Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Don't Touch Her ~ France X Reader

(Y/n) (L/n) was walking down the dark, empty street.  She was afraid. The cold, tingling sensation on the back of her neck told her she was being watched... and followed.  She picked up her speed, wanting to get home as soon as possible.  

Suddenly, she heard feet scrabbling against the pavement, coming closer.  Just as she looked back, a mam with a black baklava obscuring his face grabbed her, squeezing a hand over her mouth and wrapping his free arm around her waist.

He began dragging her into a dark alley.

(Y/n) screamed against his hand and thrashed in his grip. It was no use.  She cast one last fleeting glance towards the opening of the alley, one last hope that someone, anyone, would see her being dragged away by a bad man. 

And there was someone.

His hair was golden and glistening, cascading down to his shoulders.  It was to dark to see his face.  The mysterious man lunged and the bad man, ripping (Y/n) from his grasp, then tackling him to the ground.

(Y/n) rolled away, trying not to cry.  She was shaken.  The blonde man knocked the other one out before moving to help the crying girl up.  "Vien," He said softly, taking her hand. 

(Y/n) who was still desperately trying to hold back tears, took the man's hand and let him lead her out if the alley and down the street to a local dinner.  He sat them down at a table and ordered some drinks: two coffees. 

As they were waiting, he talked to her. 

"What is your name?"

"(Y/n)..." She answered timidly. 

He smiled at her.  "I am Francis."

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Three months later, (Y/n) rung Francis' doorbell.  She was bursting with anticipation.  Moments later, her blond friend swung the door open, grinning.  "Come in, vite!"

He ushered her into the home and shut the door behind her.  "Did you make them?" (Y/n) asked, her heart palpiting in anticipation.
"Mais bien sûr!" He smiled.  "Would I let you down, (Y/n)?"
She smiled.  "You never have." She stood up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek.
Francis flushed as (Y/n) walked past him and towards his kitchen.  The smell if freshly baked chocolate croissants flooded her nose and she sighed happily.  The first time Francis had given her one, she fell in love. 
The baked treats rested on a cooling rack on the granite counter.  (Y/n) took one and bit into it, warmth flooding her entire body.  She turned around so she rested her back against the counter. 
"Is it good?" Francis asked, joining her in the kitchen.  A slight blush was still remnant on his cheeks and that made (Y/n) smile smugly. 
"Of course it's good!" She exclaimed, adding a moan for emphasis. 
Francis' face flushed again before he started to advance towards her.  "Woul-," He choked a little but tried again.  "Would you like to share with me?"
(Y/n) stared at him for a moment before shrugging.  "Why not."
He took the croissant from her dainty fingers and took a bite.  He didn't chew it.  Instead, he let half of what he had taken stick out of his mouth and leaned in towards (Y/n). 
(Y/n) froze.  He raised an eyebrow expectantly.  Oh god.  (Y/n) understood what he wanted.  Blushing, she put her mouth on the other side of the croissant morsel.  Their lips were only inches appart. 
Francis moved his mouth down so their lips grazed.  A sudden impluse overwhelmed (Y/n) and she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the handsome Frenchman full on. 
The croissants were soon forgotten.  The only sweet thing (Y/n) was now craving, was Francis' lips. 

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(A/n) Guys I wrote this because Francis needs more love.  He did say that love is not something that should be forced upon you so I don't get why everyone casts him as a pervert... so here is how I see him.