A/N: I have NO idea if I made France charmy enough like he is in the anime. I’m never the cheesy type....maybe...But sometimes I like cheesy moments in life.

Anyway, I tried my best, I hope this lived up to you- France-lover fans- excpectations.

Enjoy~!

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You are currently in your room, using your computer. Today is Valentine’s Day, you just escaped the cheesy and gross day in your entire life in your school. Your mom and dad are currently taking the whole day off in a date, leaving you in charge of the house.

You were listening to some music when you heard something tapping your window, you turned to your window and saw a familiar looking bird.

“Oh hell no!” You whispered, fearing what or who sent that freaking bird here to stalk you! You stomped your way to the window and shut the curtains. Then you put on your headphones and blasted loud music to avoid noises that may come after.

“(Y/N)~! Mon cherie, why aren’t you listening to my sweet, handsome voice~? (Y/N)~!“

You banged your head on the wall, trying to defy the laws of voices that still can be heard through your awesome pair of headphones. Why is that you can avoid others voices but you can’t avoid his?

“Are you in there blushing and getting horny by the minute mon cherie~?“ He called out again. You blushed out of anger and embrrassment. Okay, that’s the last straw! You thought to yourself, you angerly took of your headphones, made your way back to your window, opened your curtains, pulled open the window and looked down at the man that always dispised.

“No way in hell I am horny for you and FYI, you’re freaking embarrassing me in front of my neighbors, Francis!“ You yelled loudly, the name ‘Francis‘ slipped your tongue like venom.

“Ohonhonhonhon~! Oh mon cherie, I always loved the way you blush~“ Francis complimented you and as usual, you never listen to his empty compliments. You crossed your arms as you continue to glare at the French boy.

“What do you want?“ You asked, hissing. “Would you like to have a date with me, mon cherie~?“ He asked, showing a bouquet of red roses at you with a smile. Your eyes widened. What the actual FRUK?!

Never. Never. AND NEVER. Someone tried to ask you on a date, and it just has to be the man you always hated, you prayed  that it should be someone else. Heck, anyone including the janitor just not Francis.

You quickly declined his offer. “No thanks Francis, thanks for being an IDIOT to ask someone like me!“ With that, you were about to shut your window again when Francis called out for you again.

“Wait! Hear me out for a bit, please madmosielle~?“  Francis begged, his blue eyes filled with plead. You can’t help but feel bad at his efforts to ask you.

You crossed your arms over the window frame, looking down at him again. “Okay, give me a reason why I should go with you on a date.” You hissed out. Francis smiled at you. “(Y/N), I know I have been into many dates with other girls, and I never came across a girl who would decline my request for a date…”

Your eyes widened the slightest bit. “You were different than the other girls, and different is one of the things that every man looked for since forever…” You glared at the French boy, feeling such cliché-ness here.

Francis realized this and chuckled, holding his hands up as if surrendering. “I know; I know…that sounds like it came from a movie. But I have to admit it myself, it is true mon cherie~” He continued, smiling at you and looking at you with those eyes of his.

“And if that reason wasn’t the one that could win, then here’s something you can agree.” Francis has another reason. “Would you like to go out with me….as a friend?”

You were shocked. You and him? Friends? That doesn’t even make sense, you two are like water and fire, incompatible, yet he taking the chance. You can’t believe what scenario you are in now.

Francis was still looking at you, confused. “(Y/N)?” You shook out of your thoughts, looking at him with a straight face. “Fine, okay, I will go out with you, as a friend got it?”

Francis smiled brightly. “Excellent choice, mon-oh sorry (Y/N)….” He said. You smiled a bit and went back farther to your room to put on some clothes and get ready for your friendly hangout for the first time ever.

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“So, where are we going Francis?” You asked, hands in your jacket pockets. You wouldn’t let the still-perverted, flirty Francis hold your hand and do the most cheesy stuff with you like in the movies.

“We’re going to this Valentines’ Day festival I heard from my friends~” Francis replied and you groaned loudly.

Valentines’ Day.

Again.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Seriously man?” You groaned out at your friend who chuckled at your reaction. “Now, now. I know you hate Valentine’s Day but just have fun with me will you~?”

You looked up at the boy; he was smiling at you as if nothing was going on between the two of you.

You sighed, giving in. “Okay, okay.” You breathed out. “Just don’t drag me into some boat and kiss me under the moonlight, lick my cheek if you found some ice cream stuck there or here, drag me into some love knot booth OR-“

“Qui, qui! I won’t do those things!” Francis exclaimed, enough with your long list of possible ways how he would flirt at you. You giggled at his frustration and probably his loss of ideas of hitching you for some romance.

You soon decided you’ll do things your way. You grabbed his hand and dragged him in the festival that is up ahead in the park. The festival entry was free for everyone, which was good. Everywhere you and Francis go, there’s couples, chocolates, pink and red colors everywhere.

You soon wanted to escape this hellhole and just stay in your little comfort one but you can’t turn back down a word when you already done it. You dragged Francis to the cotton candy booth to eat some.

Then you dragged him to some game booth and play some shooting game. However along the way, you two were sharing some conversations that you yourself enjoyed. You shared some laughs and exchanged experiences.

You two are currently sitting on a bench, still in the festival, eating chocolates. You looked up and realized that it was already night time. “Oh shoot, it’s already night!” You gasped, standing up. “I have to go now.” You said as Francis stood up.

“Wait, I want to do one last thing with you, please.” He begged, grabbing you gently on the wrist to stop you from walking away. You immediately thought that he was going to kiss you and tell you that he loves you but not again with those fantasies.

“Francis, please. You know I don’t love you, so don’t kiss me n-“

“It’s not that.”

Your eyes widened. You were already prepared for anything so cliché and so romantic stuff that would happen anytime now. But you didn’t expect this.

He dragged you to some booth you haven’t tried yet. It was just a small one compared to the others in the festival. “One (F/C) padlock and a matching key, please.” Francis ordered gently, giving the lady behind the booth $10.

The lady gladly gave him his order. What is going to happen? You asked yourself. Then you two walked over to the park’s bridge, the bridge was different than the ones you see in common parks this one has a bridge that is colored white carved with beautiful loops and with golden handles.

There were padlocks locked on the loops though.

You asked yourself again why is everyone else doing this and what are they doing exactly.

Francis dragged you to the middle of the bridge where his hair shined golden under the moonlight and blue eyes to go with it. “What are we doing here Francis? I should be going now; my parents must be worried by now…” You excused yourself but he held your hands tight, never letting go just get.

“I want to do something to seal it.”

“Seal what?” You were confused. He showed you once again the padlock at the key with his other hand, the padlock was beautiful it was your favorite color decorated with purple fake gems but they seemed real, and same goes for the key.

“There is this tradition back in my home country….In a bridge, couples, girlfriend and boyfriend alike, goes there, brings a padlock and a key with them, lock the padlock on the bridge and throw the key down to the water, never to be seen again.” Francis explained. And you feared what he was going to say next.

“That tradition is a tradition of sealing one’s love. I want to seal our love, Y/N. But…I mean; our friendship.”

You were shocked and pained, you were guilty. Before he could even put the padlock on the bridge, you stopped him.

“Francis, there is something I want to say.” You spoke with a bit of hesitation. You feared of what will be the result, will he be okay? Will he hate you? You would never know…

“What is it, Y/N?” He asked. You sighed, before telling the truth.

“The truth is Francis…I…I…I used to love you, Francis.” You confessed. Francis was shocked.

“I...I wanted to tell you what I really felt about you, a few months ago. But when I saw an admirer of yours come crying to me that day, she told me about when she confessed to you. You slapped her and said the meanest things. Even though I hated that girl for being mean to me, I couldn’t bear to see somebody hurt by the one I loved…”

Tears were already streaming down your cheeks. “I began to realize that you were a cruel man Francis, I slowly began hating you no matter what you do or say to me. But now…I don’t know what to do anymore…” You choked your last words as you cried in front of the French boy.

You were slowly enveloped by warm arms; you were shocked to feel Francis’ arms around you. You thought he hated you. “Mon cherie, I am sorry for doing that but…I can’t help but feel angry of what she done to you.”

You blinked in confusion and looked up to him. “What?”

“You see, when she confessed to me. I told her that I don’t want her but someone else. She guessed right when she immediately said it was you I love. She started telling lies about you and I got angry, I lost my mind.”

You hugged tighter in his arms. He loved you.

“Y-You love me? B-But I thought you’re going to hate me for hating you…” You stammered out, afraid to look at him now. He pulled away slightly and lifted your chin to make you look at him. “No, I don’t. I am happy to know that you love me.”

He leaned forward and passionately gave you a kiss. Your first kiss….was with the right man. You slowly kissed back and hugged him tighter.

A few minutes later you both pulled away for oxygen, smiling at each other. After that, you two padlocked the lock on the bridge and together threw the key at the water along with the rest.

That was the night when you two sealed your love.

THE END.

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A/N: Annnndddddd DONE! BOOM! XD Yesh! I finally finished it. And yeah, I decided to make you, the reader have deep hatred for France because I used to hate him now I like him as my big bro. :)

Hope you enjoyed it, I could probably handle a bit of judgement from the readers now. I am sorry for some stuff here that I probably didn’t put for France *bows apologetically*

This is actually the first time I made a France X Reader oneshot! So I am not probably educational to know much of my big brother France.

Anyways, thank you for reading~! *bows*

MapleMochi-chan, signing out~! *two-finger salutes*