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FranceXReader Rose in a Bottle"Oui, mademoiselle, I am ________'s cousin. I have somezing zat needs to get to her right away! It is her protein mixture."

You boyfriend, Francis Bonnefois, was trying to convince the office lady at your school to give you a thermos. And you weren't really his cousin; he just needed to seem like family because your school was a bit stingy towards who they trusted. However, she wasn't budging. He had tried flattery, puppy dog eyes, and teary eyes.

Zis woman is made of stone!

"Honey," She turned to him with a frown, "I can't get that to her because it's in a bottle other than a water bottle." She waved one manicured hand, shooing him.

Fra

FrancexReader: Five Years

"I love you mommy," said your little boy with blonde hair.
Smiling you patted his head. "I love you too baby." It had been almost five year since his father had broken up with you.

~Flashback~

You were nearly bouncing in your seat. Today you had just found out that you were pregnant. It really didn't matter that you were eighteen, it didn't matter that you weren't married, what mattered was that you and the love of your life were going to have a baby together.
"Francis over here!" you waved down your boyfriend. He smiled and ran over to the café outdoor table. "Francis," you said taking his hand in yours, "I have some news."
"So do

Francexreader : 1000 red roses:This is my second Story! hope you enjoy!

"H-how could you do that to me!" You cried
"Mon am-,"
"No Francis I don't want to hear it!"
"No more excuses, no more Lies, nothing!!!" You sobbed and just as you were about to leave out the door he grabbed your hand.

"__-_____," he said in a hurtful voice.

"Don't say my name ever again! I don't want to see you ever again!" You shook of his hand and left him there and that day.

And now you were just sitting on a bench in a park, it was your favourite.

Roses eh..? You thought to yourself still equally as hurt as you were before.

You couldn't help stop the tear that rolled down your cheek.

" W

Francy Pants~{France x Reader} [Name] was walking home after a long night of partying with her friends, and no she wasn't drunk she was sober. She had a few glasses of wine but that wasn't the point, she was walking home from Alfreds party he threw. But just as she was about to call a cab she saw a distant figure who was stumbling around and almost falling onto the road.
"Awh zey left moi again....oh *hic* how am I going to get home zis time?", the figure mumbled leaning against the pole
"Francy pants is that you?", [Name] went over to check on the figure, thinking it was one of her friends
"ohh~ [Name] is zat you oh how nice~ honhonhon", he hugged her around the waste and snuggled into her
"Y-yeah its me...you're drunk aren't you?", she asked blushing slightly
"Oui~ but zats *hic* okay right?", he asked snuggling into your side
"....a-al-alright come on you can home with me", She said pulling Francis up and pulling him along
"merci mon amour", he whispered in her ear and stubbled
"Alright, now c

FrancexReader - The Union Jack ShirtOf all zhe things _______ 'as to by it 'as to be l'angleterre's flag. He thought heatedly, Que les moutons stupides noir. Je suis beaucoup plus beau que lui.--mon Dieu!

"Francis... Um, are you alright? You came swooping into the room, caught sight of that shirt and you've just stood there...It's starting to get slightly unnerving..."

You heard a sharp exhale of air, him shooting you his trademark "I'm-still-incredibly-gorgeous-even-when-I-glare" look (named by himself, naturally) across the kitchen. He drew his attention back to the offending article of clothing, currently folded on top of your kitchen counter.

Sighing, you decided it wa

France x Reader: Because I am French France x Reader
Because I am French

"I'm sorry this is so sudden, but I really don't love you."

The words pierced his heart like a daggers. Francis dropped the small cube holding the shining jewel that would trap his girl in lifetime matrimony. However, this girl didn't respond for what he felt. Francis chuckled, not believing his girl. She had always been a tease.

"That's funny Raquel…" He smiled, "So, what is your answer ma'cheri?"

"No." She responded, "It should be pretty clear. I don't love you."

"But! We have been together for three years! How can you not feel the same way I do?!"

"I'm sorry." She applied some lip gloss, "I was

You Are What You Eat - Prussia (x) Reader

You pushed open the door to Germany's house. “Guten Tag, bros!” You greeted, slamming the door behind you. You were immediately forced into a hug by Italy. “Ciao, bella!” He smiled.
“Hey, Pasta.”
Italy pulled out of the hug and looked at you curiously. “Pasta? Where?”
You laughed. “I meant, you, Italy.”
“Why you call me pasta?”
“Because, as they say, you are what you eat.” You answered.
“Oh, well that makes sense. I LOVE pasta! In fact...” Italy skipped off into the kitchen at the same time Prussia was coming out.
“So you are what you eat, hu

Over and Over FranceXReader
The Frenchman gingerly touched the red bruise blossoming on his cheek, looking at you with shocked blue eyes. You opened your mouth to scream, but shut it just as quickly, shaking your head in disappointment; there was nothing to say to him that you haven't said already. Turning on your heel, you ran out the door, slamming it harshly behind you. The blond Frenchman didn't miss the pain in your eyes nor the tears that ran down your cheeks as you ran away, making his regret worse.
He glanced at the woman next to him, the bimbo he'd cheated on _____ with. That bitch had nothing on you, and he wasn't going to let her tear the two of you apart. Pushing her away, Francis Bonnefoy leapt off his luxurious leather couch and threw the door open, dashing after you, a determined look gracing his handsome face. He loved you more than life itself and he refused to lose you over something like this.
Skidding to a halt, his passionate blue eyes scanned the area until he found your r

Spain x Reader ~A Surprise Ingredient~~A Surprise Ingredient~

That single moment was bliss at its finest. Nothing so juicy, so moist, and so rich in flavor had ever tingled your taste buds quite like this. The dark color was a bonus, too. The texture was flawless: smooth and refined. The desire-factor: insatiable. After your first taste, you licked your lips and dug into another bite hoping to satisfy the ravenous appetite that awoke inside of your belly hungry for more.

"Is it good, __________?" the devilishly handsome Spaniard who made your devil's food cake asked you in a husky voice.

"Mm-hmm," you smiled and let your newest piece slide slowly off your fork and into your mo

Girlfriend (France X Reader)~If I was your girl….friend I would let you touch everything that I am~

At least that's what he read about (name).
France looked at the (h/c) girl walking in the (color that looks good on you) dress walking down the street. Her (h/l) hair blowing softly along with her dress, he looked at her freshly shaven (skin toned) legs and chuckled. He had to have her. So he walked up to her inerupting her happy stroll.

"Bonjour madame." He purred in a thick French accent. The girl smiled.

"Bonjour." She responded politely to the best of her ability. He grabbed her hand and kissed it softly making her blush.

"May I say that (color th

FrancexReader-RainYou splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?

Y

Prussia x LongHair!Reader - Sick DayOriginal title is original. Not. Sorry Reader-tan, you need to have long hair for this one! Human names used. Gilbert might seem a little OOC, but I do believe he has a sweet side :) I didn't bother writing the accents, 'cause I suck at that. :P Enjoy!

You had no idea how you were such close friends with Gilbert Bielschmidt, easily the most popular, eligible bachelor at your large high school. Most of the time he would hang with a group of the guys from his (whatever sport you want) team, but sometimes he would go out of his way to sit with you and your friends. You had no idea why he did this, but you didn't mind so you just went with it.

FranceXReader- Snails.

Snails.

FranceXReader

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"Ah, Mon cher, you are awake."

"Good morning Francis." you said sleepily. You walked towards your husband and gave him a kiss on his lips quickly.

Before he took advantage of it.

"Hm. Are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly done, Mon amour~" He smiled at you and chuckled when he saw your happy face at the mention of food.

Ah the benefits of marrying a chef.

"That would be lovely Francis~" you responded with a happy sigh. You did love his cooking- and him of course, no matter how much... Francis he was.

"Hm, could you please get the mail from outside, sil vous plait? He asked with a gentle smile as he stirred wha

Pervert- FrancexReader"Hey, ______." your sister Jasmine called.

"Yeah?" you replied, playing with your iPod and only half playing attention.

"Do you have these balls on the bottom of your feet?"

At the word "balls", your sister momentarily gained your full attention.

"What?!" you asked incredulously.

"These balls, on the bottom of your feet." she said, lifting her foot up to show you.

"I don't wanna look at your balls!" you yelled.

Jasmine sighed."Why do you always have to make stuff so dirty?! You're just like Francis!"

You blushed at the mention of the Frenchman. "It's Françis," you corrected. "And no I'm not!"

"Girl, yes you are! You're always acti

France X Reader- School DazeIt's 6th period; health class.
Health class never bothered me before, but ever since the new teacher, Mr.Bonnefoy, came to the school, I found his class very awkward. There's just something about him thats, well, strange...
My friend Julianne and I where chating away during the free time before class started. When Mr.Bonnefoy came up to the front holding a rubber, the whole calls went silent, preparing themselves for today's lesson.
"Today class, we'll be learning about practicing safe sex."
The class groaned, but he silenced them, and began the lesson.
Becoming bored, I passed notes with Julianne.
Truth is, I alway though Mr.Bonnefoy was kind of cute, he had a handsome face and a heart melting French accent. Juli, of course, though I was a complete "weirdo" for liking a teacher, but who cares.
I foolishly wrote down my thoughts and feeling. And before I knew it, Mr.Bonnefoy grabbed the paper from my hands.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, writing notes in class now are we?

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by ~ElvenFighter007, Nov 4, 2012, 10:04:53 AM
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You opened your mailbox and pulled out all of your mail before walking back into your house. You set the mail on the counter and started to go through it.
"Junk, bills, junk" you mumbled to yourself, sorting the mail into piles. Two of the envelopes caught your attention. One was from Francis Bonnefoy, your boyfriend. The other had no return address. You suspected it was from someone in the neighborhood. You opened the letter from Francis and unfolded the letter. It was so like him to send you a letter instead of an email.
Dear ________,
I haven't told you something in a long time. the letter began. You could practically hear Francis reading the letter out loud to you.
I haven't told you that you're my world. That you're all I really care about. I love you ________. More than anything.
All my love and affection,
Francis
So sweet! You were smiling by now and hadn't realized it. You quickly wiped the smile off you face and opened the other envelope. You pulled out a letter and a few other things fell out of the envelope. You read the letter first.
You have a right to see this. It was unsigned.
You were puzzled as you picked up the things that fell out of the envelope- photographs. You turned them over and your eyes widened. All four of them had Francis. In each one he was kissing someone and had his hands all over them. That person wasn't you. The date printed on the photographs was yesterday. The postmark on the letter from him was the day before yesterday. You grabbed your keys and got into your car. Driving ten miles above the speed limit, you got to his house. His car was in his driveway. Good. You stabbed your key to his house into his lock and jerked the handle to the right and shoved opened the door.
"YOU LYING, CHEATING BASTARD! YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" You screamed into the house. Francis came running out of the kitchen, looking puzzled.
"Mon amour?"
"Don't call me your love" you snapped at him, disgusted.
"What are you so upset about?" He asked you, as if he didn't know!
"I know what you were doing yesterday." You informed him, watching his expression. His eyebrows drew father together.
"You know I was out with Gilbert and Antonio and we were terrorizing Arthur?" he asked you, trying to confirm that you were talking about what he did yesterday. Now you were confused, but you didn't show it.
"Liar" you hissed at him and left. You got back in your car and drove home. Francis followed you all the way. You almost broke your car door when you pushed it open and leaped out. Francis vaulted over the door if his convertible and ran after you.
"_______!! Wait! _______!" He called as you struggled to fit the key into the lock. Your hand was shaking. You finally succeeded and almost fell as you entered your house. You slammed the door shut in Francis' face. You heard another car drive up. Curious, you peeked out an upstairs window. It was Gilbert and Antonio. They both came out of the car and approached Francis.
"Kesesesese. When you veren't at your house, ve figured you vere here!" Gilbert said loud enough to wake the dead. You rolled your eyes.
"I need some 'elp" Francis said quietly.
"What's wrong?" Antonio asked, no longer smiling.
"________ seems to think I cheated on 'er. She thinks I was with some other girl yesterday."
"But you were with us yesterday!" Antonio exclaimed.
"I know that. You know that. Gilbert knows that. _______ knows that, but doesn't believe it."
Antonio walked up to your door and started pounding on it.
"_______. Open this door"
"STOP POUNDING ON MY DAMN DOOR!" You shouted down. You didn't go down to open the door.
"Francis, I zought you had a key." Gilbert pointed out.
"I lost it" Francis said mournfully. You almost laughed. Then there was a very loud crash.
"we're in!" Antonio shouted happily. You rushed down the stairs to find your door ripped off its hinges.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" You shrieked. Gilbert grabbed your hands and restrained you while you struggled to get away so you could punch Antonio and then Francis. Antonio walked into your kitchen. You followed reluctantly as Gilbert pushed you along. Antonio found the letter and then the photos.
"Look" Antonio said as he held out the photos and the letter to Francis. Francis looked at them and a purple aura sparked up around him.
"______, meet Joan. I dated 'er. In fact, I was going to marry 'er, and then I met you. The date stamp on these is wrong. The 'andwriting on the letter is Arthur's. I'm going to kill him"
Gilbert released you and you flew to Francis and embraced him.
"I'm so sorry for doubting you" you whispered.
"Je t'aime" he whispered back.
-------extended ending---------
"Arthur! Arthur! Oh my God, I'm so sorry Arthur!" You wailed as you burst into his house the next day.
"Why, what's happened _______?"
"Flying mint bunny got- got-" you started to say, but you were making this terrible choking sound as you cried. You had always been a good actor.
"What happened?" Arthur almost yelled at you, frantic now.
"He got, oh my God, I'm so sorry Arthur. He got run over!"
Arthur ran out the door and Francis dumped a bucket of water on him.
"That's for screwing around with my relationship." Gilbert dumped another bucket of water on him. You and Francis looked at him.
"That's because you can't cook." Gilbert told him. Everyone but Arthur burst out laughing,