Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

2p! France x Reader

Warning: Slightly suggestive themes.

Walking up the pathway to my friend Olivers house, I sighed fixing my Linkin Park tee. I reached the steps and before I could even knock on the door it flew open, Oliver stood there in his usual long sleeved pink dress shirt, light purple vest, brown slacks, black dress shoes and baby blue bow tie.  He smiled widely and brought me into a hug in which I hugged back.

" Good Afternoon, poppet!" Oliver squealed,  dragging me into his house.

" How have you been?" He asked me.

" Good I guess." I said as Oliver sat me down on the white couch, honestly I don't think that it matches everything else.

" Thats good to hear! I have some cupcakes would you like so-.

" No I'm good." I quickly replied, last time I had one I woke up in Nevada and I live nowhere near Nevada.

" Oh ok. How about some tea?" Oliver asked, I nodded.

" What kind?" He asked again.

" Earl Grey." I said as Oliver left to go and make the tea, shuffling could be heard from behind me from the hallway. I turned my head around and saw a man with slightly long unruly blonde hair, lazy purple eyes and shaggy clothing.  He looked at me and went into the kitchen, Oliver came back out with two cups of tea and the man from before trailing behind him.

" Here you go poppet!" Oliver said as he handed me a steaming cup of tea. Oliver sat down next to and the man sat next to Oliver.

" Oh and this is my brother Fra-."

" François." The man cut off Oliver with his gruff and slightly raspy voice.

" Oh well it's nice to meet you, François." I said, he just smirked at me but when Oliver turned around to face him he put on a bored face.

" And this is [Name]." Oliver said, a ding went off and Oliver sat up running off into the kitchen. I felt the couch shift and a hand being placed on my thigh, I looked over and saw François right next to me the smirk evident on his face. He smelt of wine and cigarettes, he leaned down next to my ear and his hot breath sent shivers down my spine.

" So your name is [Name]?" François said, I nodded and he chuckled darkly. I gulped and prayed that Oliver would come back in soon.

" Je ne peux pas attendre pour vas te." François said, I looked at him confused and was about to ask him what that meant when Oliver came back into the room. François scooted back to his spot and put back on his bored face.

" [Name] I have to go out to the store. I need to get some more icing." Oliver said as he gave me a quick hug and was out the door. I cursed him in my head and looked over to where François was, he smirked once more and grabbed me by the waist pulling me onto his lap. He cupped my face in his calloused hands and forcefully kissed me on the lips. I tried squirming out of his grip but I was suddenly under him. He forced his tongue into my mouth as he roamed around.  He pulled back and put his leg in between my legs.

" Lets have some fun...[Name]." François said smirking as he kissed me once again on the lips, bringing down my black and purple skirt. God I hope Oliver comes home now.

Translations

Je ne peux pas attendre pour vas te: French for 'I can't wait to fuck you'