Hetaloid!France x Reader

You open the box, and gasp at what’s inside.

It was a France Hetaloid.

you thank your parents a bunch before going back to your regularly scheduled progra- i mean party.

once the party comes to an end, your friends start to get a little jumpy about the hetaloid.

“I heard that this hetaloid likes to flirt a lot.” you hear (friend #1) say

“It’d be a miracle if ____ doesn’t go head over heels for him.” (friend #3) says, snickering a little.

You lower your head in embarrassment. Why were they saying this? especially on your birthday.

As they leave you rush over to the box, re-reading the instructions on how to activate him.

“he’ll like it if you welcome him in french.” you mumble to yourself. “French class, don’t fail me now.” You then walk up to hetaloid.

you cleared your throat. “Bienvenue hetaloid, à mon domicile[1]” you said shyly, backing away as you saw his eyes flutter open.

“Bonjour, nouveau maître[2].” He said. you gave him a blank look.  

He chuckled. “Semblez que nous devons travailler à votre Français[3].” he said with a tiny smirk.

You gave him a confused look. All you caught was “work on your french.” the rest of it you didn’t know. You shook your head from the thoughts and held out your hand.

“My name is, ____. ____ _____.” you said.

he grabbed your hand and shook.

“my name is Francis Bonnefoy.” he said kissing the back of your hand, which causes you cheeks to go a light pink.

“it’s nice to meet you, Francis.” you say.

maybe your friends were right.

~*Le Timeskip*~

Two months. Two months was all it took for you to have feelings for this Frenchie.

The only thing you didn’t like is that you would get jealous of every girl he flirts with, even if it is a habit of his.

You look at the hetaloid sitting on the opposite side of the room as you.  He looked like he was mentally preparing himself for something. You just go back to the book you were reading.

“______,” He says. You look up from the book.

“Hmm?” You hummed.

“There’s something i need to...” He drifted off.

“Need to what?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

He chuckled nervously. “I need to go do something.” He said quickly before dashing up to his room.

That cursed room. He would bring at least one girl back to this home when he was drunk. It got you agitated just thinking about how many sheets and blankets you had to wash. How did they make them so realistic!?

But he was drunk, and most times doesn’t remember any of it. But when he does, for some reason, he sulks for the rest of the next day and the day after. Sometimes he doesn’t even eat.

Anyway, you go up after him and knock on his door..

“Francis?” you called. “is everything ok?” you asked.

Silence.

“Can I come in?” you ask.

“Non! Not yet!” he blurted.

“Why not?” you said.

“Je ne suis pas encore prêt[4]” he stated.

you just stare at his door with a confused look. He tried teaching you some but being a complete air-head, you couldn’t quite catch on.

You sigh. “come on, Francis, you know I speak don't French.” you pouted

You hear him take a deep breath, and then sigh it all out.

“ok, now I’m ready.” he mumbled to himself.

He opened the door with one hand behind his back, he was also staring straight into your eyes. You noticed something in there, love and fear.

You couldn't melt into his blue orbs.

“what’s behind your back?” you ask childishly, and playfully.

his cheeks went a deep shade of red, and he slowly, and hesitantly pulled his hand from behind him.

it was a velvet box.

You were now blushing as well, maybe, just maybe, a bit harder than he was at the moment. You gingerly take the box from his soft palm, and slowly open it.

It was a silver charm necklace, with a heart charm already on it, to start of your collection of charms. You look up at Francis who was now looking down to hide his blush, but he was failing miserably.

“This.... This is beautiful.” You finally gasp out, cheerful tears filling the corners of your eyes.

He looked up and smiled a soft, small, and true smile at you. and came towards you.

“C-Can you help me put it on?” you ask in soft, shy, whisper voice.

He chuckled and put it on, and then turning you around to face him. He then caressed your cheek, you lean your head into his warm hand. You smile.

“Thank you, it truly is beautiful.” you said.

“Not as beautiful as you, mon amour.” he said brushing a stray tear from your face.

You chuckled at his cheesy line, you slowly inched closer to his face till you millimeters from his face. he then placed his lips onto yours.

the kiss started off sweet, but got more passionate as time passed But then you both pulled away for air. looking into each other’s eyes. You noticed his eyes were starting to cloud with lust.

“Je t'aime, ____.”  he whispered into your ear, sending chills to run down your spine.

“I love you too.” You said.

Oh, how you loved the night that came after the moment.