a different style (France x reader)

performance

READERS P.O.V

After you had dawned the costume, the tutu dull and unlit, and pulled on your pointe shoes, you walked to center stage. You knew the plan. It all starts with simple ballet then contemporary hiphop. The idea was amazing and it was sure to a hit with your generation...but what of those who prefer it classic? You shrug the thought of as you got a thumbs up from Lianna and a reassuring not from Natalia. Alfred was in front of the stage, camera ready. You notice two men a few rows down conversing. They didn't seem to be from the area. 'Must be friends of alfed' you thought before the music started.

The temp, slow at first, had a hard bass. You start to dance, every move precise. The next part was coming, the moment when the bass dropped and the tempo changed. And in that moment, you jump, hitting the movement perfect with the music. And unexpectedly the tutu lights up.

FRANCE P.O.V

the dancer started her routine. She was rather graceful, and seeing her onstage...was defiantly something. I'll have to tell Alfred later that maybe dance in his country isnt half bad.

I turn my attention back to the petite girl on stage when i heard the change of music...wait...what?! This was no longer ballet, it looked like the thing the kids on the street corners with boom boxes do. What was it called again? Breakdancing....no jazz...no...modern hiphop..yeah thats it. I looked over at Ivan surprised not to see utter confusion written across his face. instead, A smile adorned it. And much as i disagreed with the turn of events, it enchanted me. From the way the dazzling costume suited her to the flow of movement. I became intrigued and before i knew it, it was over.

READERS P.O.V

The music stop and you straighten, breathless with giddy.

"How was that" you call to alfred, who at the moment had his camera down

"Dude it was awesome!" He said, placing his camera on stage before hopping up. He walked over, the device in hand. At the same time Lianna rushes over, natalia not far behind.

"That.was.AWESOME!" Lianna said, excited the experiment with the tutu worked

"It was very good. Different. But good" nat said

"Thanks guys" you say smiling before noticing the two figures walking up. "Who are they" you ask

Alfred whirls around to get a glimpse. He chuckles before answering "oh those are just some co-workers"

The two men walk up stage and over to our little group.

Lianna looks behind Alfred and grins "oh my god is that francis bennefoy, what in the world would a scoundrel like that be doing here" she said sarcastically

The one she called francis only chuckled

"Oui who else would it be?" He said, his beautiful french accent rolling off his tongue "and you" he started, turning to you "were beyond perfection" he winked

~ time skip to present ~

" Francis!!" You cluched onto him as the plane you were in spiraled down. You were supposed to flying to Russia to see ivan and preform at the Kirov Marinski, the world renowned ballet theater. But fate took a sickening twist and here the two of you were falling to your death. One of the motors had been blown out. And from there the plane started to fall apart. You looked over at him, not able to talk, and mouthed 'i love you'. He painfully sad smile crossed his face. The blonde leaned over and kissed you on the forehead

"And me you mon petite fleur" he replied before everything went black