2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

30: Beauty in the eyes of the Beholder

30: Beauty in the eyes of the Beholder

When he stares at you//He gets caught staring at you

Disclaimers: This features fluffy, cheesy feels—enough to make you puke rainbows and unicorns

Note: As weird as the prompt sounds, it ain't—I swear to God, they're not creeps on this one. Ahahaha.
Also, read the end of this thing for an important announcement about this scenarios book—so please don't sleep on it like it's Namjoon! (Poor RapMonnie) ㅠ_ㅠ

Francois Bonnefoy
If you already haven't known by now, you were clearly one of the best blessings Francois Bonnefoy ever received in his immortal life and he cherishes you the most.

Like any other day, Francois felt as if he couldn't take his eyes off of your figure and he always had that sickening lovestruck gaze when his eyes even gets a mere glimpse or a simple thought of you—Simeon would be honored to justify that statement, believe me.

"Monsieur Bonnefoy, je ne pense pas qu'elle aimerait être examinée depuis si longtemps (Mister Bonnefoy, I don't think she'd like to be looked at for so long)," Simeon managed to make a remark as he drove the sleek black car around France. You see, it had been a long tiring day of check ups and medical tests for you even though it had already been a week after you were dismissed from the Hospital—Francois just wanted to take extra measures.

You had fallen asleep during the car ride since Francois' mansion was situated somewhere along the outskirts of the city—completely unaware of the bickering that was boiling up. "Ferme la bouche, Simeon (Shut your mouth, Simeon)," Francois growls, shifting his arm a little so your head would be more comfortable lying on it.

Having been caught staring at you, Francois was forced to limit his gawking down to just stealing glances at your sleeping self. Perhaps one of the many reasons as to why he cherishes you was the fact that you were becoming too much of a weakness for him, someone who his enemies could easily use against him, but there's no need to worry, (Y/N); Francois will do anything for you.

Allen Jones
The sun, as it shone brightly in the heavens, filtered through your curtains, slowly waking you up along with the constant beeping of your alarm clock. Once you managed to unravel yourself from Allen's strong and tight hold, you quckly began to prepare for the rest of the day.

However, you remain unaware of the pair of red eyes following your every move. Allen never moved from his sleeping position—he remains lying on his back with an arm draped over his face, peaking at your figure through sleepy eyes. He watches you ran about, picking your clothing attire and things for work.

Allen fails to bite back a grin, though it wasn't laced with any bit of cheekiness like his usual habits—it was a smile of content and gratitude, because he finally found someone who loved him despite of his fucked up, hot mess self.

It was definitely one of those days where he wasn't on his usual track; a day where his heart turns softer at the sight of you as he just sits back and takes it all in. You were always an odd mixture of otherworldly sass and great compassion to him—a perfect combination that he really fancies because you never fail to surprise him.

"Allen!" his heart jumped in shock as he was pulled away from his fantasies. His eyes met with your (e/c) ones, actually feeling embarrassed for being caught red-handed. "Are you gonna get up or what?" you laughed, setting a cup of coffee on the bed side for him to drink as you sat in bed next to him.