Hetalia X Reader [The Dating Life ++]

The First Meeting (France)

Paris, France

Your POV:

You were in the most majestic city in all of Europe. Also known as Paris. As you would say. You were in Paris, visiting the city of love. You came here for inspiration for your current works which may or may not be connected to fashion. You wanted to do so much in just a few days, but you didn't know where to start.

You wondered what type of people you would meet as well. Maybe a possible love interest or possibly a new friend? Something that would spice up your life a little.

Being a few feet away from the Eiffel Tower, you look up and you couldn't help but awe in amazement at how beautiful it was.

A structure that looked like it could touch the sky and pierce the heavens. It definitely gave you the inspiration you needed. Sitting down, you took out your design book and started sketching down ideas. Anything that would be useful to something clothing related. As you were doing so, you couldn't help but hear the voices and constant yelling of three policemen running across the tower.

You squinted your eyes to get a closer look, you see a half-naked man running away from them. This really concerned you, considering that you weren't expecting this, but it would definitely be quite a story to tell in the future. The man laughed and continued running. He had shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. The cops were out of breath and everyone around screamed and ran away from the man. Except for you, you couldn't help but sit still and not do anything. You were trying not to look down south even though a leaf covered it. The man came up to you and said,

"Why aren't you running?" He asked, tilting his head a bit.

You stuttered but couldn't make out the words and all you could say was,

"Mister, please put some clothes on." With a straight face.

His only response was a smile and said,

"I most certainly will. I was just bored today."

He walked off and you turned around to see that the cops were starting to chase after him again. Which he sprinted into action and left without a trace. You grinned.

Out of all the countries that I could have seen a half-naked man, it had to be France.

You tried to forget the encounter and continued on with your day. Feeling a little traumatized in the city of love.

What else could this country have in store for me?

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