Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

A French Crush (France x Reader)

Title thought of by: proud_freak

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I was walking around town, listening to my music with my headphones, while humming to myself. I was in a good mood today. No real reason I was just in a good mood. I heard my phone go off and I pulled it out my pocket to check the notification; Bad idea, while I was trying to get my phone to work, I bumped into someone, "I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going!" I apologised quickly, bowing my head in shame.

"It's quite alright, ma Cherie." I looked up when they spoke, Oh, shit. I'm in love. "Again, sorry for bumping into you, I was just," I paused to think of an excuse.

"You were blinded by my beauty, weren't you, ma Cherie?" 

"Uh..." I couldn't think of a way to answer; If I told him the truth, it would probably hurt his feelings. If I lied, and said I was, then I'd make myself embarrassed, "No, I was looking at my phone."

"Ah well. I hope to see you again soon," he took my hand before placing a kiss on my knuckles, making my face light up, "Y-yeah. I hope to see you again soon, too," I stuttered.

-------------ENGLAND'S POV

Another world meeting. How many of these do we need to have? However, there was something off about France. He wasn't paying attention to the meeting. I had eventually had enough of it, "Okay, what is wrong with you, you bloody frog!?"

"Ohonhonhon~ Britain, you don't understand the power of love!"

"Well, if you're quote unquote 'in love', then.. Don't tell me! You didn't, did you?"

"What are you talking about, mon ami?"

"You've fallen in love with a non-country haven't you?"

"Ohonhonhon~"

"That's a yes. Oh, Russia, can you come here and beat the shit of of this bloody frog please?!" (I know it's probably out of character for Britain, but I wanted to add it...) 

--------------------YOUR POV

I bumped into the guy a few more times after the first meeting, and eventually got his name, when he wasn't flirting with me. Francis Bonnefoy. It was after the tenth meeting that I felt the need to tell him about the crush I had on him.

"Francis, I need to tell you something."

"You know you can tell me anything ma Cherie."

"Okay, I've had a massive crush on you-" I was cut off when I noticed him breathe in heavily before running off. I sighed before returning home, I knew there was no way he'd feel the same. I mean we hardly know each other. 

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I met up with him a few more times after the... incident. However, there was one meeting that I will never forget:

We were sitting on a bench in the local park, when I heard shuffling in the bush from behind the bench, I turned around just in time, to see someone holding a gun. I gulped before tugging on Francis's arm to signal to him. He turned around as well before pushing me behind him, "What are you doing?! He could kill you!"

"As long as you're safe I don't care what happens to me, ma Cherie."

This didn't stop the person, as they came out the bush and grabbed me, pointing the gun to my chest. Thankfully the right side of my chest.

"Let her go!"

"What are you going to do about it?!"

"This," Francis replied before whistling. Four blonde guys and a guy with long black/dark brown hair then jumped out a bush.

"Let the dudette go!"

"I suggest you let the lady go."

I then heard the sound of a gunshot and a scream. I looked down to see, not a scratch on me and no blood anywhere. I was confused before I heard another gunshot, again, nothing. The guy that had been holding me hostage, ran off and I fell to the ground. Francis ran over along with the other five guys.

"(Y/n)?! Are you okay, me Cherie?! Answer me?!"

"I'm fine, Francis. I don't feel any pain at all, actually." I looked up at the others to see them all shocked and wide-eyed.

"What?" I asked, when I noticed them staring at me.

"You're.."

"I'm what?"

"You're a country too?!"

"What do you mean, 'too'?"

"We're all countries as well. I'm England, that's China, Russia, Canada, America and you've already met France."

"You never told me you were a country! If I known that I would have told you I was as well!" I shouted turning back to Francis.

"Ohonhonhon~ now I know I can do this," he replied before pinning me down on the ground, "Francis! Get off me!"

"Non, you're mine now, ma Cherie," he continued.

"What do-" I was cut off when he leaned down and kissed me. My face lit up but I was quick to wrap my arms around his neck. We broke off a few minutes later due to lack of oxygen. "Je t'aime, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Francis."