Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Little Do You Know

France x Reader

Warning this might be sad. 

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(y/n) was certain that her roommate or whatever he was to her was asleep, so she went to the ballet studio next door to borrow the private practice room. She was a ballerina, and the (h/c) haired girl had a solo to practice. She plugged her iPod into the speakers and played the song that she was supposed to perform with her roommate, the only male in the studio, Francis Bonnefoy. He had asked for a different partner, so to avoid the pain of people abandoning her (y/n) decided to go solo for a duet song. How fitting the lyrics that the girl sing are to how she feels right now. She did her routine like before, but it was missing something. Oh right that jerk of a crush she had. Earlier that day she saw him with Elizaveta who was better than (y/n) was, the Hungarian girl nodded and giggled at the French man who was blushing. Guess he is truly as unattainable as she had thought.

(y/n) was broken out of her thoughts when her music was abruptly stopped by the man who held her thoughts like a vice. Her (e/c) orbs met his, which widened when the blonde realized what was flowing down her cheeks.

"Ma chere, why are you crying?" His voice stayed even, but his eyes held a deep set hatred for whoever did this to the person who he thought an angel.

"E-everyone who was my duet partner has left me because I'm an awful dancer." (y/n)'s voice cracked slightly.

"Ce n'est pas vrai, mon amour." Francis whispered the last part. 

"You know it's true, you did the same thing. I mean why else was I told I had to go on-stage alone again, what other reason than keeping the other dancers' looking good. You didn't want to be embarrassed by me, I understand that, I'm horrible." She slid down the wall opposite of the mirrors and pulled her knees to her chest.  Francis played the music from the beginning after allowing (y/n) a chance to feel better. She began dancing with a passion, she meant the words that she was dancing to. Right at the proper time Francis joined her. He also meant every word. The duet was beautiful, which was thought by Elizaveta, who was outside the practice room, with her boyfriend Roderich, who had seen the whole ordeal and began composing a ballet about a down cast princess and a caring prince. 

Breathing hard the two stopped when the song ended. Francis dropped down on one knee and held both of (y/n)'s in his.

"Mon amour, I would go zhe distance if it meant zhat I could see you 'appy. I am willing to wait for you for as long as it takes. Je t'aime. I will not leave you. I promise (y/n)" With that he kissed her deeply when he stood, pulling her close. 

(y/n) was too afraid to kiss back at first, but before long that changed. When they parted a quiet "I love you" floated past her lips.