2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

05: Hold Me Tight

05: Hold Me Tight
A/N: This was edited on 11/27-29/2020!!! Rewritten once again to add more p i z z a z z for all of you!!! I've also been adding a lot of foreshadowing since the rewrites lmAOOO (hope the rereaders would recognize lol) I hope y'all enjoyed!

Warning: FLUFF. FLUFF EVERYWHERE.

FRANCOIS BONNEFOY

Cuddling is something both you and Francois end up doing for most of the days he gets to spend time with you—among other things, of course, but it's definitely top tier on the list.

"Bonjour," you greeted in a playful French accent, wiggling your eyebrows and grinning wide as you opened the door for your boyfriend.

As soon as the Frenchman entered, he could only hummed in acknowledgement, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. "Bonjour," he murmured, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he takes off his coat.

"Ready for Wednesday Wine Night?" you muse, closing the door behind him.

The connoisseur of wine himself reveals the bottle he had brought with him in response to your query. Of course he's ready.

And so here you two were, hours later, with you and Francois on the bed. You had taken the liberty of claiming a seat on his lap, since your boyfriend's mind has been too muddled by the wine to even complain and get you off his lap. Instead, he, himself, was the one who cuddled into you—a surprise really, but you weren't one to complain.

With your face nestled into his neck, you take in his musk—a mix of his cologne and the wine, as well as the fading smell of the cigar that he had begun laying off of. You then feel the rumble of his chest as he murmurs things in French that were much too obscured for you to pick apart in your head. Hence, you had settled on closing your eyes, savoring the languid movements of his hand through your hair.

Your head started to lull forwards, sleep weighing down your eyelids.

However, upon feeling someone—and you knew just who—take the wine glass from your hand, you were slightly brought back to reality. "Hm?" you drone, opening an eye to see what Francois was up to. You see him set both of the glasses on the bedside table.

You then hop off his lap, expecting him to have sobered up enough to call his driver and go home, but the Frenchman simply scooted over to switch the lights off and made himself comfortable on your bed—too lazy to even change out of his clothes.

"Uh, Francois?" you trail off, befuddled, "You're not going home?"

It was his usual habit—spend time with you, then leave by the end of the night.

Francois only looked at you with one eye open, unbothered. "Do you want me to?" he questions, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Seeing you shake your head, he opens up the blanket for you to scoot into his arms—and you gladly did so, of course. It wasn't every day that your boyfriend was this responsive of your affections. He even decided to stay over for the first time!

Maybe it's the wine. I should try to get more of that then—

"Sleep, (Y/N)," the Frenchman tells you, when he felt your giddy grin against his neck.

You snuggle in closer, thankful that the lack of light concealed your blushing face. "Right," you said with a chuckle. "Good night, Francois."

His hold tightens around you a little—something you've come to realize as Francois' subtle sign of affection. "Good night."

Good night indeed.

ALLEN JONES