Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

France x Reader; "I Accept the Job"

You (Y/N) (L/N) lived in a city of love, and delicious eateries! That's right you lived in Paris, France. You were originally born in (C/n), but you wanted to become a better cook, so you could own a restaurant one day. Soon after arriving, you realized that becoming a head chef at a famous restaurant was harder then you thought. Unfortunately, you were a  Escuelerie, which means you do the dishes and clean up the other's messes. You have been in France for 2 years and you are "living the dream".

"(Y/N)! Where are you!!" The head chef, Yao Wang yelled. Wang has always hated the fact that you worked for him. You don't know why he hates you! But he always has.

"Y-yes sir?" You ask, while mopping up the floor near your best friend, Arthur. Arthur was a pastry chef, since he can't cook, but he has always dreamed about being one.

"Get your ass away from my pastry chef! and get back to work!" Yao yelled into your ears, then he stormed off like an angry child. You continued to mop faster, as Arthur looks at you concerned.

"You alright love?" He asked, with pity in his eyes.

"I came to France so I can fulfill my dream as a world famous cook, but in Yao's eyes I am useless..." You say defeated.

"Don't fret love. I believe in you, and so does everyone else in this kitchen, so don't throw your dream in the trash." Arthur said with a sincere smile.

"Thank you." You said. A second after that, Alfred burst threw the door, sweating like crazy.

"Dudes!! The famous food critic Francis Bonnefoy is here!!!" Alfred exclaimed in panic.

"What is all the fuss about this time, aru?" Yao asked, kinda annoyed.

"Dude, Francis Bonnefoy is here..." Alfred said silently. Yao's eyes widened as big as they could go, then he said,

"It is very important we make him feel like he is at home, so make whatever he wants ten times better then you ever made it before!"

"Aye boss!" Everyone screamed.

Alfred went out to the dining room to serve the important French man. Francis asked for French Onion soup and some red wine. Alfred came back and placed the order. The soup chef, Feliciano, made the soup and went somewhere to get more spices. You were cleaning around the area and took a big sniff of the soup expecting perfection, but it smelled absolutely rancid! You sipped a spoon full and gagged at the horrific taste. You had do something, so you started throwing in various spices and ingredients. After you were done, you turned around and went back to work. You then heard a screaming Yao and a crying Feliciano. Yao was speed walking toward your direction, with steam coming out of his ears.

"(Y/N)! You know very well not to cook! It is not your job and not your responsibility," Yao screamed, but you were not listening. You saw Alfred put your soup in a bowl and start to walk out the door. Yao then noticed, but it was too late. He thought the soup and his reputation was gone.

"This is all your fault you brat! You're fir-" Yao screamed at you until Alfred interrupted.

"S-sir? Bonnefoy wants to see the person responsible for making the soup and the head chef." Alfred said, with a concerned look on his face. Great, just great, now you're fired and going to be shot down by a famous food critic! You followed Alfred out, with Yao close behind. Once you reached the table you saw a handsome, young man with blond hair to his shoulders and deep blue eyes. You blushed softly, but not enough to be absolutely noticeable.

"Hello monsieur and," Bonnefoy stopped and stared longingly into your eyes for a couple of seconds then continued, "mademoiselle, my name is Francis Bonnefoy. Now time to know the creator of this soup."

"W-well I am (Y/N) (L/N), and I made the soup." You said starting to lose all confidence you ever had in your life.

"Well mademoiselle~ your soup was absolutely amazing~. It reminded me of when I was in the French country side. Oh what great times those were." Francis complimented. You smiled at his remarks, while Yao was fuming.

"Mademoiselle~ would you like to work as the head chef at my mansion? You will be treated well and make many friend's with our, I mean my staff." Francis asked you with eyes full of love and desperation. You nodded and looked toward Yao and back at the dreamy French man.

"Yes I accept the job monsieur~" You cooed as Francis blushed a little.

"My, my, you are a flirty one aren't you~?" Francis asked rather seductively.

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After years of working for  and dating the French man, he asked to marry you. You gladly accepted and felt thankful you found love in Paris. Then you had three kids with the merry French man, and you lived happily cooking with Francis.