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"Mon ami! But you promised!" The Frenchman complained as he held your hand. You sighed and looked to your best friend, the personification of France. While you, were the personification of Fiji.
"I'm sorry France, but I have no control over the world meetings, ad you should be going too!" You sighed looking at him, which you immediately regretted. He had tears and his eyes and his hands were clapped together, as if he were praying. You blushed and felt your heart throb.
"France. I said not today." You choked and swallowed the lump in your throat, away. Both he and England, both made your heart throb. Both of them, didn't seem to realize you liked them, either that, or they just didn't care of your feelings.
"But-"
"France! We're late!!" You gasped and ran out the door, dragging him with you and to the meeting at England's beautiful home.
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"I'm so sorry for being late! It was Francis's fault!" You cried as Germany glared at you, readying himself to scold you.
"Das ist not a good reason to be late!" He growled, mixing his German and English. You nodded sheepishly and took your seat next to England, and France.
"L'amour, that's cruel of you! You sold me out so quickly!" France whined. You rolled your eyes and smiled as England slid you a freshly poured cup of tea.
"Thank you England~" you hummed and stirred in some milk and sugar, sighing happily. As you listened to everyone begin to yell and argue, acting like children. As soon as France said something nasty about England, England jumped into the argument. You just sighed and listened.
"Well at least I can cook well!" France laughed and England gritted his teeth, not daring to show any tears, which you knew we're on the verge of spilling.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, EVERYONE." You yelled and the room quieted down. Everyone but France and England sat down and you got and grabbed them both by their elbows and walked out of the room, with not even a single protest from Germany. You walked into the breakfast area and You pushed France onto the couch and glared for a split second.
"Stay here, I'm gonna talk with England." You walked out of the room with England and leaving France confused and slightly annoyed.
"You ok Arthur?" You asked, hugging him, knowing just how sensitive he was to his cooking. He looked at you with tears now slipping out of his eyes.
"L-Love you shouldn't be seeing me like this..." He whimpered and you smiled and hugged him again.
"Fine, then I won't look, just cry." You said and he immediately sobbed into your shoulder as you rubbed his back gently. You saw how his shoulders shook so greatly that it made you almost want to cry at seeing this. The strong, tsundere England you knew, was so misunderstood....
Soon, he stopped crying and whipped away the tears quickly. He looked at your now drenched shoulder.
"I'm sorry love! I drenched your shirt.." You laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Don't worry, go calm down. I need to speak with France." He nodded, blushing from the kiss. He rushed off to the second meeting room.
Now to deal with France...
You walked into the room to see the Frenchman sitting on the couch and drinking wine. You frowned deeply and resisted the urge to just go over there and choke him.
"Francis! How could you say that to him!? You know how he is about that!" You snapped and he jumped slightly at hearing your voice.
"A-ah... Well... Just in zhe heat of zhe moment, non?" He laughed nervously and you continued to frown. He seemed to shrink back slightly and this made you smirk just a bit. Just a bit.
"Well, I hope your happy, you've gone and made him cry! Are you just that heartless?!" You snapped and he looked down in shame. But, it was kind of a surprise when he grabbed you and pinned you to the couch. He looked down at you with a determination.
"Well, tell me. Do you like Arthur, or me better? I need to know, now." You forgot all about the lecture and your really thought about that.
"I-I...." Your eyes welled with tears at just the thought of choosing. Should you call for England or answer? But you noticed he was getting closer.
So what is it? Call for England to save you, or answer France?
"I'm sorry France, but I have no control over the world meetings, ad you should be going too!" You sighed looking at him, which you immediately regretted. He had tears and his eyes and his hands were clapped together, as if he were praying. You blushed and felt your heart throb.
"France. I said not today." You choked and swallowed the lump in your throat, away. Both he and England, both made your heart throb. Both of them, didn't seem to realize you liked them, either that, or they just didn't care of your feelings.
"But-"
"France! We're late!!" You gasped and ran out the door, dragging him with you and to the meeting at England's beautiful home.
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"I'm so sorry for being late! It was Francis's fault!" You cried as Germany glared at you, readying himself to scold you.
"Das ist not a good reason to be late!" He growled, mixing his German and English. You nodded sheepishly and took your seat next to England, and France.
"L'amour, that's cruel of you! You sold me out so quickly!" France whined. You rolled your eyes and smiled as England slid you a freshly poured cup of tea.
"Thank you England~" you hummed and stirred in some milk and sugar, sighing happily. As you listened to everyone begin to yell and argue, acting like children. As soon as France said something nasty about England, England jumped into the argument. You just sighed and listened.
"Well at least I can cook well!" France laughed and England gritted his teeth, not daring to show any tears, which you knew we're on the verge of spilling.
"SHUT THE HELL UP, EVERYONE." You yelled and the room quieted down. Everyone but France and England sat down and you got and grabbed them both by their elbows and walked out of the room, with not even a single protest from Germany. You walked into the breakfast area and You pushed France onto the couch and glared for a split second.
"Stay here, I'm gonna talk with England." You walked out of the room with England and leaving France confused and slightly annoyed.
"You ok Arthur?" You asked, hugging him, knowing just how sensitive he was to his cooking. He looked at you with tears now slipping out of his eyes.
"L-Love you shouldn't be seeing me like this..." He whimpered and you smiled and hugged him again.
"Fine, then I won't look, just cry." You said and he immediately sobbed into your shoulder as you rubbed his back gently. You saw how his shoulders shook so greatly that it made you almost want to cry at seeing this. The strong, tsundere England you knew, was so misunderstood....
Soon, he stopped crying and whipped away the tears quickly. He looked at your now drenched shoulder.
"I'm sorry love! I drenched your shirt.." You laughed and kissed his cheek.
"Don't worry, go calm down. I need to speak with France." He nodded, blushing from the kiss. He rushed off to the second meeting room.
Now to deal with France...
You walked into the room to see the Frenchman sitting on the couch and drinking wine. You frowned deeply and resisted the urge to just go over there and choke him.
"Francis! How could you say that to him!? You know how he is about that!" You snapped and he jumped slightly at hearing your voice.
"A-ah... Well... Just in zhe heat of zhe moment, non?" He laughed nervously and you continued to frown. He seemed to shrink back slightly and this made you smirk just a bit. Just a bit.
"Well, I hope your happy, you've gone and made him cry! Are you just that heartless?!" You snapped and he looked down in shame. But, it was kind of a surprise when he grabbed you and pinned you to the couch. He looked down at you with a determination.
"Well, tell me. Do you like Arthur, or me better? I need to know, now." You forgot all about the lecture and your really thought about that.
"I-I...." Your eyes welled with tears at just the thought of choosing. Should you call for England or answer? But you noticed he was getting closer.
So what is it? Call for England to save you, or answer France?
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EnglandxReaderxFrance Accents
You sighed as you sat in your chair at the table as the world conference came to an end, though as usual....nothing got done.
You were the country of (c/n) or (f/n) (l/n), you had (h/l) (h/c) and had recently obtained your independence from (c/o/c) though it was hard on them, you two were still close and helped each other when needed, so you were a fairly new country but you were very smart and as a result your country was prospering.
As you as well as everyone else got up to exit, you shook your head a bit. Honesty you wondered why these meeting took place, they never really got anything done. To you it seemed like nothing more than a time
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FranceXReaderXEngland-Chasing Pavements
You look down at the note that was crumpled tightly in your hands.It was a letter that you had written for your friend Francis.You had been friends for as long as you could remember and over the years,you had actually started to develop feeling for him.
But you would never tell him.Mostly because Francis had always had girls following him around like a fangirl parade and you were rarely alone with him now.Also,Francis did have a reputation for being a womanizer.He had a different girlfriend every other week and they never lasted.
The thought of that happening to you scared you a little.You didn't want a false relationship with France IF he
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France X Sick! Reader - I'll Be There For You
Alright, let's see what I can do~. Hopefully I'll do good.
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France X Sick!Reader - I'll Be There For You
You lay in your bed, stomach pains and a constant nauseated feeling. You've already puked twice today and you feel like you don't want to anymore. You sigh and hear a knock at the door. You got up and your head pounded, causing you to hold a hand to it. You walk to the door and open it to reveal your flirty, best friend Francis or better known as the personification of France.
"'Ello (Y/N)! 'Ow are you doing?" Francis asked with the accent that you found pretty cute. Okay you admit, you have a giant slight crush on the Frenchie. "
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