𝐇𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 | Hetalia x Reader

〖2〗France x Reader | Moonlight Kisses

You paced in front of the phone for an hour, waiting, hoping, and praying. It really was too good to be true. Two days ago you had slipped up and confessed your feelings to Francis Bonnefoy. It had all been the result of a silly argument. Francis had been getting jealous of late for some reason because of all the time you were spending with Arthur and Alfred lately. You couldn't understand why. After all, you had all grown up together, and it was only lately that he had started acting so possessive of you. The whole thing had blown up when Francis had picked a fight with you over it, and out of pure anger you had blurted out that he should stop beings so jealous when he knew you were in love with him. You had immediately clapped your hands over your mouth in horror at what you had just unleashed. You actually had no idea if he knew how you felt, but you had just been so frustrated and upset by the accusations that you wanted to dismiss any ideas he might have had about you having any feelings for the other two.

As it turned out, everyone had known that the two of you were in love with one another. Everyone except for the two of you, apparently. After finally establishing that you had feelings for each other, he had asked to take you out on a proper date that Friday - which was today.

Now, after all this time you were waiting for his phone call, anxiously anticipating your first proper date. The phone rang once. At first you couldn't believe it. When the phone rang a second time you were scared to answer it; that it would not be him. When the phone rang for the third time, you pounced on it, "Hello?"

"Bonjour, mon papillon."

"Francis?"

"'ow are you zis fine morning?"

Your insides melted a little. He'd always called you little pet names like 'amour' and 'ange,' but after recent circumstances, it made the terms of endearment feel different. "I'm great. What about you?"

"Tres bien. Especially now zat I'm 'earing ze sound of your voice."

Your face got hot. "Really?" Your hands shook so violently that you thought you would drop the receiver.

"May I take you to dinner tonight?"

"Yes!" You knew your answer was too quick and that you sounded too excited, but you couldn't help it.

"Magnifique! I'll pick you up at seven."

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Au revoir."

You hung up the phone and leapt so high into the air that you missed the ceiling by three inches. "YES!" You shouted. You laughed out loud and then suddenly realized you had no idea what you were going to wear or how to do your makeup or hair or anything. You raced to the bathroom and decided to try on clothes first. In your room you pulled out every article of clothing you owned and picked out the ones you liked best before trying them on. Then you went through five outfits, which took and hour until you found the one you like best. You chose a pair of summer sandals with a flowing blue flower skirt and a white blouse. You decided you liked your hair the way it was, so you went into the bathroom to do your makeup, which took another half-hour for you to decide what colors you wanted and to apply them.

You passed most of the time away worrying if you should eat or not and whether to read a book or watch TV until that evening. Finally, after waiting and waiting, there was a knock at your front door. You flew across the room and opened the door. There he stood in all his fair-haired beauty, and his eyes twinkled when he saw you.

Looking you up and down, he smiled as he said, "Tu êtes enchanteur."

"Who knows? Maybe I'll cast a spell on you tonight."