Inlove with Love. [France x Reader]

 It was around quarter to five in the afternoon. A small cloud of steam emerges as you sigh walking down the sidewalk. You sulk all by yourself, hands in your pockets, as you head down to a cafe you always go to. Someone else was hired for the job you wanted to apply on and you were quite tight on cash. Soft chimes were heard as you push though the door of the cafe.

"Ah, _______ ...What brings you here?" Your friend Francis ask you as he sees you settle down the counter, serving you with your "free" coffee as always, his treat as mentioned. He was the owner of the cafe and was also unaware of your need for a job.

"Didn't get the job I was applying for." You plainly reply as you tug down on your ______ scarf to loosen it from your neck.

"Why didn't you say so _____ !?" He told you as he flipped the sign at the door to "closed". He glomped on you which made you stiff. It has been a while since he hugged you. You throw back your hands to cup his neck to return the affection.

"I can give you a job you know." He assured as he pulled out of the hug to look at your ____ orbs. He was just a few inches away from you face. You could see every microscopic detail. His blue  eyes were shining more than newly polished precious stones. The silky blonde strands were perfectly settled above his shoulders.

"Are you sure? I hope you're not immediately hiring me without an interview." You squint your ____ orbs while resting your cheeks on your palms. Of course you wanted the job. Especially the case that you know the person hiring you very well. But, you didn't want any special treatment while discussing matters outside the borderline of your friendship.

Yes, friendship although you've had this big crush on him since you were little. You've admired him for quite a long time. How long has it been? Days? Months? No, years. You absentmindedly smile at the thought.

You both go up the building into his house just above his cafe. Francis owned the building and it would be convenient that he can let you rent or something. His place was all neat and classy just the way he was like too. You settle yourselves on his couch in the living area, getting yourself comfotable by putting your feet up. It had been around a month or so that you came for a visit.

"Why don't you interview me now?" He offered you while twirling his hair. You were known for giving good advice for others to take, listen and apply to. Why would Francis want some advice? Did he have problems of his own? Is he not living the comfortable and relaxing life right now? You frown at him who gave back a small smile at you.

"Why? What's your problem?" You ask comfortingly, trying to be appoachable.

"Well... You see, these days everyone thinks I'm a huge perverted frog who wants to rape literally, everyone I see." He answered as he covered his face with both palms.

"Don't worry... It's not everyone, Francis." You smile at him as you assuringly rest your small palm on his. He gave you a quite questioning look at what you did. "I-I mean, I-It's not like..." You stutter, now indignant of yourself. What the heck _____! You blush furiously and try to find a reason.

"I guess so..." He told you as he pulled you in for a hug, for a tight hug. It was a different type of hug he ever gave anyone, not even to you before. You were so red that you put Antonio's tomatoes to shame. His heartbeat was also going fast like yours. Your breathing became more heavy.

"_______, you know, as a man from a country of romance, I think I'm inlove with love." You could feel the vibrations as he spoke through the crook of his neck behind your head. Why the sudden change of topic though?

"See, you even know that you're not some perverted frog like what everyone calls you." You say in a nervous and small voice. "Hmm?"He leans closer to ask again. You flush into red again.

"I said you already know." You tell him again while turning you face away. He buried his face and sniffed in your ______ locks.

"W-What are you doing!?" You react as he hugs you tighter.

"I'm just lonely." You immediately calm down after you heard his words escape from his mouth.

"Being inlove with love is so lonely. No one loves you back as you give out the love." He squeezed you even tighter than before.

"I'm still here." You calmly say as you look down at the carpet. "I can give some back." You whisper, sure enough that he didn't hear. Maybe you should change the topic right? As you thought so, you turned around to face him.

"Francis, I thi--" You felt his lips on yours. The kiss was your first. It was warm and mellow and everything nice you imagined.

" ______ ... Je t'aime, ma chérie", (____ ... I love you, my darling) He said as he pulled out from the kiss. You again blush out of embarassment and because of the sudden escalation of scenes. You then nod as you decided to reply how you honestly felt.

"Moi aussi je t'aime, Francis.", (I love you too, Francis) You tell him unhesitantly. You flashed a toothy grin at him as you hugged him and cried tears of joy. He remained by your side as long as you needed him to. You won't ever forget him being by your side to support and comfort you for all of the years you knew him. He was inlove with love and you were inlove with his love.