Hetalia X Reader [The Dating Life ++]

A Special Question (France)

Your POV:

"That's ridiculous! You put up with anything, (Y/n)!" Your friend (F/n) cackled as you told them about Francis. 

"Keep it down, will you? We are in public." You two were currently catching up inside a cafe out in Giverny, France. Where (F/n) lived. You needed to get out of the city for a while. Since Francis was MIA, all you could do in the meantime was continue and hope he'll show up soon. 

"What have you two been doing lately?" (F/n) asked curiously, getting closer to your face. You pushed them away. 

"Nothing that you're thinking of, that's for sure."

Though, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world...

"You're thinking of something, aren't you?" They teased. You growled. 

"No, I'm not!" You shouted quietly. "Besides, he's a ghost nowadays. Wherever he is. I hope he's alright." 

(F/n) smiled. "How do you feel about him? Be honest." 

"Let's see..." You began.

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His POV:

I made a quick trip to Giverny to clear my mind and have one last question within himself about my decision. This place always puts me at ease, where I can drown my worries. I wonder if (Y/n) has been here. If not, I'd love to show her such beauty, one that can compete with hers. 

God... if it's meant to be, please, let it be. Between me and (Y/n)... 

This will be the last time. I promise. 

I got up from my seat on a bench.

All this thinking and choice-making is making me crave a coffee. Where's the nearest cafe? 

I thought, pulling out my phone and started searching. Eventually, the internet sent me to an adorably tiny cafe close to Claude Monet's home/gardens. I got my drink and sat down at a table behind another. I scanned through my phone. 

Should I contact her? I don't want to disturb her if she's busy... I'm tired of not seeing her just because I'm going through an emotional crisis! 

"How do you feel about him? Be honest." I heard the voices behind me start chatting. 

"Let's see..." The other voice began. It sounded a lot like (Y/n). 

But what would be the odds of that?

"For one, he's reckless when it comes to making trouble. Lewd beyond belief. Hard to read when he's serious. Which is rare. Cowardly at certain things and people. A little too free when it comes to topics of conversations and activities,"

Geez, this guy sounds a lot like me. Bless him. 

"But overall, he's an incredible man. Caring, honest, and dare I say romantic. To top it all off, he's strikingly handsome. A great mix of what I love about men: it's hard to come by in this day in age. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I love him." 

That was magnificent! 

"That was beautiful! Ask him out already if you truly love him! Come on, (Y/n)!" The other couraged them. 

Wait, did they say (Y/n)?

I continued listening to make sure I wasn't misinterpreting the situation. 

"I wish I had the guts, but I'm sure he's got better things to do than date someone like me! I feel like I'm wasting his time instead of it being the other way around. As ironic as it may sound after everything I told you." The person said with a blue tone. 

"What's his name? I'm sure he'd hear you out!"

"I doubt we'll see him any time soon, but if you must know, it's Francis Bonnefoy." 

I nearly choked on my drink. Glancing over my shoulder and finally getting a good look at the two, it was indeed her and what I assume, a friend. I got up and faced them. 

"(Y/n)?" 

Your POV:

"(Y/n)?" There before you stood Francis. 

Had he heard the whole conversation, or did he just get here?

"Francis? W-what are you doing here?" You questioned, worrying over what will happen next. 

"Unclassifed business, but what matters right at this moment is everything you said." He replied, getting down on one knee and met your gaze. "Is that really how you feel about me?" His question and his presence caught you completely off guard to the point of utter shock. 

"I..." You tried to speak but what happened instead was unpredictable. You swiftly stood up, and  Francis stepped aside. You gave your friend a sum of money in cash. 

"SorryforleavingsosoonpleaseforgivemebutIhavetogetgoingnow!" You mushed all your words together and ran out as fast as you could. 

"(Y/n)!" Francis called out. (F/n) stood up as well. 

"Go after her, and please take care of her, Francis. She doesn't know Giverny that good."

Francis nodded and gave them his word.

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His POV: 

Geez, this is difficult. But I can't give up! Especially not after what happened in the cafe! 

I thought it wouldn't hurt looking in the Water Gardens, and as luck would have it, I found her. Though she cried silently, they were loud enough for me to hear. There she was on the pond arch, holding onto the railing. 

Your POV:

"I'm so embarrassed..." You whispered to yourself. Besides the sound of the running water underneath, you hear a creak of a footstep. 

"Tu sais, c'est injuste si le gars n'avoue pas d'abord. (You know, it's unfair if the guy doesn't confess first.)" You hear a voice, raising your head, you see Francis. You quickly wiped away your tears. "No need to be ashamed, mon chéri. (My dear.)"

"Francis, I-." He raised his hand. 

"Wait. Before you say anything, please let me tell you what I've been wanting to say to you for a long time now. I'm sorry for my odd behavior lately. A lady like you or anyone should never be ignored or pushed aside. More if they're lovely, such as yourself. I heard everything back there. I know I'm imperfect, along with many others, but it brings me great joy knowing you love me the way I am. Dating you would not be a waste of time.

On the contrary, it'd be the grandest pleasure of my entire life. And hopefully, one day, it'll lead to something more. Every time I'm with you, I want to let you know how amazing you are. And if you'll accept me, will you please be my girlfriend?" Francis asked lovingly, handing you a red wooden rose. 

"Yes..." You cried once more. "I'm sorry too! Yes, I'd love nothing more!" You embraced each other tightly, and you wailed on his chest. 

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