CAFÉS & ROSES (Posted on Quotev Hetalia reader insert France
May 1, 2016 21:20:48 GMT
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Post by Suzzanna on May 1, 2016 21:20:48 GMT
Username on Quotev: FlαkєSnσw This is my own story, I decided to post it here. Enjoy?
Y/N: Your name. H/C: Hair color
Y/N sighed as she walked along the famous streets of the "city of love" Paris, France. It was a rather simple day: couples laughing, fine weather, tourists touring, it was just normal. Sometimes the (H/C) woman just felt so simple and bland. Wishing there was more to life than this; possibly even wishing to be loved for just the way she was. This era always seemed to think if you're not skinny: your not pretty; you must be like this, you must be like that. Sometimes she wondered "Why?" or if she'll ever be "Good enough" for someone. It's not as though she dressed with extremely short shorts and a crop top. Unlike most of the population, she would feel extremely embarrassed if she ever had to wear something such as that.
As she continued on walking aimlessly, a slightly dull and lonely look in her eyes, she got lost in her thoughts. Unaware of her surroundings, she ran into something, or rather, someone. The impact of the bump caused her to stumble back a few steps. She looked up and saw a man: the man she bumped into. He had slightly long blonde hair that barely reached above his shoulders with some slight stubble upon his chin, along with a pair of matching baby blue eyes. Maybe this day wasn't so normal after all.
"Are jou all right, mon cherie?" The Frenchman questioned, before Y/N could make out an apology. The man's baby blue eyes were currently fixated on the (In his eyes) beautiful young woman that bumped into him.
She slightly fumbled with her words, confused by the question just after she had bumped into him, "Y-Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I'm very sorry I bumped into you, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and-" She stopped herself from rambling on, as light pink dusted her cheeks from embarrassment.
"Non, non. It is fine, do not worry, it is not everyday I run into someone as beau as jou," he winked flirtatiously as he held out a single red rose to her, "What iz your name, mon cherie?" She merely blinked in surprise, thinking perhaps this was a joke of some sort, considering she had seen him flirting with multiple women before: making them all swoon.
"Oh, well, thank you. My name is Y/N," she replied rather awkwardly, while taking the single red rose he had held out for her. He merely chuckled in amusement before leaning down and kissing the back of her hand.
"Y/N," he rolled her name off his tongue trying it out, "Your name is beau, just like you, mon cherie. I am Francis Bonnefoy." Expecting her to swoon, he stood corrected.
"Thank you, Francis, I am very sorry I bumped into you, but I really should be going." She replied, whilst confused as to why he was doing this at all. She turned around about to leave, before looking back at him.
"I'm sure those actual beautiful women, would appreciate it if you went to them instead," she said simply, a light pink dusting her cheeks. His eyebrows slightly creased in confusion, before turning his head around which revealed several beautiful and flirtatious women looking his way, obviously wanting his attention. As he turned back to Y/N he suddenly grabbed her hand and turned her around to stop her from leaving.
"Mon cherie, you are beautiful, do not doubt it." His grip on her hand loosened, letting her take her hand away from his. She dryly chuckled.
"No, I'm not. You just like seducing every single woman you see," she stated bluntly.
"It is not like that mon cherie, but if you insist, at least tell me when I can see you again." After he said this, she hesitated and bit her lip. Why she didn't automatically say that he couldn't, she didn't know. At her loss for words, he jumped at the chance.
"I know a magnifique café not far from here. Might you accompany me?"
"Okay, fine," she sighed knowing she would not be able to convince him otherwise. Little did she know, this would be the start of something... special. Maybe Francis would actually give up his flirtatious ways towards other women.. just for her.
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Y/N sighed wistfully, thinking back on the past. It had been years since that day: the day she met the love of her life. She stood up and dusted herself off, picking up the blue and white checkered blanket she was sitting on, and folding it. She looked out to the field seeing her little one looking at a dandelion with awe and wonder, eyes wide full of curiousness, whilst Francis was crouched down next to her, watching her blow on it, as its seeds fly away in the wind. The sight brought a smile to Y/N's lips, as Francis picked up their daughter and started walking back over to Y/N.
"Mama, Daddy, wy can't we say longer?" Their daughter questioned, not properly pronouncing some of the words. Her parents smiled softly as they looked at her.
"It's getting late, silly. We can't stay out here all day! But.. I promise you what, okay? As soon as we get home, we can get you some of your favorite ice cream! How does that sound, my little beauty," the mama replied looking at her little beauty of a daughter. The little one's face lit up as she looked over to her daddy for extra approval.
"Of course! As soon as we get home we can get you some ice cream just like your beautiful mama promised." Francis then gave his daughter an eskimo kiss, before they headed on their way back home. But, before they left.. Francis gave Y/N another single red rose, once more.