FrancexReader: Please Come Home

  "The snow's commin' down," The sad lyrics rung through your ears as you trudged on through the snow-covered city you lived in. "I'm watching it fall."

  Sighing gently, you held your hand out and gently caught a snowflake in the palm of your glove-covered hand.

  You deeply wanted to be with France again this year. Last year, the two of you spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day together. It was probably the best Christmas you have had yet.

  But this year, France was stuck at his home, overpiled with work from his boss. Maybe it was this meloncholy song or the loneliness this year that made your heart ach for someone.

  "But it's not like Christmas at all," Tuning back into the music, you listened closely to the words,"'Cuz I remember when you were here. And all the fun we had last year."

  A tear fell from your (e/c) eye. You quicky wiped it away, knowing that the cold tear would make your body tempurature go lower than it already was.

  Now hurrying, you rushed back to your home, fighting back tears along the way.

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  Upon arriving at your home, you burried your face in a pillow and cried. You wouldn't admit it, but you missed France. You loved him.

  'If I want anything this year Santa,' You silently think to yourself,'Bring him back home.'

  You stayed up all night, hoping and praying that maybe he would end up at your doorstep. It has happened in the past, but it never happened.

  With that, the first rays of the sun lit the snow covered ground and you gently shut your (e/c) eyes and lay youself gently upon the couch, some strands of (h/c) hair across your face.

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"______! Mon ami!" The voice of a frenchman rung through your ears,"Please mon ami...wake up."

  Upon opening your eyes, you met with a pair of blue ones. They held a bit of concern in them.

  "M-mon ami...?" You heard again before pushing a hand blindly away from your shoulder.

  Looking up, you noticed it was France stairing back down at you,"F-France?"

  His arms flung around your body and you felt his grip on you tighten a bit,"Mon ami, I was so worried."

  You were a bit shocked and had no time to react. You streatched your arms around him as well,"F-France. How did you-? Why did you-?"

  He let go of you and pulled back to veiw your face a bit better,"Well, I came to visit you and when you didn't answer the door, I found the key and broke in."

  He held out the spare key you hid above the door and you quickly took it upon yourself to snatch it out of his hand,"But why were you freaking out?"

  "You were out cold," He smiled a bit at you, making your face go red,"It's late and I was worried."

  Looking past France, you noticed the time was past 6pm, Christmas Eve,"I-I'm so sorry!" Quickly, you took it upon yourself to apologize,"I missed you and I hoped maybe you would come this year," You felt tears rolling down your face,"I waited all night long for you to come, a-and-"

  France took your face, pulling some of your (h/c) hair and putting it behind your ear. He pulled out a hankercheif and wiped the tears off of your face,"Mon ami, I'm here right now. Please calm down."

  Unable to do or say anything else, you sat there while France wiped the tears off of your face. After a minute or so,  you threw your arms around his shoudlers and refused to let go,"Don't leave me France...please."

  His hand held the back of your head against his shoulder blade. Gently, you pulled your head back and France kissed you on the forehead.

  Pulling away, you angled your head upwards and kissed his lips which he immediatly responded with kissing you back with a bit more passion.

  You pulled yourself away a bit,"S-sorry."

  "Stop apologizing mon amour," He said gently, patting your head,"You are a very pretty young lady."

  "W-well, you are a handsome young man," Blushing, you spoke softly,"And I think I love you."

  France responded by taking your hand and kissing it ever so gently and then wrapping your fingers around the stem of a flower.

  Gently, you directed it to your ear and slid it into your hair,"Well?"

  France cupped your face in his hands,"Mon amour, it's beautiful." And with that, he pressed his warm lips up against yours.