Hetalia One Shots~

France x Reader: Rose Shop

Your P.O.V~

I sighed as I drag my feet across the cement sidewalk, thinking about my friends back home. Well lets just say my parents decided it would be better for me to explore the world and discover new things by moving to France. You got to admit the country itself was beautiful. 

I looked around taking in the scenery, leaves decorating the sidewalk creating a avalanche of bright warm colors, gave off a sort of calming vibe. Then a smell hit you, freshly baked bread.

I follow the scent, memories flooded my mind. The scent of freshly baked bread takes me back to childhood memories. I walk up to the bakery pulling out some spare cash. 

" Excusez-moi? (Excuse me?)" Yes I know some french. 

"que désirez-vous (What would you like?)", a female waiter asked from behind the counter.

"i odeur du pain frais (I smell fresh bread)", I reply a bit embarrassed. 

"Hahahah, en voudrais tu? (would you like some?)" the waiter asked while giggling silently. 

"Oui s'il vous plaît. (Yes please)", I reply while paying for it. The waiter hands you the bag with the bread inside. 

"Merci! (Thanks!", thanking the waiter you walk out, crisp air hitting your nostrils.

'Ahhh just what.' You thought. Walking down the streets of Paris, I see i cute little flower shop.

"Flowers perhaps? Wouldn't hurt.", I mutter to myself walking towards the small corner shop.

Francis's (France) P.O.V~

I was admiring my roses when I see a young lady walking towards my shop.

"Client? (costumer?)", I ask myself. The lady opens the front door, the door reacting with a 'ding'.

"Ah hello beau (beautiful) how may I help you?", I ask the the girl. I freeze up when I see her face, shes stunning in her own way.....

Your P.O.V~

I walk into to the flower shop be greeted by a man with longish blond hair, such lively blue eyes, and a noticeable stubble. 'He's cute....' NO WHAT AM I THINKING BAD ME BAAAAD HE'S A STRANGER. My train of thought was interrupted by the man. 

"Ah hello beau (beautiful) how may I help you?", the man asks me. 'Beautiful? Well I don't know about that.' I think to myself. 

"Um.....do you have any roses?" SMART MOVE (name) SMART MOVE OF COURSE THEY HAVE ROSES THIS IS A FLOWER SHOP IN FRANCE THE COUNTRY OF LOVE!

"Of course ma cherie.", I heard the man say as he walked to the back room. 

Francis's P.O.V~

'The girl voice was like silk, soft and smooth (like something else *smirk* ohonhon~). Wait she needed roses right? I must treat her with the best roses I have.', I think while cutting the roses stems to a preferable size. I rap the roses in white and gold wrapping paper along with the regular plastic covering. I stop writing something on a scratch piece of paper. 

Your P.O.V~

I heard the mans footsteps once again. He came out with a large bouquet of roses wrapped in such a stunning white and gold paper.

"Here for you, no charge~", he said smoothly.

"Oh! Thank you so much!", I thank him while walking out. I notice a scratch piece of paper resting in the folds of the raping paper. I pull the paper out, my eyes scanning over it.

"(insert phone number) -Francis Bonnefoy"