HetaliaxReader: Finding the Truth France's ending by Mad-Mocha, literature
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HetaliaxReader: Finding the Truth France's ending
“…France.” You smiled thinking of the romantic Frenchman. He was always giving you roses and flirting with you but you thought he just did that with all the girls. You wondered if he has had this feeling for you as long as you had for him. You wanted to find out.
You found him in the dining hall which all the tables were put up and he was going through a box of stuff. You were looking at him as he looked up seeing you.
“Bonjour, Greenland.” He smiled as you froze.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” You put your hands up in front of you. “I can come back in a little bit.”
(Baby daddy) France X Reader: Your precious baby. by AWriterOfEverything, literature
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(Baby daddy) France X Reader: Your precious baby.
Francis was so happy with his baby in his arms. He leaned back in the rocking chair with his little bébé in his arms. His finger trailed across the little infants face as she, or otherwise know as Amiee, let out a giggle. Francis rocked back and forth in the rocking chair.
( bébé : Baby)
Amiee was Francis and (Your name)'s child. She was beautiful; she had Francis' face and had Francis' dazzling eyes, but Aimee had your beautiful (Hair color) hair which Francis loves. Francis loved everything about his baby, his gift.
Aimee wasn't very old, 10 months, but Francis could already tell so much about her. Mostly
Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Eve by NeoWingClassic, literature
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Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Eve
Françoise smiled to herself as she watched her daughter stumble into the parlour on her wobbly legs, snuggling the cat close to her with a sleepy look on her face.
"Mama" The drowsy five year old spoke quietly. "Can we wait up for Père Noël tonight?" Françoise chuckled lightly as the girl watched her with a gleam in her bright (e/c) eyes.
"No, no, bien adoré, if we stay up Père Noël won't bring your gifts. You want your gifts don't you?" (Name) nodded and her mother lifted her into her arms. "Now lets get you off to bed." The young girl nuzzled her white long haired cat and leaned into her mother. Françoise rounded the corner to (Name)'s ro
Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day by NeoWingClassic, literature
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Mama!Fem!France x Child!Reader: Christmas Day
"Mère, Wake up! Père Noël visited last night!" Françoise was pulled from her sleep by a sudden pressure on her lower back.
"Mon Dieu, (Name)! I'm up! I'm up!" The five year old giggled as her mother lifted off of the bed and set her down.
"Are we going to open gifts now, maman?" (Name) asked excitedly as she scooped up the fluffy white cat in her arms.
"(Name), it's still very early and Matthieu hasn't even woken up yet. We can't let your frérot miss out on his very first Noël." The little girl gave a sigh and pouted slightly.
"No, I guess not." Her (h/c) hair bouncing behind her as she skipped over to the couch, causing Fran
Papa France x Baby Reader (part 1) by crazzzychic, literature
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Papa France x Baby Reader (part 1)
France sighed to himself as he walked slowly to the world meeting. He knew he was going to be late to the world meeting, but he didn't care. If it was left up to him he wouldn't even be going to this stupid meeting in the First place since it was to be held in the one place he couldn't stand: England. But alas, France's boss was making him attend today so he walked on slowly, the less time he had to deal with England the better.
France finally saw the meeting hall and was about to walk in when something caught his attention. The faint sound of a child crying. France thought he was going crazy at first, in fact he was sure he was since it was
2P France Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1) by LunaTheNinjaKitty, literature
Literature
2P France Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1)
2P France Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1) Francois Bonnefoy
You being excited was an understatement, ever since you purchased your Hetaloid you were trying to go all out with giving him your best first impression. You spent a whole week making your home nice and homey, teaching yourself some French recipes, and you even made most of your neighbors your friends at the same time. One day while putting some lemon soufflés with raspberry compote in the over doorbell rang “Coming! Just give me second!” You closed the oven, set the timer and left quickly to open the door. “May I help you?” “Yes, are you miss (f/n) (l
The Wino And I Know (2p!FranceXReader) by moriartyssniper, literature
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The Wino And I Know (2p!FranceXReader)
You shuffled into the run-down bar, a well-loved spot known only to New Orleans locals. Your guitar case felt heavier than normal as you placed it on the ground and slid onto your bar stool. Francis glanced up from his glass of wine and grunted a greeting, and you smiled in return, dropping a handful of quarters on the counter and attempted to scrounge together enough money for a drink. Being a street performer was tough most days. You shoved your hand into your pocket and withdrew a crumpled, stained piece of lined paper and scribbled down a few more lines.
“What have you got there?” Francis asked, more out of politeness rather