FrancexReader: Meaning*Translations are in the artist's comments!
She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous line—but then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchemar," he murmured. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't sleep now."
Her heart softened at his uncharacteristically hesitant tone, and she relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, gentling her own voice.
He shook his head, furrowing h
FrancexReader - A Kiss at MidnightThere are two schools of thought regarding confessing your feelings to someone you love, in this case, your best friend of several years. The first, more positively believes that you should confess, lest you miss a chance of a lifetime with who could potentially be the love of your life. The other, well, it strongly advises against it, because if they do not love you back, you could lose that friend forever.FrancexReader - A Kiss at Midnight2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Of course, unfortunately for you, you had put all your faith into the former.
The look in Alfred's beautifully baby blue eyes said it all: You had just made the biggest mistake of your life.
"I love you!"
Perhaps he hadn't heard me the first time...
"I said, Alfred, I love you...."
He blinked, "Are you being serious _______?"
Oh god... He didn't just ask that, did he?
"Um - Yes... I am." You could feel the deathly dragging sensation pulling all your hopes to oblivion.
Gone was the usual, trademark Alfred grin that you had seen just moments be
FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.
Zis woman is made of stone!
"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.
Francis snorted, and she glared out from her heavy makeup.
He looked at her. "I am sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just zat ze last time she forgot to take her protein, she went into alaphylactic shock and said some pretty funny things."
He almost hit himself in the face for that. You don't go into anaphylactic shock because of prote
FranceXReader- Snails.FranceXReader- Snails.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."
"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.
Before he took advantage of it.
"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.
Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.
"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.
"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred what appeared to be his heavenly omelettes.
You yawned again and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes before nodding in agreement and walking outside the door towards the mailbox.
The morning was always so calm at the house you and Francis lived in. The roses he and you planted the year you moved here to your first home went from being small
Rainy Nights Work Wonders FranceXReader"God dammit, France." You muttered to yourself, tapping your foot impatiently as you glared daggers at the ground. "Hurry the hell up!"Rainy Nights Work Wonders FranceXReader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
About ten minutes ago, France showed up on your doorstep, asking to escape the pouring rain and spend the night, which you relucntantly agreed to. The first order of business was for France to take a shower, seeing as he just about froze his ass off out there.
You really hoped he'd hurry up; you needed to lay down the rules, make sure he knew sex wasn't an option. Maybe it was at England's or America's or whoever the hell people ship him with, but it sure as hell wasn't welcome in your house.
Finally, your patience ran out; he'd been showering for 45 minutes now, he has to be done! "France!" You yelled, pounding your fist on the door. "Get your ass out here!" He obliged to your request and opened the door.
Your eyes just about popped out of your head; standing there was France, his wavy blond hair dripping wet, a towel clinging
APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- CochonYou knocked on the edge of the screen door yet again. "Monsieur Duval?" you called into the apparently empty house, your patience wearing thin.APH Fanfic: FrancexReader- Cochon2 years ago in Romance More Like This
With a sigh you stepped back and off the porch of the large, old farmhouse. Placing a hand on your hip you glared at the door. You didn't have time for this: the restaurant opened in two hours! If Monsieur Duval wasn't in the house you were going to have to look for him somewhere else and that meant going to the barn.
You turned around to look at the red frame structure on the other side of the property. You really didn't want to go over there if you didn't have to. Monsieur Duval's pigs were wonderful animals and were very good at finding truffles- which was the reason you were in the country an hour outside Paris in the first place- but the fact was that they stank. And you really didn't want to get any closer to them then you had to.
You stood outside the house for
FrancexReader - The Union Jack ShirtOf all zhe things _______ 'as to by it 'as to be l'angleterre's flag. He thought heatedly, Que les moutons stupides noir. Je suis beaucoup plus beau que lui.--mon Dieu!FrancexReader - The Union Jack Shirt2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Francis... Um, are you alright? You came swooping into the room, caught sight of that shirt and you've just stood there...It's starting to get slightly unnerving..."
You heard a sharp exhale of air, him shooting you his trademark "I'm-still-incredibly-gorgeous-even-when-I-glare" look (named by himself, naturally) across the kitchen. He drew his attention back to the offending article of clothing, currently folded on top of your kitchen counter.
Sighing, you decided it was better not to pay too much attention to the overly-dramatic Frenchman, which, after spending two years living with not only himself but his two friends had become a relatively easy feat. Still, you couldn't help but think to yourself as you leant against the kitchen counter top what was getting his French knickers in a twist. Did he re
Pervert- FrancexReader"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.Pervert- FrancexReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.
"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"
At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.
"What?!" you asked incredulously.
"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.
"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.
Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"
You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"
"Girl, yes you are! You're always acting like such a chester molester; hitting on me and stuff! You two would be a perfect couple!"
Okay, you did do that. But that was just to make your sister uncomfortable! You weren't really freaky like that or anything. Besides, girls your age talk crazy like that all the time! Big deal.
"You know it's true." Your other sister, Lexxie, chimed in.
Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)“Hey chérie!” Francis greeted you when he opened the door to his house. “Hi!” You said, grinning toothily and hugging him. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.Photoalbums and wine (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Thanks for coming to help me today, chérie.” He murmured, his forehead resting against yours. “No problem Francis.” You replied, gazing sweetly up at him. “Let’s get started then.” He took your hand, pulling you to the back of his house.
“This is it,” he sighed, gesturing at a double-doored closet,”I suggest you stand back.”
You cocked your head in question, but did as he said, leaning against the wall. Francis seemingly braced himself, taking a deep breath, pulling the doors open at one and springing to the side.
A mountain of clutter, boxes and just general dirt flowed into the room. You grimaced, sniffing the air as though he might have something toxic in amongst all of the cardboard boxes, books and
Watch The Clouds Roll By FranceXReaderA sugar sweet smile of content finding its way to your lips, you snuck a glance at the wavy haired blond lying next to you. Ah, yes, this was the life; just you and your best friend, Francis, watching the clouds rool by in one of the damn prettiest fields you'd ever seen. What could be better than that?Watch The Clouds Roll By FranceXReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And, much to your surprise, France was actually on his best behavior today. He hadn't tried to grop you once, nor had he made any of his sexual referance jokes that usually had you rolling on the ground, trying to hide the deep red blush covering your face.
Not that you didn't like his jokes, but every once in a while, it was nice to just enjoy his company, since you did have a bit of a crush on the Frenchman. Ok, so crush was a bit of an understatement; all it took was his smile and your knees would turn to jello. He probably only saw you as a friend, though, much to your disappointment.
"Sure is nice out." You murmered.
He laughed, a delightful sound that was music to your
Of Silk and Jewels (FrancexReader)Of Silk and JewelsOf Silk and Jewels (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Request for NinjahGirl120
The colors swirled around you in a dizzying dance, making you feel a bit light-headed even as you sat down at one of the simplistically decorated table. The ornate mask that rested on your face was heavy, supported only by the (f/c) ribbon and you were tempted to take it off.
Sighing, you held a hand up to the heavily decorated mask and closed your eyes, thinking only of the reason you were at the masquerade, really the only reason any woman was there.
It was rumored that a man was attending the same ball; a wealthy, handsome man with many woman longing for him to even glance at them. You had also heard that the man was looking for a bride, someone to help run his household. Your father had also heard the rumors, so he eagerly sent you away to buy a new gown and a matching mask.
Much had been spent on just this one ballgown, and it was well worth it. The bodice was beautifully embroidered and the wide skirts were
4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is You4. FrancexReader: All I Want for Christmas Is You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Angrily you threw your purse on the kitchen counter. This was the third time in the last year you had caught your boyfriend, excuse me, EX-boyfriend flirting with another woman. Subsequently this was also the third time you had dumped him.
"Damn that flirting French jerk," you grumbled kicking a chair. "And he thinks I'll just come crawling back to him." You sarcastically whined, "WELL NOT THIS TIME!" Quickly you changed out of your skirt and heels to sweats and slippers.
After a while you heard someone knocking on the door, "_________! __________, s'il vous plait mon amour! (please my love)"
"Go away Francis!"
"I'm sorry, please take me back," he cried pounding on the door. "Just hear me out!"
You stalked over to the door and opened it to see a bouquet of roses and a box of Christmas chocolates. "Ahh, the usual 'I'm sorry I screwed up' flowers." You scowled at him, "Go away." You went to close the door, but he blocked the door with his foot.
Again he begged, "__________, I love you. P
Your Guardian Angel [France x Reader]"I hate the way they talk about you." (Name) locked eyes with the Frenchman, her gaze unwavering and fixated completely on him. "I hate the way they look at you. They don't know you like I know you. They all just need to learn their place and shut up. Why don't you ever tell them off, Francis?"Your Guardian Angel [France x Reader]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Francis Bonnefois merely smiled softly and shrugged, his crystalline blue eyes not quite looking into the (h/c) haired young woman's own (e/c) ones.
"Because I do not see the need to, mon amour. I don't exactly mind, you see. Let them think what they want. As long as I have you, everything is perfectly fine to me."
(Name) petulantly crossed her arms and glowered, her lips curling into a semblance of a snarl as her eyes wandered to the group of girls that were all huddled together, looking at the handsome blonde man and his companion in a not-so-inconspicuous manner. They were whispering non-too quietly, and their snide voices drifted over to the two on a light breeze.
"He's such a player…
FrancexPregnant!Reader: Swings .5FrancexPregnant!Reader: Swings .52 years ago in Humor More Like This
You glanced nervously at your watch. Your husband, Francis, was almost an hour late. He had promised he'd be home around six for dinner, it was now hitting seven. Sighing heavily you blew out the candle and put his dinner in the fridge.
Rubbing your pregnant belly you groaned as you heard a car pulled into the driveway.
"I'm home," shouted a Francis.
Ignoring him you continued to wash the dishes.
He walked into the kitchen to find you scrubbing dishes, " _________." He walked up behind you and planed butterfly kisses on your neck, "What's wrong?"
"You're late again "
He paused as if he didn't expect that. But after a quick glance at the clock he realized the time. "I'm sorry," he said kissing you again. You giggled slightly as his chin tickled you. "Am I forgiven?"
"How about this, you and I spend a romantic day together just the two of us."
You giggled, "There's three of us."
Francis laughed and rubbed your belly wh
Carnation [Hetalia: France x Reader]"Francis, please stop hitting on me. You've tried so many times," you muttered, shooing the annoying Frenchman away with a hand while closing your eyes out of irritation. Francis whined, "Aw, but [Name], Mon amour! You're such a pretty little lady, and I'm just asking you a small favor to have dinner with me at my house!" You shook your head for the last time and put your head down onto the table as the havoc began to rampage in the World Conference Room.Carnation [Hetalia: France x Reader]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Look, Mon amour!" You turned at Francis' voice as he waved at you, running over to you in his red velvet suit, blue eyes glittering and blond hair swaying romantically. You shook the image out of your head and instead swooned at the object in his hands.
"Look, [Name], Mon amour!" Francis said, holding it out to you. "I'm a chick attractor, oui? Take a look at what is in my hands, and fear its glory!" You squealed and then took the tiny white carrier pigeon out of his hands, and you nuzzled its yellow beak with your nose, crooning s
Want You Back (FrancexReader)Francis walked slowly on the Parisian streets, groceries in one hand, while the other was playing with his messy blonde hair. It was a gloomy day in Paris, and it matched his mood. You see, today was the day the love of his life, (Name) had left him. He had tried to be the most faithful and sweetest boyfriend she ever had, but his flirtatious side took over him and made him break the relationship. He knew that she wouldn't come back and he deserved it. Francis was about to turn around the corner when someone caught his eye. His eyes widened and he almost dropped his bags. Standing across the street, was the one person he missed the most! It was (Name)! He almost ran across the street to her, but the memories came flooding back to him, stopping him from doing so.Want You Back (FrancexReader)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Francis sat up groggily trying to recollect his memories from last night. He had gone partying without telling his girlfriend, but he made it clear to his friends, Antonio and Gilbert, that he would
FrancexReader-RainYou splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?FrancexReader-Rain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You took your hand away from your eyes and were shocked to find a beautiful silver Porsche parked in front of you. The window rolled down smoothly and a long haired, blonde and blue eyes young man with a hint of stubble on his chin looked at you.
"Cherie, did you get stuck out in zhe rain?" He asked you in an amazingly heart melting French accent.
FranceXReader Request: Masquerade MagicFranceXReader Request: Masquerade Magic3 years ago in Romance More Like This
I stepped through the wide double doors into a world of color and light. The Marquis' annual Masquerade Ball. It was like stepping into a storybook. All about me, glittering, shimmering costumes whirled and flashed in the bright candlelight. Not a square inch of the entire grand ballroom was dark.
I looked down from the large staircase, the plush red velvet coating the walkway, the banisters polished so bright that I could see my masked reflection in them. Normally, at such a grand event, one's name and title would be announced upon arrival. But, since this was a masquerade, no one was to know who the other was, so all entered with no introduction.
I loved the warm and casual feel of the masked ball. Everyone was so relaxed and candid. Their usual façades of cool detachment and ceremonious politeness had faded into musical, merry laughter and dancing. It appears one only show their true colors when they have a mask to hide behind.
I walked down the stairs as poised
FrancexReader oneshotFrancexReaderFrancexReader oneshot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Beautiful man and Socially Awkward
You hated parties with a passion. Mainly because you spent them in a corner, while HE laughed, the center of attention.
Gilbert was constantly partying.
You wouldn't even come to these parties if he hadn't asked you. He always asked you to come, even if sometimes he ended up leaving with a different girl.
You sighed, holding the water bottle closer to your chest. You weren't stupid enough to drink from the punch bowl, especially not when Gilbert had been the one to make it.
Someone shoved past you, making you spill some water down the front of your shirt.
How cliche. You though dryly, not bothering to try to trying wipe the liquid off. Your t-shirt was black, so it wouldn't really show. Gilbert was making out with some random girl on the couch. You felt your lips turn down in a slight frown.
"Excuse me." An accent sounded to the right. You looked up and blushed. A tallish man with long w
Roses: FranceXReaderRoses: FranceXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
France offered you a rose. You stared at it for a moment. Red – the color of love and passion, of Saint Valentine's Day and of romance. Instead of taking it, you rolled your eyes and walked away. The French Man was left with the flower and a hurt expression on his face, not that you cared or anything. He was a flirt. He was a stupid philanderer – a playboy if there ever was one amongst the nations - who changed lovers like one would, or should, their socks – no better than stories of Greek Gods or other immortal folk tales that people liked to tell the children before sending them off to bed. You weren't even going to give him the time of day.
He offered another rose. This time, you were at your favorite restaurant. You were hungry after a meeting. You always got hungry after a meeting because there was no way you would eat the scones that England made or the burgers that America brought. The only ones who actuall
A kiss to hide you (FranceXSuperstar Reader)You were gorgeous in every way. A beautiful voice, a killer smile and a nice personality. Indeed, no person could say they weren’t attracted to you and well this made your French boyfriend unbelievably insecure. And jealous, let’s not forget the jealousy that coursed through his body whenever some tabloid insinuated a relationship between you and someone else.A kiss to hide you (FranceXSuperstar Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You hadn’t seen him for a while though as you’d been on tour and it saddened you, even if the two of you had calls every morning and night it wasn’t the same as seeing each other. But now it was finished!
You stretched happily, looking out of the small plane window. There it was. The Eiffel tower came into view and you pressed up against the glass, enraptured by the sight of it.
You and Francis had shared a lot of memories there and you smiled thinking about them. Of course, the first memory being the one in which he asked you out with a bouquet of roses. Then the date that followed, ending underneat
You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)Francis ran up through the field, as he turned he laughed loudly when he saw you face-plant into the ground. “Careful now!” He called, coming back to you to help you up. “Thanks!” You replied, grinning though there was mud all over your face.You're mine (Fallen to thief FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chuckling, the young blond wiped it away with his sleeve, running his hands through your hair to make it stand up. You chased him, shouting loudly. This was the most fun you’d ever had! It was so lucky to have spotted Francis through the window. Normally you weren’t allowed to go outside without anyone to guide you, but even then you only went on boring walks.
Now that you’d found Francis, you were sure you were going to have way more fun. His parents were specialists in roses and while they mostly tended to the garden that was the main reason they were employed.
Your late mother absolutely adored them and when she died, the flowers reminded your father of her so much. He liked seeing them, but the pain at
Waking up (FranceXReader)Blearily, you blinked your eyes open, the sleep disorientating you. The softness of the white sheets pulled around your bare body felt good and you sat up slowly, rubbing the kink in your neck. A moment of sleepiness later, your eyes widened.Waking up (FranceXReader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Where was he?! The warmth that radiated from his body was still clinging to the bed sheets, so he couldn’t have gone long. Just as you were about to swing your legs out of bed, a noise comforted you. Whilst the sound of Francis’s humming of La Marseillaise, you lay back down, your hair fanning out over the pillow.
“Bonjour ma chérie!” He exclaimed, setting down two steaming mugs of coffee on the bedside table. “Isn’t it a beautiful day? I mean just look at that sky!” He said, flinging the curtains open for the morning sunlight to stream past.
The way he stood in front of the window, wearing only his rose-print boxers made him seem truly stunning. Even the blue sky he praised paled in comparison to his azur