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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."

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.

Fra

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!

"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 wa

Caught (FranceXReader)It was time. As quickly and carefully as possible you grabbed the warm, red towel off your bed and headed out the door. Rushing downstairs you slipped on your thongs and drank a glass of _____ juice as you attempted to grab your keys. A few moments later, you were rushing out your door and towards your car.

You had to be extra careful now. The heat poured down and the inside of your car was like a sauna. Body drowning in sweat, you turned the car on and waited for the air-conditioning to cool it down to a heat you could stand. Grumbling to yourself, you managed a small smile.

Just think, _____. In less than an hour you'll be in a nice, cool

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"H-how could you do that to me!" You cried
"Mon am-,"
"No Francis I don't want to hear it!"
"No more excuses, no more Lies, nothing!!!" You sobbed and just as you were about to leave out the door he grabbed your hand.

"__-_____," he said in a hurtful voice.

"Don't say my name ever again! I don't want to see you ever again!" You shook of his hand and left him there and that day.

And now you were just sitting on a bench in a park, it was your favourite.

Roses eh..? You thought to yourself still equally as hurt as you were before.

You couldn't help stop the tear that rolled down your cheek.

" W

France x Reader PhotographsYou opened your mailbox and pulled out all of your mail before walking back into your house. You set the mail on the counter and started to go through it.
"Junk, bills, junk" you mumbled to yourself, sorting the mail into piles. Two of the envelopes caught your attention. One was from Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend. The other had no return address. You suspected it was from someone in the neighborhood. You opened the letter from Francis and unfolded the letter. It was so like him to send you a letter instead of an email.
Dear ________,
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis re

O Christmas Tree- BTTxReader"Mein Gott…"

"Ay Dios mio…."

"Mon Dieu…"

"I know, right?"

You and your three friends stared up at your ten foot tall Christmas tree in wonder.

"And you want us to decorate this…?" asked Gilbert, turning his red eyes on you.

"I'll help of course."

"_____.... This is going to take forever." Francis pointed out.

"Do you have a ladder?" Antonio asked, the gears turning in his head.

"Yes, yes I do, Antonio. Thank you for trying to help!" you stuck your tongue out at the other two and went to go grab the ladder from your garage.

"Well, gentlemen." Gil announced as soon as you had gone, "I see we have a mission."

"Yes, we do." Francis nod

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!"
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

France x Reader: Because I am French France x Reader
Because I am French

"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."

The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.

"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"

"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."

"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"

"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was

Breaking the unbreakable rule(FranceXReader)“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediat

Approval. - France x Reader.France.

The country of love, beaut and strikes.

Not to mention flirting and romantic red roses nonetheless.

"Mademoiselle, are you lost?"

You twirled around in your red dress as the wind settled. The blonde haired man winked and only blew a kiss.

He was most definitely French and nothing else.

"Y-Y-O-Oui."

"Ah, mademoiselle. You speak French?"

"N-No..." You felt ashamed.

"Then I must take you on a tour of my beautiful country, oui?"

Wait. This is a sudden sequence of matter. Let's back up.

Arrived in France yesterday.

You nodded to confirm that event in mind.

Went out and got lost today.

You nodded again as a warm

Girlfriend (France X Reader)~If I was your girl….friend I would let you touch everything that I am~

At least that's what he read about (name).
France looked at the (h/c) girl walking in the (color that looks good on you) dress walking down the street. Her (h/l) hair blowing softly along with her dress, he looked at her freshly shaven (skin toned) legs and chuckled. He had to have her. So he walked up to her inerupting her happy stroll.

"Bonjour madame." He purred in a thick French accent. The girl smiled.

"Bonjour." She responded politely to the best of her ability. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly making her blush.

"May I say that (color th

Pervert- FrancexReader"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.

"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 acti

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The rain bombarded the window. It was hell outside, but inside it was warm. You sat on your couch, looking miserably at your unstarted cup of cocoa. Your eyes were red and your nose was runny. But you weren't sick. It was a simple matter, really--someone had just broken your heart, and their bonds to you. Your cellphone still had the text message he had sent you. "I'm breaking up with you. I found someone else who made me very happy last night. We can still be friends, right?"

Outside you could heard a car door slam. You ignored it, trying instead to focus on your misery. A rap on the windo

FranceXxXxReader"Welcome to A&P!" You yelled from behind the counter as a customer walked in the store.
You see, you work at the store called A&P, meaning astounding and perfect.
"Hm? Such a beau fille works at mon pere et ma mere's shop?"
You looked up and saw a man a bit older than you.
He had blonde hair tied into a ponytail, blue eyes, and some stubble on his chin.
"Oui, and she looks very familiar...." He said mostly talking to himself.
"Excuse-moi, did you go to APH Academy?" He asked.
"Yeah." You responded. "I just graduated last year. And now that you mention it...You do look familiar."
"Francis!" Another voice yelled.
You looked behind the

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Or tried to.

"You've, like avoided dese meeting for like YEARS!" Felix, A.K.A. Poland, was yammering in your ear.

"You know I don't like crowds." You

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Francy Pants~{France x Reader}

by ~Ask-2p-Mat, Nov 30, 2012, 11:33:04 PM
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[Name] was walking home after a long night of partying with her friends, and no she wasn't drunk she was sober. She had a few glasses of wine but that wasn't the point, she was walking home from Alfreds party he threw. But just as she was about to call a cab she saw a distant figure who was stumbling around and almost falling onto the road.

"Awh zey left moi again....oh *hic* how am I going to get home zis time?", the figure mumbled leaning against the pole

"Francy pants is that you?", [Name] went over to check on the figure, thinking it was one of her friends

"ohh~ [Name] is zat you oh how nice~ honhonhon", he hugged her around the waste and snuggled into her

"Y-yeah its me...you're drunk aren't you?", she asked blushing slightly

"Oui~ but zats *hic* okay right?", he asked snuggling into your side

"....a-al-alright come on you can home with me", She said pulling Francis up and pulling him along

"merci mon amour", he whispered in her ear and stubbled

"Alright, now come on", you chuckled pushing him away slightly

Everyone knew Francis as this big pervert but you knew he was just being himself, which you admired very much about him. After all he was your best friend, along with the Spaniard and Prusssian.

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"Francy pants...no this way", [Name] laughed pulling him to the couch

"Ahh but I wanted to sleep with youuu~", he chuckled stumbling over to you

"Non Francy Pants you have to sleep by yourself~"

"Awwh but I'll get lonely can't we sleep just a *hic* little together

".......hmmm I dunno"

"Pl-*hic*-ease"

"Fine but just until you pass out", she said flopping on the couch

Francis smirked and layed beside you snuggling into your chest feeling your warm skin, making you blush madly but wrap your arms around him. It wasn't to bad for you but you knew it was wrong for him to be so close like that.

"Francy pants c-come on go to sleep", You scoffed trying to get him to get back

"But I can't mon amour sleeping so close to you, I still want you hear you voice", he smiled whispering

Your blush just continued to grow as he whispered those words to you. Trying to figure out a way to get him to go to sleep, you started humming a bit. Francis relaxed to your words, they were calm and beautiful, he loved your singing, heck he loved you. And it wasn't like those other "loves", this time he ment it. He wanted to call you his. But he soon drifted off to sleep from your singing, and you were still awake.

"He's so cute when he sleeps", you giggled quietly moving some of his blonde hair out of his face and kissed his head softly.

"hmm......[Name]", he mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, he was having a dream about you.

"Francis....are you....dreaming of me?", you mumbled trying to keep a deeper blush from spreading across your face even more.

He had moved you around and was now holding you in his arms to where you couldn't get up, so now you were sitting there unable to move. Little did you know he had woke up when you mumbled those words, because well lets face it. It was a rather loud mumble. He leaned down next to you and kissed you on the lips, you were shocked because well he was awake and he was kissing you.

"Je t'aime, mon cher", he said between kisses

"I....love....you....to", you barely got out between your kisses

It was a good thing when he woke up the next morning, being drunk didn't make him forget what he had done and said last night. How could he forget the one he loved.