2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

51: Loving You Was Red

51: Loving You Was Red
DRAMA [R]

Warnings: Feels
Author's Notes: Lmao I'm running out of title ideas. Also, I changed my mind about filling these scenarios with fluffles. I apologize for giving you all a false promise of the fluffy land. It wouldn't matter anyways. The next chapter is another heartbreaker mWAHAAHWAHAWHA
P. S. I forgot to post the mood board I made for this, oops! Well, here you guys go!
Enjoy reading! <3

Francois Bonnefoy

The snow's endeavours of plunging the atmosphere to the cold degrees didn't bother you both as much as it had before. Francois, of course, wouldn't be affected by all of this, given that he is an immortal, but you? You feared that you had lost all senses and grown numb to your surroundings, physically speaking. You couldn't feel anything. No pain, no comfort, nothing. Still, nothing made you colder than those eyes of his.

Through your eyes, Francois could see fear settling home within you. Whether it was because of him or not, he didn't know. The ice in his eyes thaws and guilt blossoms a heat that sets his entire body ablaze. There you were, helpless on the snow with tear-stained cheeks. Your wound has stopped bleeding, but you have undoubtedly lost a lot of blood and energy from your system. You looked as though you're about to faint soon.

The Frenchman lets out a heavy outbreath as he pockets his gun. He should've known that Anton and his men would act as soon as they could. He should've had you leave immediately. He should've kept you safe and away when he saw the signs of treachery. He should've done a lot of things, but Francois knew that none of them would change the current situation. He had failed you. The least he could do is to bring you to safety.

"Come," he tells you, draping his coat over your shivering figure. "Francis should be waiting where I instructed him to. You may have to be staying away for a little longer."

"But you killed Anton already," you stammered from the cold, as the two of you walked towards the car that had once been Anton's. Francois instantly had you sit in the passenger seat while he started the vehicle. "There's a high chance it's not over. Someone gave Anton support and firearms. As long as I haven't dealt with them, you'll never be safe with me,"

The surroundings whir past you both in a blur as Francois drove through the trees. Still, you were insistent on not letting him leave. "But they don't know we got away yet, right?" you asked, "We can—"

"Don't argue with me now, (Y/N). You'll never be safe with me," Francois repeats in a firm and sharp manner. You fall back on your seat in defeat. After a long pause of silence, however, Francois could feel your eyes on him. "(Y/N), stop staring," his voice was nonchalant, and that didn't help at all.

You were on the verge of crying. "You're not coming back for me, aren't you..." your words were in pain and nearly inaudible but the Frenchman still heard. He sighs and intertwines his hand with yours. He couldn't find the words to say.

"Don't you dare, Francois! You promised!" you raised your voice in a tearful hiss. "Don't leave me alone, please," you begged him in frightened tears. Your hand tightened on his, not wanting to let go. Francois was struggling with his resolve.

"Look," he began, "I will come back to you, I promise, but only when the time is right. It's not safe, cherie. I'm not safe."

Francois's head echoes with his own words. It was more of him engraving those words to himself. You'll never be safe. No, not when you're with him.

Allen Jones

It was a haze of everything as your senses fought to bring your consciousness back to life. Horrid scenes began to flash before you, suddenly slapping you out of whatever realm you had been endlessly floating in. Image after image urged you to come back to reality. Finally, a sharp gasp escapes your lips as your eyes fluttered wide open.