FrancexReader Baby Fever by forevergotenandbra, literature
Literature
FrancexReader Baby Fever
FrancexReader
Baby Fever
Francis had never quite felt this way before. His slender fingers tightened around one of the many poles on the subway as his eyes bored into emerald ones. The girl captivated him so greatly, using only her eyes and her beautiful smile to lure him in. Her short curly brown locks sang him a siren song, begging for him to touch them. He lifted his resting hand to chance a wave at the beautiful girl. He was immediately rewarded with her small gurgles and baby fists flying back at him. The precious baby began to giggle at him as he made silly faces at her, bringing smiles to the faces on everyone on the subwa
As your hand skimmed across many objects, your fingers immediately grasped onto a silky feeling of a thin layered piece, before tugging the unknown item out of the black bag.
A piece of ripped cloth remain in your clasped hand, then gently unclasped it to see a navy blue texture, and with three weird -looking material on it, like two curls on each side while in the middle a pointy triangle which are all wrapped in a band.
'Weird' You thought to yourself.
"Oh no, not him." The British guy mumbled out to himself.
"What? Not who? Is that person mean?" You started to shake.
"What? No, no, they are not mean, exactly, you've got an idiot frog." He
Charlotte (France x Reader) by Mirror-of-Roses, literature
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Charlotte (France x Reader)
The sun shone straight through the blinds and warmed your sleeping face. Subconsciously sensing the golden daylight, you woke up, sitting up and blearily blinking yourself to alertness. A loud yawn escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles. You scanned the bedroom, brows furrowed.
Chocolate. The air smelled like rich, delicious chocolate.
You sprung out of bed and went down the stairs so quickly, you may as well have floated. All the while, you tracked the appetizing aroma like a bloodhound. When you found yourself in the kitchen, you saw Francis standing by the fridge.
He, to your surprise, wore a frilly pink apron.
Stepping closer
To put your life in one word: Abstruse.
This is because of your known condition, known as Asperger's.
But to other people was a 'disease' this is because of how it slowly changes your effects without any help.
Your parents took the effects in and resulted in help, as they found out the answer of what you had.
But there was a slight problem: it is very expensive.
And because of this, your parents got more stress just to get enough money for you.
You do often try to help but, due to your situation in understanding, you wouldn't, technically, grasp in the words properly and end up getting screamed at.
And from this, you often dash around the ho
A cigarette packet - 2P France by Ellz12, literature
Literature
A cigarette packet - 2P France
Contains some minor language.
With a tightened grip of yours from searching around and choosing one object, you pulled it out from the bag and out for everyone to see.
A cigarette packet that was in your tiny clutch.
A packet that was full of cigarette sticks.
The British male in front of you stood there gobsmacked, he kindly took the object from your hands.
"I don't know anyone who smokes using these." He mostly mumbled to himself.
"Francios gets her!" A cheery voice interjected out of nowhere.
"FRANCIOS???!!!!" Most people exclaimed to where the bubbly voice called out.
By the entrance stood two men. The
Papa!France x Territory!Reader Papaoutai by Ellz12, literature
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Papa!France x Territory!Reader Papaoutai
I referred to the song Papaoutai.
That's why it is spelt like that.
Listen to the song if you want to.
You were a territory marked by the French, how that established over a hundred years that came was no laughing matter to most.
The person known to be France himself had never heard of you.
The one weird thing is that every country knew you but the problem was that you were part of France so you to have to stronger and wiser in order to leave, like around you brother America, or Canada?
So you built yourself up with those promising words.
You'll get your own back.
"Big brother?" You replied to your one most truthful person: Canada, himself.
France x Siren!Reader Loreley by Ellz12, literature
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France x Siren!Reader Loreley
Merrily we sailed along
Though the waves were plenty strong
Down the twisting river Rhine
Following a song...
The ocean bared adrift, to what Sir Francis suggest: a perfect set forth.
Maybe to many: he was the main lover of seas. To others: maybe an idiot.
But he pushes that aside to set ahead.
"Captain, a ztorm iz predicted to be at one o'clock." Saluting as the commander stood by his side.
"Oui, anyz'ing elze?" Not bothered to look.
"Our navigator zaid to be an island up cloze."
"Zail z'e flagz to z'e island." He pointed a diagonal angle for his crew.
"Aye, Captain." Getting back to work.
Truth be told, Sir Francis never search for fi
Welcome to College {Hetalia x Reader} Chapter 11 by JessicaC924, literature
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Welcome to College {Hetalia x Reader} Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Love At First Sight
France x Reader
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The sound of something slamming against a table startled (F/N) out of her thoughts. She looked over at Professor Willow, eyes wide and heart beating quickly.
Professor Willow smiled. “Now that I have all of your attentions… I’ll be introducing the project I’ve been talking about vaguely the past few weeks.” Ignoring the groans heard throughout the room, she began to pass out pieces of paper.
Arthur, who sat in front of (F/N), turned around in his seat and handed a few books over to her. “Thanks,” she answered, taking one and passing the re
Once and Always: France x Reader by A-girl-of-few-words, literature
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Once and Always: France x Reader
It was one of those nights were I simply wanted to forget about everything. Life wasn’t going according to my plans and damn, it was awful. Everything was out of control so I decided to go out, to give my mind a rest and maybe try again later. Who would have known that you were going to come to me that night at the bar and you’d ask me: “How are you?” and I’d reply.
“A beautiful lady like you shouldn’t cry…” You whispered and you gently wiped away my tears with a handkerchief that let out a scent of roses stronger than my old perfume. The scent prevailed in my face afterwards, when you in