Hetalia oneshots.

Cheater America x Reader x France

You were both very happy in your relationship. Or at least, you thought so. You had been going out with Alfred for about 8 months now, and you enjoyed every second of it! Only, recently Alfred had started to avoid you. This worried you greatly, because who wouldn't be worried if their boyfriend began avoiding them? Truth be told, you had a few suspicions about Alfred cheating on you with another girl, but every time those thoughts entered your mind, you discarded them. Alfred was too sweet to do that to you, wasn't he? I mean, he had bought you flowers for your birthday and taken you out on many dates in the past, that could not have been all for nothing.

 You entered his house, using the spare key he gave you in case of emergencies, and walked upstairs to Alfred's bedroom. Alfred hadn't talked to you recently, so you presumed he was either very busy or ill. As you walked upstairs, you became kind of worried, hearing moans from his room. "Hey Alfred are you okay?" You asked pushing the door open, only to gasp in horror at what you saw. Alfred was laying in bed, on top of a woman you knew all too well. Your best friend was underneath Alfred, naked and gripping his shoulders in ecstasy. Both ceased in their actions and turned to face you, a mix of horror and shock on their faces. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you slowly backed away from the door. "I-I see you're doing j-just fine Alfred. Treat her well." And with that you walked out of his room and downstairs. The worst thing was that Alfred didn't even try to stop you. He just watched as you walked out of his life forever. 

You ran, with a broken heart, to the place that you and Alfred first met. The old abandoned park. You sat down on one of the swings, and cried. You couldn't believe that Alfred and B/F/N had both betrayed you like that. Rain poured all around you, soaking your clothes and making them cling to you shaking body. "Mon Dieu, do you need any help miss?" You looked up to see a man with shoulder length, luscious blond locks and blue eyes. You shook your head no, and looked startled when he sat on the swing next to you. "What's wrong?" To say you were surprised at this strangers compassion was a huge understatement. "Just found my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, cheating on me with my ex-best friend." The man next to you winced, probably imagining the emotional pain you were going through. He placed his arm over your shoulders and pulled you into a warm side-hug. "That's awful. My name is Francis Bonnefoy by the way, and yours?" You knew he was trying to distract you from the pain, and you were thankful. "Y/n L/n, thank you, but you really shouldn't sit in the rain, you'll catch a terrible cold." You pointed out with a small, barely even noticeable, smile. Francis raised an eyebrow in confusion. "I don't just allow pretty ladies like yourself sit out in the pouring rain alone. Speaking of that, would you like to come to my house? I'm presuming that you don't want to go home in case your ex-boyfriend is there." You smiled at his consideration, nodding gratefully.

It took you both about 20 minutes to get to his house, but when you did, you couldn't help but gasp in awe. A garden full of different coloured roses stood in front of the house, and the house was practically a mansion. The walls of the house were painted white, no chips in the paint could be seen. "Wow." You whispered as you took in the strong scent of roses. Francis smiled and gently tugged your hand and lead you into his house. "Please make yourself at home." He told you as you gaped at the inside of his home. "I'll bring you some dry clothes." And with that your mysterious saviour disappeared from sight. You inspected the gorgeous room. The interior was just as impressive as the exterior design. You smiled and brushed your fingers over the oak table in front of you. Francis walked down the stairs, holding a pile of clothes. "Thank you so much for this Francis. I really appreciate it." You said with a huge smile. "It's no problem really." Francis chuckled at your adorable happy expression. "I'll just turn away so you can get changed." He does as he says as you peel off your soaking wet clothes and replace them with the clean and dry new ones. The shorts were baggy on you, and the shirt went down to your thighs. "I'm ready." You mutter. Francis laughs a little when he see's how big everything is on you. "Okay, I only have one useable bedroom, so we will have to sleep in the same bed." You shrug and follow him upstairs. 

The bedroom was bigger than you anticipated. A huge bed, covered in silk pillows and sheets, layed in the middle of the room, a bedside table right next to it. Francis took of his shirt and slid into bed, patting the place next to him. You got in beside him and curled up into a tight ball. Francis smiled at your dozing figure and thought about how sad it was that your boyfriend had cheated on you. He swore that no matter what, he would never do that to anyone, especially you. Because what you didn't know, was that this Francis was the same Francis that had fallen in love with you during your teenage years. This Francis was your best friend, that's why he helped you when he saw you crying on that old swing. With the way things were going at the moment, he knew he would fall in love with you all over again, and this time, he wouldn't let someone take away his chance with you away from him.

Because no matter what, he would stand right beside you, even through your darkest days.

Francis loved you more than anyone else in the world could.

And you grew to love him in the same way.