the French man whispered in your ear. It didn't help that you could feel his hot breath on you neck as he remained close to you, showing no signs of moving away anytime soon. "So, ma chérie, we still have quite a bit of time left; Is there anything specific, you'd like to do?" His voice was low and intense, he had now moved back and his eyes met your (e/c) ones as he twirled a few strands of your (h/c) locks in his fingers. Francis' gaze was piercing and just as intense as his voice, it was as if his blue orbs were boring into your very soul.

"U-um well I really don't know." You finally managed to break from his captivating eyes and stutter out a reply. This particular party Alfred had decided to throw was quite late at night and you were starting to get tired; you'd been trying to hide it but you could no longer hold back the yawn you'd been trying to prevent. The shadow-cloaked man in front of you smirked and snaked his arms around you, bringing you into a warm embrace. He gently kissed your forehead as he held you there, slowly rocking from side to side. 

                                                                  -~O~-

You must have fallen asleep at some point because when you woke up, you were no longer at the party, but in your bed at home. Glancing towards your bedside table, you saw a rose and a folded note written with extremely neat, cursive handwriting. After you picked up your glasses and put them on, you unfolded the note and began to read.

"Bonjour mon amour, last night was a lot of fun, I look forward to seeing you at school tomorrow! -Francis" You smiled at the letter and rose in your hands, you were excited to see him again too.

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(A/N)

Well, that was pretty fun to write ^.^ I'm kind of running out of ways to describe someone pulling something out of a hat or blushing though...