Hetalia - Reader x Country

France - Perfection

Just a side note..... you are not very popular as opposed to France, he is considered as the player of the school! = 3 = .... Why do I feel as though that I don't make sense? Well, enjoy your read! :D

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"Hey Olivia!" you turned around and saw France. As you turned around he was right in your face. You backed up, shocked. Though, as you looked around you realized that you weren't the only one shocked. You recievee stares from the other students.

"What do you want?" you said smacking your locker this causing France to back away a bit. "Nothing but your first kiss!"

He purched his lips and you used your binders to push him away. "No.... Just no!" the bell rang and you headed for classes. This morning the teacher had talked about the dance that was being held today. You sighed quietly knowing that you didn't have a mate to go to the dance with. All your friends apparently, had one. Though that's been said, that wasn't a big problem as you had work to be done anyways.

________some time after school_____

You hung up the last of the decorations proud of your hard work. "Oh my gosh, Olivia!" you turned around seeing a group of girls smiling and giving you the thumbs up. You too couldn't help but smile. "Hehe, t-thanks!"

Then at the corner of your eye you had seen France with a smirk and his arms were folded together. "It's France!" I heard one of them murmur. As the other girls had looked shy towards him, one girl held a smile. Almost cocky. "So, Olivia! I heard that you weren't going to the dance? Why is that?" Your eyes widened and you turned around causing the ladder to squeak.

"Hey, Janelle, stop!" One of the girls said. She smirked and did not let them get in her way. She stepped forward. "I heard that it was bec-"

"Who said that?" All of their heads turned to France.

The gym was quiet. "Mhh, I asked a question and I'd like an answer!" He said romantically. Janelle turned a bit red, then finally answered him. "Uh, rumours!" She faked a chuckle.

"So, you believe in rumours? Truth is she is, as a matter if fact, going to the dance with me!" You felt your face heat up and went down the ladder and reached the ground. You marched towards France taking grasp of his hand leading him out. Then you reached around the end of the hallways far enough so that they wouldn't hear. You turned red as you looked up. "Thanks.... for that!" You mouthed the words you tried to say. "But, I don't have a dress.... or in other words a wardrobe.... and stuff!"

France leaned down lifting up your chin. You two were eye-to-eye. "Why won't we buy one now mon cherie!" Without saying another word France tangled his hand with yours and just to your left was the exit. With a free hand he opened the door. As the two of you walked together hand in hand you couldn't help but have the utter ought of asking him a question. "France?" You said. He slowed his pace and looked to you. "Yes, love?"

"What exactly do you plan on doing?"

"I'm going to buy a dress! You don't think that I'm going to do anything to you.... do you?" He asked. You turned red.

"Ah, no! I was just asking!"

Sooner or later the two of you had came across down-town. Then, France continued to walk down the bloc, but all of a sudden he came to a hault in front of an expensive store. Then, he raised a nonchalant hand and pointed to the store. "In here!" He tangled his fingers with yours and guided you inside. As he opened the door, dressed of different colours were the first thing you saw.

"Bonjour Anna, Sandra, Gwen!" France waved and greeted the employees. "You know them?" You whispered to him. He nodded his head, "I own this place!" He said with a sweet smile. You raised your eyebrow in amazement.