Hetalia X Reader [The Dating Life ++]

Two Firsts (France)

Your POV:

"Francis, where are we going exactly?" You questioned him while holding his hand, walking through the crowded streets because it was fashion week in Paris. The first date was already off to an odd start, but it began to pick up when Francis revealed his special plans to you.

"Don't fret, my dear. Nous y sommes presque. (We're nearly there.) So, remind me, you value fashion, right?"

"Of course. You, of all people, should know that by now." You playfully pinched his forearm.

He laughs. "Yes, yes, I'm merely joking. In that case, I like you'll enjoy our first activity on this glorious day."

"Which is?" You ask curiously before Francis hands you two tickets to... "A fashion show exhibiting at the Lourve?! "What the?! Is this for real?! How did you get these?!" You squeal in excitement, then covered your mouth to silence yourself. Worried over causing a commotion. "Sorry..."

"Don't mask your excitement, (Y/n)! It's too adorable for the world not to see." He expresses, giving you a quick hug. "And I have my ties with people. I got them just for you~." He lightly taps the tip of your nose, grinning at you. "Let's appreciate it together."

"If you say so!" You grabbed his hand and dragged him past the crowds of people, quickly heading to the Lourve.

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Your eyes glistened watching the runaway models going one by one with outfits you'd only see online. Nervous and overwhelmed at the moment, Francis notices and places a hand on your lap. You turn to face him. "It's okay. You're doing great!" He whispered, setting your nerves at ease. You nodded and continued to watch and take notes. 

After a few minutes, Francis excused himself to go to the restroom and be back quickly. You felt more in place with each passing second. 

There was a slight delay between the previous model and the finale. But the last model finally came out, and your eyes nearly popped out of your sockets as non-other than Francis walked down the runway with confidence. Strutting his stuff, wearing a fancy gray and white suit and tie with a black beret to top it all off. The people gazed at his beauty, and you couldn't believe your eyes. 

He spots you and shoots you a wink. "What do you think? Nice, isn't it?"  

You burst out laughing. "You're so extra! But you look amazing!" You say, taking multiple pictures of him. 

Francis jumps off the stage and smiles brightly. "Vraiment? (Really?)" He bashfully questions—loving you complimenting him. 

"Of course, silly!" You respond and plant a kiss on his cheek. "You always do."

He blushes. "Come on, let's get going!" You and Francis pass through the photographers and leave feeling like a celebrity couple avoiding the paparazzi.

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Stopping at a bakery and getting something to eat and drink, you and Francis stroll through Petite Ceinture. 

"How did you pull that off without being caught?" You chuckle while taking a bite of your cream puff.

"Obviously, I asked for permission!" He pouted. "It took a lot of convincing, but since of my good looks, I didn't have to grovel." He grins and takes a sip of his coffee. "I wanted to surprise you, (Y/n)."

"Well, it worked." You replied. 

"I know. You should've seen your face! I almost burst out laughing right there and then!" Francis laughed loudly until he noticed something on your face. He points to it. "You got something on your face." Francis leans towards the corner of your lips. "Let me." He licks it off and smirks. 

Your face turns bright pink, being caught off guard again. "Hey!" You exclaim, then pout in defeat. An idea lit up above your head. "You got something too." 

"I do?" He asks, wiping his mouth with a napkin. 

"Here, I'll get it." You pull him close and kiss him on the mouth. Breaking away before he even had time to react. "Nevermind, I must have seen wrong. My bad~." You smirked, licking your lips. 

Francis covers his face, trying to hide his tomato-like state. "You win... mon amour. (My love.)" He mumbles, leaning in for another kiss. You two pull apart, and he removes his beret and puts it on your head. "Cute." 

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