2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

04: Confessions

DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS. I DO NOT OWN YOU EITHER.

04 : Confessions
A/N: This is the continuation of the previous scenario! This was edited on 11/23-24/2020! Once again I rewrote a significantly large part of it, but I hope y'all enjoyed!

FRANCOIS BONNEFOY

The lips that moved against yours were slightly chapped, tasting of the bourbon that Francois had always been so fond of drinking, but the pursuit of the kiss was nonetheless pleasurable for you and your palpitating heart. Butterflies danced in your belly, rejoicing the moment so much that you barely even realized that the pervert's pride had been wounded so much that he left the two of you alone.

Alas, the moment comes to an end with Francois gingerly pulling away, leaving you breathless. Your mind then sobers, as it finally dawns on you that a confrontation is in order. Your (e/c) eyes stared into the purple ones of the man before you, wide from the shock and the adrenaline pulsing through your veins.

What the Hufflepuff just happened?

You thought to yourself, before stopping. Hufflepuff? Oh God, my mind is scrambled right n—

You look around you. No one seems to notice the heated kiss you had shared with the Frenchman, nor did they seem care really—what, with so many others making out in much more inappropriate manners around you.

Still, you were in disbelief. Did he really just... kiss me?

Your fingers drifted to brush over your lips, the sensation of the kiss lingering there, and yet you still missed it. 

Oh my shucking shuck

He kissed ME

Francois Bonnefoy KISSED ME

Before you, as you've come to realize, Francois no longer met with your eyes, looking around anywhere else in a fidgety manner. "Look, (Y/N)—" he started but then paused. The words he tried to think of to explain himself dies at the hands of his nerves. He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his blonde locks.

"Je t'aime..." He sighs, settling for the simple words. "Je t'aime tellement ça me rend fou—" [t | I love you... | I love you so much it drives me crazy—]

Though you caught the gist of what he meant, your French was still rusty. You knew you wouldn't have been able to understand the rest of his ramblings anyway, and so you held his face in your hands, effectively pulling Francois back to reality. Your eyes grew glossy with the emotions flooding your senses, and yet you smiled at him anyways. "You mean it?" you muse, heart swelling when you see him nod and lean into your touch.

Resting your forehead against his, you press a soft kiss against his lips as you utter the four words his heart's been longing to hear.

"I love you, too"

ALLEN JONES

The moment Allen's lips captured yours, it didn't take you long to kiss back, getting just as lost into the moment as he does. Your body falls back onto your side of the couch as Allen's fervent kiss demanded it so. You didn't mind, of course—you are enjoying it yourself, after all. With your fingers tugging at his locks and your legs giving way for him to slip in between, you draw out a moan from the American's lips.

Alas, your need for air burns your lungs and causes you to pull back, chest heaving as you caught your breath with the man above you. A shit-eating grin makes it your face, as you see the furious blush across the American's face. "What was that about, hm?" you muse, brushing back his hair to see his face properly. Your heart did summersaults as you see Allen instinctively leans into your touch.