France x Reader

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My goodness it's been quite a while since I've stepped foot on this app and it's changed quite a bit. I don't like it but I give it respect in paying those authors that truly deserve it.
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"Ma cherié, what are you doing out here on this beautiful day?" France, or Francis as he liked to be called; had found you up on the hill you had once peacefully been resting on.

You smiled and glanced over at the French man, watching as he sat beside you, "I wanted to sit and enjoy the weather before it got too cold, that's all. Why, you miss me or something?"

A small, yet faint blush covered his cheek, "Of course, anyone with a good brain in their heads would miss someone like you. You're one of a kind." He spoke softly, as if he didn't want to make things weird or awkward between the two of you.

It was obvious this poor Frenchie was smitten over the gorgeous (Y/n), their hair falling over their face as the wind blew made them look so...pure and angelic in his eyes. He didn't want to ruin someone as perfect as them, how could he? He was a respected (more or less) country of Love.

His comment made (Y/n) blush themselves, they looked back towards the sunset hoping he didn't catch a glimpse. "Oh come on now, I'm not that special Francis. Besides it's not like I was gone all that long, a week vacation is nothing."

He gasped, as the dramatic man he is, "You must be kidding (Y/n), that week without you was and dare I say it? Absolute hell with you gone. I didn't realize how much better you made everything until you left." Grabbing her hand, he held it tight in his own. The blush came back harder after he grabbed (Y/n)'s hand yet they didn't resist his touch.

(Y/n) used their other hand and tan their fingers along his, seeing this as a welcoming time to do so. "I didn't realize I meant so much to you...I'm sorry." Their (e/c) shone in the remaining dusk light, and France couldn't help but stare into their eyes. He took in every detail he could, refusing to believe this moment between the two could get any better.

Taking a moment away from their eyes, he closed his own as he lifted her hand to give it a small but love filled kiss. "Mon beau, you have no need to apologize to me. I'm glad you're here now."

He gave the hand another kiss before setting it back down and letting go, as much as he hated doing so. He knew (Y/n) wasn't his to claim, but maybe...just maybe that'd change.

~a few weeks later~

"Francis is that you?" A very familiar voice called out to him, how could he dare forgot about (Y/n).

"Tis I, mon amour~" He flirted whilst calling back, knowing it'd make them blush and oh did he enjoy making (Y/n) blush. It was so cute to him, he couldn't help himself.

"Ah what a tease you are mister, keep that kinda language up and people will think we're together. Unless that's what you're wanting..." (Y/n) teased, knowing the French man before them. You sat down in front of him, a grin plastered on your face from the exciting news you had from earlier that day.

"Guess what?"

He tilted his head, "What?"

You do a cute little dance in the seat before excitedly exclaiming that you would be staying in France for a while longer. You didn't live there, but with some...convincing from the man before you, you had decided to stay longer. It took a minute for him to process what that meant, before he got excited himself.

This man went through the lengths of gifts, begging, and even begging with gifts at your doorstep to stay a while longer. He didn't want you to leave, that'd ruin all of his plans.  "That's such wonderful news, now tell me what did it? Was it the wine, the notes within the flowers? What changed your mind?"

His genuine curiosity took you aback, you were nowhere near prepared for the rush of questions. "Amour, it was...just you. Seeing all the effort you put into convincing me to stay did it. I didn't need all those fancy gifts to see that you didn't want me to go, and I hope we can make it all worth it."

He grabbed both of your hands and held them tightly in his own, his eyes shone with love and...tears? You couldn't exactly wipe them away but seeing him tear up made you do the same.

"Cherié, I will do everything I can within my power to make sure you don't regret a thing. I hope you can understand or even see how deeply I care for you, even if we aren't together yet. I'd like us to be...so would you give me the honor of becoming your official boyfriend?"  He asked, hope clinging to every syllable he spoke.

You took a few moments to think it over, you could feel his hands get clammy from the nervous sweat but you didn't mind it.

"I'd love for you to be my boyfriend, Francis. How could I say no to the sweetest Frenchman I know?" You barely got that sentence out, right as you finished he pulled you into a hug, evidently not caring that there was a table in between the two of you.

"You've made me the happiest man alive (Y/n)." He whispered in your ear. Pulling away just enough to be face to face, you notice he starting going from your eyes to your lips, and licking his own in response.

"Oh just kiss me already- mphf!" He wasted no time in placing his lips against yours in a passion filled kiss. You smiled into it and was more than happy to kiss him back, wanting this since the day on the hill.

'Maybe staying in France won't be so bad after all...' you thought, running your hair through Francis' hair, deepening the kiss.

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Aight I don't think I did too bad writing my first normal x reader at ass o' clock in the morning.

Y'all know what to do, ciao~

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