Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

Party; France x Reader

Requested by Musicals_for_Life. Also! In this one shot, you are Arthur's older sister. Oh, and this is in your point of view, so have fun! Thank you for all the requests so far! Happy Reading!!

"A deal? Why in hell would I make a deal with you Francis?!" I exclaimed, as I looked at the French student.

"I just need a date to Alfred's party on Saturday. Please mon ami? I'll do absolutely anything!" Francis begged, kneeling to my feet.

"I don't know Francis... My brother absolutely hates you. Remember? I am not sure it is in my or his best interest, you know? Besides, your biggest flirt in the whole school, so trusting you is... What do I say? Oh, right! Out of the question." I protested, crossing my arms in disinterest. At Hetalia Prep, Francis and I were third years, while my brother Arthur was a second year. Even though Arthur and Francis were in different school years, Francis did not allow Arthur into the Gastronomy Club, because Arthur's food tasted like ass. When Arthur came back home, he cried into my arms. I could never forgive Francis for such profound language toward my brother, so I withdrew myself for Arthur's sake. My brother's sake.

"Please mon ami? Just for tonight!" Francis begged once more. I rolled my eyes at his pleas before looking at him with an icy stare. A small blush escalated to my cheeks as I looked at him. Like every girl in the entire universe, I had a crush on Francis Bonnefoy. He was flirtatious sure, but something about him just charmed me for a mysterious reason. Every time I heard his name, I would listen. Every time I saw him, I would turn away to hide a blush. Every girl liked Francis Bonnefoy! Francis gave me a pout as he stared up at me like a lost puppy. Eventually, I gave in.

"Fine! I will go with you! But if you do anything to hurt my little brother, I will fucking destroy you! Understood?" I complied, before Francis grew a large, seductive grin.

"I will not disappoint you. I will pick you up at your house at 8! Make sure you look magnifique, bébé~" Francis cooed, with a seductive wink. The French man left before he could see the visible blush coated on my cheeks. Once my composure was regained, I packed up my stuff and walked back home with Arthur. It was a silent walk, until Arthur tried to start a conversation.

"So..." He started, trying to think of a topic, "Was school good today, big sister?"

"Yeah it was fine, " I answered quickly, before looking at Arthur, "Arthur? There's something I have to tell you, that isn't pleasing to the ears..." As I bit my bottom lips, I looked at my brother with unsure eyes. I knew he was going to freak out.

"What is it?" Arthur asked, looking at me with an uneasy expression.

"I'm... going to a party!" I exclaimed, waiting to be beaten to a pulp; But it never came.

"Oh! That sounds fun! I wish I could accompany you, but I have a test tomorrow that needs my attention. I will cover for you at home, just do not stay too late. And don't do anything stupid!" Arthur scolded.

"I think it's a private party so not a lot of drinks and stuff will be there. Besides! I would never do something I regret!" That was a lie! I wanted to tell Arthur, so bad, that I was going on kind of date with Francis, but I did not have the heart to tell him. Like the time I told him I had a little crush on Francis. Arthur accused me of being a traitor and accused Francis of stealing. Let us just say, it did not go well. Arthur refused to talk to me for a week! As the night progressed, I put on my make-up and some casual clothes. I looked myself in mirror, before going downstairs and walking out the door, with my phone and some money. I waited on the steps for a couple of minutes, until a car pulled up to the curb. I saw Francis in the driver's seat and decided to walk to the car. Francis looked at me and smiled.

"You look amazing, mon ami! Or should I say, mon chéri?" He asked, before I hit his shoulder in an embarrassed fashion. This was crazy! Me? Going on a kind of date with the boy everyone liked?! It did not feel real... It did not feel right... "Is something wrong (Y/N)?" Francis asked, side glancing me.

"Oh, uh, yeah! I am fine! I just..." I paused.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to." Francis pulls the car over and turns it off, "I mean, you aren't exactly the party girl you know? I do not want to make you uncomfortable mon chéri. That is the exact opposite I want you to feel." A blush escalated to my cheeks once more when he said that. If I did not know any better, I would have thought he was flirting.

"Francis?" I query, hiding my face away from his own, "I want to tell you something really important..."

"Go on."

"I..." I questioned myself for an answer. 'Should I tell him how I feel?' I wondered what to say, but decided to share my complex feelings, "I hate you. But I also love you too! I do not know how to feel... I... wanted to tell you this because I want to know what you think. If you like me, then we can move forward. If you don't, then I want an explanation and I will go my separate way." With swift movement, Francis connected lips with mine. It was long and passionate. Though, I felt a burning emotion sitting at the bottom of my stomach. When he released, he took my hand in his and rubbed the skin in small circles.

"You know... I never was in a relationship with someone before... Do you want to be the first?" He asked, smoothly. I nodded and told him to drive to the party.