Hetalia
"Whatever It Is"
FrancexReader

She's got eyes that cut you like a knife
And lips that taste like sweet red wine
And her pretty legs go to heaven every time


Tonight, your boyfriend had invited you out to dinner. I mean, yeah, you did eat dinner with him every night because you two lived together, but tonight, he invited you out for dinner. He even offered to pay, and so you gladly accepted his invite.

You were getting ready now, and you couldn't seem to find the right outfit!

"Chéri?"

You quickly turned around to find your boyfriend standing there, dressed up and ready to leave. "Francis, I can't find anything to wear!"

You had been with Francis for about a year now. He was probably one of the best boyfriends you'd ever had, and you were surprised of that.
When you were first asked out by Francis Bonnefoy, probably the most beautiful, charming man you'd ever met in your whole life, you didn't know what to say. He gave you a day to think on it, which is what you did. Everyone had told you not to date him, not to go near him, not to even think about him or speak of him, because he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Many girls he had dated before had been let down after one night with him.

You took what people said, and rejected Francis the first time. He understood why, and walked away.

Not even a week later, he was popping up again in your life, asking for a second chance, promising to the heavens above he wouldn't treat you the same.

It took you awhile before you finally gave into him, and told him, and you quote 'I suppose we can try...'. He was overjoyed, and that's not even exaggerating. He spent every day with you for the next month, and everyone was so surprised at the fact that he hadn't dumped you. You were surprised yourself, and were coming to actually fall in love with him.

"(Name), you could wear sweats and look beautiful," He spoke sweetly, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.

"R-really?" You whispered.

He looked into your shining (e/c) eyes, and then kissed your forehead. "Really, my sweet. You have such low self esteem for somebody your age."

"All girls do, Francis. But not all of them have you to cheer them up."

He gave you a large, but adorable smile.

You didn't know it, but Francis was madly in love with you. From the first day you two met, he thought you were the most beautiful thing that had ever stepped into his life. From your beautiful (h/c) hair to your cute, but perfect in his mind, toes. He stepped back from you, and looked down your body. You were wearing sweats after all, but no shirt, as you couldn't find anything good to wear.


She got a gentle way that puts me at ease
When she walks in a room I can hardly breathe
Got a devastating smile knock a grown man to his knees


France was now sitting on the bed in the room you two shared. Twisting his shoulder length blonde hair in circles around his finger, he waited for you to come out of the bathroom. He wasn't getting what the fuss was about, you were beautiful no matter what. He didn't care if you dressed up or not, because his opinion of you wouldn't change.

He gasped when you walked out of the bathroom. Two pieces of your hair curled to your shoulders, and the rest of the pieces were thrown up into a bun in the back. You wore a red flowing dress  down to your knee caps, red heels, and your makeup was done like a goddess to him.

He shook his head. No, you were a goddess to him!

"Francis, dear, are you alright?"

He nodded at you, taking small breaths in and out.

"Are you having trouble breathing?"

He then laughed out loud, then swept himself over to you, hugging you again. "You just look so beautiful, that's all."

"Oh stop! I look alright, I could have done better," You said, bashing yourself playfully.

He looked down at your beautiful face, and you smiled up at him.

He blushed, then chuckled. He cupped his hand on your jaw, "Never say you look alright. That's a lie. You look beautiful."


She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I want to say to a woman
But I couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
And every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is


Francis picked out a very fancy restaurant, one you had actually always wanted to visit, but as if he knew that.

You two picked a table away from most people, and after getting your order taken for drinks, the two of you gazed into each others eyes romantically.

Francis sighed, his eyes closing a little.

"Are you tired, my love?" You asked, smiling brightly.

He shook his head, "No, I'm just...you're just...I mean I really..."

You laughed at his loss of words. "Spit it out, France!"

"I love you so much."

You laughed, "Was that all?"

He shrugged, "That's all I can get out...I'm sorry, bébé..."

You brought his hands to your mouth, kissing each one softly. "Don't be sorry. That means just as much to me as you saying I look beautiful."


You know I've never been the type that would ever want to stay
Bring 'em home at night and they're gone the next day
But that all changed when she walked into my life


When you two finished eating, he wanted to take you for a walk through the park. You happily said it was okay, and you two headed there.

You clung tightly to him, as it was awfully dark outside. No, you weren't scared of the dark, but you didn't enjoy being out in the dark like you were. You felt as if you could lose Francis any second.

"Hey pretty boy!"

You're head whipped around before Francis even had a chance to stop moving, and you saw two girls waving at your boyfriend. You glared at the coldly, which they just laughed in response to.

Francis shrugged, "Did you need something?"

"Aren't you Francis, part of the Bad Touch Trio?"

He laughed loudly, then smiled beautifully. "Why, yes! I actually am!"

You shook nervously. Girls had always called out to Francis, but no one really recognized them as who he really was...and you were beginning to think that he may give in to these girls.

"You wanna come and hang out with us?" One of the girls asked.

He shrugged, "Not really."

They both looked astonished, and you tried to hold back your own gasp.

People ask me what it is
I tell them I don't know
There's just something about the woman makes my heart go haywire
She's gonna be my wife


"Francis..." you whispered, blushing.

"W-what? A guy like you always loves to get a girl like us! I mean, that's why you're a part of the trio, right?"

He nodded, "Well, yeah. But you see," he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you into a hug, "I have a girlfriend."

There was a moment of silence, then the girls started to laugh at you. "Her!?" One exclaimed, even pointing.

You were boiling by now. First, they try to take your boyfriend, then they pretty much say you aren't girlfriend material? "Excuse you, but--"

"She's quite dedicated," Francis spoke over me. "My trio understands that I don't want to bang girls every night anymore."

"What?" Was both of their reactions.

You broke away from his grasp, and pointed a finger in their face. "That means that he isn't interested! Now go find someone else to try and seduce!"

The girls rolled their eyes and walked away.


She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I want to say to a woman
But I couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do
Because every time I try and tell her how I feel
it comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is


Francis pulled you back into his arms, laughing a little. "Calm down, Chéri! I wasn't going to go with them no matter what."

"I was hoping not. But they might have dragged you away, and I couldn't risk losing you!"

He took a strand of your (h/c) hair that was hanging out of the bun you had put up, and twirled it around his finger like it was his own. You looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, and smiled at you put a hand on his jaw. You gave him a peck on the chin, then giggled. "I love you too much, Francis. They were all so wrong about you."

"Actually they were right," He said, slightly frowning.

You wanted to push him away in disgust, but then you thought maybe he was going to explain he isn't that way anymore.

He sighed and rubbed your back as you laid your head on his chest. "I used to have one night stands all the time with girls, but you came into my life and changed that. I hadn't ever gone after a girl a second time like I did with you. I was destined to get you to be with me! I wouldn't give up because other people judge me wrong."


When she loves me
Girl that's how I feel
When she loves me I'm on top of the world
Because when she loves me I can live forever
When she loves me I am untouchable


"They did, and I'm happy I gave you a chance," You said, smiling up at him.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead, causing you to blush. "I'm happy you did too! Though, I was going to make you if you didn't. I'm quite irresistible you know!"

And there goes your romantic moment with Francis.

He linked arms with you and you two kept walking and talking about your relationship.

You laid your head on his arm, and you felt him shiver a little. You looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at you. "Are you cold, love?"

He shook his head, "Not at all, why would I be?"

You smiled then looked straight ahead, realizing he didn't notice the fact that he shivered...or he was trying to hide it.

The both of you went a few minutes without talking, but those were some of the moments you loved the most. You two were just walking together, clinging to one another, like an old couple that had nothing to say about where they hoped to go in life with their partner, because they were already living the dream with them.

And it was truly amazing.


She's got whatever it is
It blows me away
She's everything I wanted to say to a woman
but couldn't find the words to say
She's got whatever it is
I don't know what to do


When you two got back to your apartment together, you were both actually quite tired, and you raced each other back to the room you two shared.

You beat your boyfriend too it, only because you started first, and he was too busy laughing at you...and making sure his hair was alright every now and then.

You two collapsed on the bed together, having a giggle fit.

You two snuggled together under the covers, and he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. "(Name), thanks for the wonderful night...it was amazing, just like you!"

"Not me again, France," you giggled, poking his chest.

He tilted your head up, and sighed. You two shared a passionate kiss, but ended when you needed air. You closed your eyes and laid your head against his chest.

Before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him say, "Je t'aime..."


Because every time I try and tell her how I feel
It comes out "I love you"
You got whatever it is