Hetalia: France X Reader Oneshots

Happy Valentine's Day~

Of all the days for Francis to be called to a meeting, it just had to be Valentine's Day. You had been planning what the pair of you would do the whole year you'd been a couple. All these plans had been destroyed by a last minute call for the nations to meet in Seoul, South Korea. Why? Who knows. All you knew was, your beautiful Frenchman wouldn't even be home for the romantic holiday. You were beyond stressed and frustrated, and it was almost time he had to leave for this preposterous reunion.

"Je suis désolé, encore..." Francis whispered with a sorrowful, choked voice. He held you and stroked your hair tenderly as he struggled to say this.

You shook your head, "No... Don't be sorry, Francis. They're the ones that called you, it's their fault."

Francis pulled away and tipped your chin upwards so that his ocean blue eyes met with your own deep (E/C) ones. "I promise I'll be back in no later than a week. Then, we can do whatever you want, oui?"

You nodded, feeling your throat tighten.

He forced a tiny, weak smile and kissed your forehead, "Je t'aime, (Y/N)... Toujours."

With that, he slipped in his jacket, and picked up his small bag. Before walking out the door, he glanced back at you one last time. You could tell he was on the verge of tears by the way his bottom lip trembled and his eyes glittered with unshed tears. Then, he trudged out to his car, grudgingly opened the door, threw himself into the driver's seat and slammed the car door. You waved slightly as he drove away, praying that the meeting would miraculously be called off so the two of you could go back to your original plans and have the best Valentine's Day ever. Of course, this was only a fantasy. A fantasy in which wouldn't come true anytime soon.

You sat in silence, staring listlessly at small clock in which Francis has helped you to hang on the wall when you had first arrived in Paris. Tears formed around the edges of your eyelids just thinking about him. You knew it was silly to cry over not being with him for a short week, but not being around Francis made you feel so lonely. Without him, you were the only being in the house. Your footsteps echoed throughout the halls, rather than his adorable laughter.

Eventually, it was finally time for bed. You lifted yourself up off of the couch and dragged your feet, walking to the bedroom. When you got into the room, you noticed a small envelope placed on the neatly made bed.

Tilting your head, you picked it up. The envelope was completely blank, let alone the scarlet seal in which closed the letter. You gingerly ripped it open and removed its contents, discovering a letter written in beautiful handwriting. When you checked the signature, you found what you expected, Francis Bonnefoy was signed in the bottom right corner of the paper. You smiled inwardly, your heart melting at the thought of Francis taking the time to carefully write such a magnificent letter just for you. As you read it, warm, salty tears flowed in steady streams down your cheeks. By the time you'd finished, you were sobbing in joy. You gently placed the small paper on your nightstand and laid yourself down. Once you were comfortably nestled into the blankets, you allowed your body to relax and smiled as you drifted into the beautiful abyss of slumber.

"(Y/N)!"

You turned, hearing a voice in which you immediately matched with that of Francis. You could distinctly recall his beautiful, velvety smooth accent. You could also easily pick out his slender figure in the distance among a million others.

You ran towards him with your arms wide open to hug him. He smiled at you as you got closer to him, and slightly opened his arms. But, just before you could wrap your arms around him, he vanished out of thin air.

You stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. When you'd pulled yourself together, you looked around, frantically searching for him. Your eyes wildly scanned the horizon before finally landing on some other figures; two figures to be exact. They seemed to be hugging. When you'd begun to approach them, it became clear to you that one of the silhouettes was indeed Francis. The other, a female. You jumped to conclusions, assuming this was only another sibling. Until you noticed a very important detail. The two weren't just hugging.

They were kissing.

You were shocked, stopping dead in your tracks. You shook your head in denial as tears formed in your eyes. "No. No. No... This can't be right..." you whispered.

Francis seemed to hear you, because he pulled away from the girl and looked at you with a devilish smirk plastered on his face. You trembled, not believing what you had just seen. You backed up slowly, still shaking your head.

Suddenly, you jolted forwards, sweating and sobbing. You stared down in horror at your shaking hands. Was that real?

You blinked a couple times and slowly raised your head to see your room. You looked to your right and saw the letter on your nightstand, exactly where you had left it. You sighed in relief and let yourself fall back onto your pillow. Staring at the ceiling, you praised to the heavens above that it was only a nightmare. Of course it was, why would he ever do that to you?

You rolled out of bed and went into the kitchen, popping a slice of bread into the toaster.

You glanced at the clock, which read, 11:53. You'd slept in, a lot longer than usual. Sighing, you wished time would go faster.

"Only six more days.." you whispered to yourself.

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About a week passed very slowly, and you were eager for Francis to return home. Valentine's Day had rolled by few days ago. You'd sat on a park bench, just watching all the romantic, happy couples walk by and imagine that one of them was you and Francis.

You looked at the clock for the hundredth time waiting impatiently for the door to open.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, you heard a small knock. You jumped up and dashed to the door, ecstatic. The door flew open and you pounced on whomever was outside it. The surprised French screaming let you know that it was indeed Francis.

You covered him in kisses and strangled him with hugs. Finally, you allowed him to get up and he looked deep into your beautiful (E/C) eyes. "Je vois ai manqué, (Y/N)..."

You smiled up at him, "I missed you too, Francis.~"

He grinned down at you and swooped you up bridal style, running into the house. You two finally had time alone and intended to have the best Valentine's Day ever.

A/N: I'M SOOOO SORRY I'M SO LATE!!! Fraggin... Three days late ;m;

And it's horrible... I probably made your day worse, huh?

I'm so sowwy... I'll make a better chapter next week... And I'll probably change my publishing date to Sunday's instead of Thursday's.

Welp... Avoir my wittle hawkwolves~