Hetalia one-shots

France x Asperger's!Reader

To put your life in one word: Abstruse. 

This is because of your known condition, known as Asperger's.

But to other people a 'disease', this is because of how it slowly changes your effects without any help.

Your parents took the effects in and resulted in help, as they found out the answer of what you had.

But there was a slight problem: it is very expensive.

And because of this, your parents got more stress just to get enough money for you.

You do often try to help but, due to your situation in understanding, you wouldn't, technically, grasp in the words properly and end up getting screamed at.

And from this, you often dash around the house for a calm place, but it often is nowhere, and on some occasion, you would sprint out of your home to your nearest park for calmness, and your parents or neighbours would find you there to drag you back to your stressful home.

And school, right now, wasn't any different.

Even worse, people bullied you because of your issue on how you would run around just to calm your nerves or the fact you are interested in little details of art rather than playing video-games or going on social media like other 'normal' people.

So, as said right now, you were in school.

It is break time and you were outside under a tree just taking in some drawings to calm your nerves as others socialize.

It's a quiet area for you, that's why you chose it.

As you were looking deeply into your drafts and drawings of everything around you, someone got the urge to snatch your book right out of your grip.

At first, you had the urge to scream at that person but stood silent and still in view of whom stood in front of you.

"Bonjour, ma chéri." It was Francis Bonnefoy, the exchange student from France who came to your school nearly a week ago.

You didn't talk to him, but he seemed to take interest in you for some odd reason.

"Hello, Francis," Then extended your hand out to him, "Can I have my book please?"

"V'at 'ave you done in it?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" You moved your head sideways, emotionally.

"V'at do you uze it vor?"

"For drawing." You mumbled under your breath.

"Can I zee?" His baby blue eyes twinkled towards your (E/C) ones.

You were quite reluctant to even show him one.

But before you even gave a word he started searching through page rapidly by page and taking in the admiration given to each drawing produced.

"I didn't say you could look through it."

"But you didn't zay no eiz'er."

"I was thinking, I need time to decide."

"Vell z'en, you z'ink very zlowly." He stated with a small smirk.

Truth be told, most of the truthful states given by Francis felt like a stinging feeling, so much that it actually hurts, unlike other kids who take it as a compliment.