2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

58: The Question

FRANCOIS BONNEFOY

The bright flash soon unveiled a serene field in the middle of nowhere. Your eyes wandered and saw mere houses from the distance. The small abode before you was similarly modest, but a dull ambience lingered through the air. It was melancholic, and almost painful.

You were left in confusion though. Why has she brought you here?

You then notice the little headstone in a midst of (f/c) flowers by your feet. The slab was a simple marble, engraved with the words 'a beloved soul taken too soon' below your name. However, in a few moments, the words faded, leaving you even more befuddled.

"Francois' staying inside that little house," Tadhana softly mentions, as she gives you an encouraging smile. Knocked out of your stupor, the lonesome house once again became the focus of your attention. You barely understood the sentence, dazed in one to too many emotions, but you nodded anyway. Without even realizing it, tears started to sting your eyes. 'Stupid tears.'

"Is he really in there?" your voice exuded with both excitement and anxiety. You smiled with drenched cheeks, heart thumping at the thought of seeing him again. There was no response that came, and, at that, you turned to look for your little friend. She was nowhere to be seen.

It would've been rude, but then you remembered that she had other souls to take care of. You managed to let out a little chuckle under your breath and focused on the house.

Your thoughts were swimming. You were still battling with yourself.

Should you go in or not? Perhaps, in a "honey I'm home!" way or maybe a "surprise!" style. Would that be too much or?

"Mademoiselle, what brings you here?"

A voice queries behind you in that familiar flirtatious and soft gesture. 'Francis.' 

The both of you gasped when you turned to meet gazes, albeit his was more in shock and yours was in utter joy. "How can this be?!" he screeched in a baffled mixture of delight and terror. Whilst in an embrace, you laughed. "It's a very long story."

Francis decides to not question the miracle of your revival. "Come on!" he cheered, "Francois must see you this instant!"

The Frenchman was in a mood for endless ranting, as though he had been the babysitter who had to watch over the glum child that was Francois. "Just when I thought I've reached the very bottom of his petulance, there's an under layer of it!" he grated, "He's been absolutely awful!"

"Really?" You tried to feign concern, but a giggle still escapes your lips. Francis didn't seem to mind, though. He was too enthralled at the thought of his favourite couple reuniting.

"Francois! Francois!" He yells, obnoxiously pounding on the door. On the other side of the door, you heard faint noises of disdain until finally, the door opens to reveal your grumbling boyfriend. It seemed that he was too taken over by the stick up his ass that he didn't notice your presence behind his counterpart.

"Francis, you imbecile, I thought I told you not to come here?!"

The giddy Frenchman wasn't fazed. "I know," he grinned, "but I'd like to think this is a good reason, non?"

Francois, obviously at loss for words, merely gawked at you, as if he were trying to comprehend if this was all real. Being just as elated as Francis, you couldn't help but launch yourself into your lover's arms with a long-awaited kiss.

Arms instantly circle your waist and pull you close. Alas, the need for air interferes and you soon had to pull apart. "How?" Francois spoke with a sigh.