French Mistetloe France x ReaderMore Like This
|I didn’t bother to put the accents. I suck at doing those|
You walked down the streets of the not so crowded plaza. You slowly admired the view of people entering and exiting the cute little cafes and the adorable shops of France. All this was so cliché, though this is how you pictured the country when you planned your trip, so you were glad it fit your expectations.
You smiled down to yourself when you felt something tickling your face. You stopped your tracks and backed away slightly, furrowing your brows in confusion, tilting your head to the side.
You followed the thin thread with your eyes, your gaze falling on a dirty blond haired guy with thin glasses and warm blue eyes holding a fishing rod. His Santa Claus hat was covering most of his hair and he had a playful smirk on his face.
"Welp, you know what this means!" He said, a soft laugh erupting from his throat. Your cheeks became a light shade of pink, and got darker when you saw that, in front of you -and th