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Poems FranceXReaderYou nervously looked left and right before taking a seat at the world meeting. You were rather jumpy today but you had an excellent reason to be. France.
You didn't think he was a bad guy, but he could get a little over passionate at times. And while it was rather amusing when he did it to other countries, it made you a bit uncomfortable. "Honhonhon!" The one who laughed this rather perverted laugh was sitting next to you. You turned to look at him and came face-to-face with a rather handsome man with thick, wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes that held a sparkle of passion.
"Hello France." You greeted before turning your attention over to Germany, who was trying to get the other countries to shut up and failing miserably. You heard furious scribbling beside you and a neatly written note was placed in front of you.
You shot the grinning blond a curious glance before reading his neat, cursive writting:
Roses are red,
Violets are fine,
I'll be six,
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Over and Over FranceXReader
The Frenchman gingerly touched the red bruise blossoming on his cheek, looking at you with shocked blue eyes. You opened your mouth to scream, but shut it just as quickly, shaking your head in disappointment; there was nothing to say to him that you haven't said already. Turning on your heel, you ran out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. The blond Frenchman didn't miss the pain in your eyes nor the tears that ran down your cheeks as you ran away, making his regret worse.
He glanced at the woman next to him, the bimbo he'd cheated on _____ with. That bitch had nothing on you, and he wasn't going to let her tear the two of you apart. Pushing her away, Francis Bonnefoy leapt off his luxurious leather couch and threw the door open, dashing after you, a determined look gracing his handsome face. He loved you more than life itself and he refused to lose you over something like this.
Skidding to a halt, his passionate blue eyes scanned the area until he found your r

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?
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

LSH: I'm Not That Girl (FrancexReader)I'm Not That Girl
FrancexReader

Francis Bonnefry. The guy of your dreams. The sweetest, most romantic guy on campus. The guy who every girl wanted to date, or at least to have some form of relation with. The guy who would let every girl down gently and still remain their friend.

The boyfriend of your best friend.

Madeline Williams. The girl to vent to. The nicest, most adorable girl on campus. The girl who would listen to everything anyone had to say, and always know exactly how to respond. The girl who was friends with everyone.

The girl who had captured the affection of Francis.

You had always thought you had just as much of a ch

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France x Reader: All I Got
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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

FranceXReader- Snails.

Snails.

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"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 wha

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

FRANCEXREADER songfic Kiss Me

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SONGFIC
"KISS ME "by six pence none the richer
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"Oh kiss me out of the bearded barley,
Nightly , beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress"

You sat outside on your porch in the New Orleans heat. The white porch swing creaking as you waited for your darling boyfriend to come over the rolling green hills that lead to your home.
The sun was setting starts slowly lighting up the sky as a figure strode over the grass . His blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail by a white ribbon

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"Ohonhon~ _____________," the Frenchman purred in your ear.
Shivering at the breath your ear you shouted back, "Eeeahhhh! Francis, don't do that!" Even if he was your boyfriend, that still creeped you out.
Francis laughed again, "___________ I heard that Arthur was going out tonight with some friends."
"So?"
"Maybe you and I could-."
"NO!" you interrupted him blushing hard.
"Follow him," he gave you a pervy smile, "Ohonhonhon~ _______________, what were you thinking?"
Your blush got darker. "N-Never mind, let's go."

~time skip-brought to you by flying mint bunny~

You heard strange mumblings from around the corner. "F-Francis, maybe w

FrancexHaphephobic!Reader:No touchy,touchyFrancexHaphephobic!Reader:No touchy,touchy

You sat at another stupid world meeting listening to the arguements of the others,you represented the coutry of ________.You shuffled through your papers trying to pass the time,Even looking out the winter at the russian now drifting towards the ground,but you gave up and whipped out your phone to play angry birds.

You foucused on the game more than the extreme chaos that surrounded you,countries like France and England fighting tooth and nail,Russia scaring China and wait where was America!?!?You heard a booming voice behind you.

"Gotcha!"you bolted up from your chair and moved a few feet away,yo

FrancexReader - My Little Love

With summer being on the scene, sending it's warm winds and summer rays reaching down to heat the population below, one would think it was quite a normal day like any other. Then again, if you had to sit in a meeting with the Allies and Axis nations, you'd have known better. The meeting was about to end, and you knew it was because a chair went flying out of the second story window of the building where they always met. It always reminded you of those Appliance Defenestration commercials where the women threw out their old washing machines for not working right and almost impaling a poor unexpected bypasser; with shouts and curses being hea

Of Silk and Jewels (FrancexReader)Of Silk and Jewels
FrancexReader
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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

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

Out in the Rain (France x Reader)The simple fact that you often worked late on the nights you worked your long shifts generally meant that you saw a lot of things others didn't. Your small and quaint town seemed to be full of surprises, varying from stray animals to much stranger, shadowy figures that sometimes you just didn't bother questioning. In fact, you had well convinced yourself over the years that nothing would surprise you anymore. You had every right to think so, especially after all the odd things you had seen over time.

It was one quiet, sleeting evening in November, and you were at your usual post, positioned by the small window in the restaurant you worked w

Autumn (Prussia x Reader)BRIIING!!!

The obnoxious tone signifies the much-anticipated end of the school-day. After stopping by your own locker, you're on your way past the troublesome (and disturbingly sexy) 'Bad Touch' trio, who are horsing around as usual. Someone grabs your arm. You spin around to see Gilbert Beilschmidt, the infamous self-appointed king of the school and the only albino, peering into your face. He seems uncharacteristically distraught.

"Hey, uh, _____..." Oh gosh he said your name. "I was wondering if you'd maybe, um…" He hesitates, shifting anxiously. "Can we go outside?"

You nod.

Taking your hand, he leads you out of the crowded ha

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by ~MidnightShadows24, Oct 3, 2012, 10:25:45 AM
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"France, I'm going to kill you!" You screamed, grabbing the coller of his shirt, your face bright red from yelling.

"Why, ma chere?" The blond Frenchman asked, his eyebrows raised.

"You know damn well why!"

You really don't know how he did it(perverts have their ways, you thought) but somehow he got into your room and swiped all your clothes, leaving only a dress for you to wear. The blond bastard knew damn well that you hated dresses with a fiery passion, so you didn't know if he was trying to piss you off or if he was just being a pervert.

Now you would admit, the dress was rather pretty; it was a deep purple color, sleeveless, that went to your knees, with a black belt around the waist. It was simple, but rather nice, not that you'd ever tell him that.

His shock gone now, a small, flirtious smile crept onto the blond's face. "But why do you mind, ma chere? You look beautiful."

You rolled your eyes at the complient. If it had been anyone elese, you might have been flattered, but with France you never really knew if it was genuine or not. I mean, the man flirted with just about anything that wasn't dead, much to your annoyance. But he's probably just using the same line he's used on god knows how many other women.

"Yeah right." You spat, narrowing your eyes. Before you could blink, the blond was right in front of you, one hand on your waist, the other holding your chin. You turned even redder, from blush this time.

"I wasn't just saying that, you know." He whispered, his face inches from yours. You could hear your heart beating, a shiver of anticipation running up your spine. With a smile, he kissed your cheek, then released you and walked away.

Leaving you extremly flustered and confused.

You slowly moved your hand up to touch the cheek he'd kissed, your blush darkening. Then your eyes narrowed at his retreating figure. Dammit, he was good! "You bastard!" You yelled.

You could have sworn you heard him snickering and your face became redder than Spain's tomatos. Stupid France!

God, you hated it when your ass of a boyfriend did that to you.

THE END