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Pour Toujours- France x Reader

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You had lost count of the times your friends warned you.

Be careful. He is not to be trusted; ____, are you sure he's not cheating on you?; Are you sure he is not playing with you? And every time you would respond the same. And every time they would answer back.

I'm just worried about you. You know he isn't trustworthy.

You love him with all your strengh. You were sure about that, as you were sure that pigs couldn't fly. And he loved you too. The glint on his eyes every time he saw you, that idiotic but lovable smile that grew when you entered the room. He was a special man. He flirted, you knew that. But you also knew that his smile, his touch and his love was just for you.

He only loved you.

You had known how he was in the past- you were his classmate through junior high until college. You were close friends that shared one best friend: Antonio Carriedo. Actually, it was him that introduced the two of you.



''Hola chica!''

You turned your head to see your childhood friend, Toni, with two other boys. One of them was an albino and the other was a blond. You could already picture these three on high school, receiving all the attention and having fans around campus. ''I want you two meet my two mejor amigos! This is Gilbert Beilschmidt and Francis Bonnefoy.''

''Hey Toni. And it's a pleasure to meet you.'' you gave a small smile to the other two, that responded very differently. Gilbert placed his arm around your shoulder, and laughed loudly, throwing his head backwards, in a weird angle.  Francis grabbed your hand and planting a small kiss on top of it.

You had to admit, he was a charmer.

''It's a pleasure to meet such a belle fille.'' He gave a sweet smile that had you entranced immediately.

''We were going bowling!'' Toni says, capturing your attention. ''Do you want to go?''

''Are you sure? I'll kick your behinds, you know that. Even if they are your friends, Toni.'' You laughed as Toni joined in. '' I will not have any mercy on them.''

He nodded, as Gilbert scoffed.

''Frau, you can't be as awesome as me. I vill kick your ass!''

You accepted the challenge gladly. You were already liking this, albeit loud and obnoxious, nice boy. Francis had joined in soon after, as well did Toni.



You remember happily the day. You had indeed kicked Gilbert's awesome ass, as he deemed you worthy of being 'awesome enough' to accompany him and being his friend. You instantly became friends. With Francis however was much more difficult.

You just didn't know what to expect from him. You never shone him away, although many of your friends told you he was 'bad news'. When you talked to Toni about it, he just brushed it off, sad that people thought like that about his friend.

You understood what he meant. You had heard rumours about Toni as well. Although they were tremendously famous, there were horrible rumours about them: Toni being a pedophile; Francis a rapist and Gilbert a pervert.

You had shuddered violently at this rumours, as you just wanted to snap the neck of the person that started them. It was unfair- they were excellent, while little crazy and eccentric, boys!

Even now you sometimes heard those unnecessary comments. But you never left them. Sometimes people would sneer at you from associating with them. The BTT were known throughout school and, even though they had fangirls, they had enemies.

Francis always treated girls differently than other man. He had been used to love women, adore them with all the shapes and forms. You remembered the first time you had seen him cry.




It was the last year of high school, and you couldn't be happier. Finally you were free from this hell hole, this horrible place. You just liked school because of your real friends. The BTT would go to the same college as you, so you weren't worried about losing them along the way.

As you turn on a corner, Francis and Joan, his sweetheart from the days, were talking. You didn't want to interrupt so you just hid behind the building. You didn't have any intention of listening to his conversation, but they were in the way of your destination. You just had to wait for the two to go away.

''Francis...'' You heard Joan's voice. It was full of sadness, and had sobs mixed with it.'' I'm sorry...''

''... Joan why are you doing this?'' Francis was trying hard not to cry, you could sense by the high pitched tone of his voice. ''Since when did you stop loving me?''

You led your hand to your mouth in order to muffle a surprised sound. You knew that Francis loved Joan more than himself, she was everything to him.

''I'm sorry... I really like you. But I love someone else.''

You hear footsteps coming towards you, as you watched Joan's figure pass by the corner you where hiding. She didn't see you, if she did, she didn't say anything. You stand up and brush your clothes, as you gave a big breath and walk to the man. You stop abruptly, too stunned to move.

Francis was leaning on a wall, as his legs had lost all the strength, and had his hands on his face. But even with that, you could see the streaming tears that ran down on his face. His body shook, accompanied with the heartbroken sobs he gave. You just wanted to cry with him. You hated to see the happy man, a man that was always smiling, despite his sadness, to cry like this. Any time he sobbed you sensed that you broke a little.

He rose his head to meet yours. His eyes widened as he watched you cry with him. You hadn't noticed, but you were bawling your eyes out. You had a runny nose, your eyes were red and your mouth was twisted into a frown.

''W-Why are you crying?'' he asked startled never ceasing his crying

''I-I d-don't know!!'' You press the heels of your hands on your eyes as you continued to sob with him ''T-That was so sad! Why Francis? Why can't you be happy? Why can't you or Toni or Gilly find happiness?''

He stops crying for a second, as he absorbs what you just said. You continued to rant, but he tuned off. When he saw you crying with him, how you were so worried for him, he couldn't help but think what it would be like if you loved him.
Would you cry like this with him? Share every little moment with him and laugh? Would you never be afraid of grabbing his hand on the street because you were embarrassed of what people would think?

He walked to you and embraced you on his arms. You hugged him back, as you both cried. You could feel your shirt getting wet from the wild tears of the blond, but you didn't care. You were probably having the same effect on him. You just stayed there, embracing each other as you were the only one in the world.


A sad frown landed on your face as you remembered the following days. Francis never left his room, the only time he did was to go to the bar to pick up girls. One day Toni kicked the door of his bedroom down, as you and Gilbert explained to his parents what was happening. You forced Francis to eat, walk outside and to end his promiscuity.

You had ripped Francis off the darkness; broken the wall that had him locked and pulled him to consciousness. It took a lot of time, but you never gave up. You wanted to see his idiotic smile, the one he would show every time you showed.

And you had never been so happy as the day he did. He had told you everything, what he felt at that time, how he would pick up girls for one night stands just to feel complete, even if it was only for one night.

You had shed more tears as he confessed everything to you. Unknowingly, you and Francis had become closer, and shared everything. Until the day you realized you loved him- not like a friend, but a lover. You wanted to make him happy, you wanted to touch him, to inhale his scent and to make him only smile at you.

But you did not dare to speak up those words. You had known how he became with Joan; you would not be the one to remember him of such horrible times. You preferred being only his friend.

It's for the best. You had confide with Toni and Gil who told you to confess immediately. They knew that the French felt something towards you. If it wasn't love, it was really close to it. Stubbornness seized you and you shook your head, assuring them that Francis was still wounded from Joan's betrayal, and that you couldn't take advantage of his frailty.



''____? Mon Cher where are you?''

Francis voiced echoed on your hallway as you were stationed in the kitchen.

''In the kitchen Fran!'' You yelled at the man, making him chuckle and shake his head at your antics. If he knew you well, and he knew he did, you would be making a mess on the kitchen. Not a second after that, the sound of rattling reached his ears, as he ran frantically to you.

''Are you okay?!?! Que s'est-ill passé?'' he looks at your fallen form, covered in flour with pots surrounding you. The cupboards were opened, and Francis calculated that you had probably slipped making the pots fall over you as well the flour. You always loved to multi task, even though you sucked at it. He leaned on the doorstep as you glare at him from the ground.

''Well? Aren't you going to help me to get up?'' You extend you arms that he grabs without a second thought. As he pulls you up, you hit his chest, face forward. He chuckles at you, making you glare at him. ''I fail to see the joke.''

''...Pff... You're covered in... a W-w-white substance...'' He tried, he really did. But the look on your face and all the flour spread on it were too much for the Frenchman. He burst out laughing as you scowl intensively.

''You are a pervert, you know?'' you state, as he stops laughing.

''Oui.'' He smiles sweetly at you as he cleans your face with a rag. You were embarrassed, thoroughly embarrassed, but were able to hide due to the extent amount of flour in your face. ''Jesus, you emptied the flour pack on you didn't you?''

He hand continued his ministrations on your face, as his blue eyes never leave yours. You aren't looking at him, you were glaring to the poor wall. He places one finger under your chin making you look at him, as he leans to your lips, meeting them fiercely. You froze for a second but quickly melted as he places his hands on the sides of your head, deepening the kiss.



''____?''

A voice startled you from your thoughts. You looked to your left, where you see a smirking Francis looking at you. You look at your hands, seeing the page completely blue from your writing.

''What are you doing, mon amour?'' He walks to you warily with one eyebrow raised. You sent him a beaming smile as you handed him the pages.

''I was writing my memories.'' He sits down on the table, as you sigh and place your head between your arms and yawn ''I read the other day it's good to exercising the brain. So I wrote our story.''

He was so focused on what you wrote, you were completely ignored by the blonde. Once finished, he gave a heart warming smile, as he looked at you.

''You put one thing that shouldn't be there.''

You raised an eyebrow, as you scan through the papers. ''What did I...?''

''You forgot to put there a 'to be continued'.'' you look at him blankly as he simply smiles at you.

''… I don't follow your train of thought.''

''You put the end. It's not the end, mon amour, for our story still goes on. I have yet to marry you. We still need to have kids. We still have a lot to do. In fact, why don't we start to work on that last thing?''

He picks you up, as you let out a yelp and a laugh. He pinches your buttocks as he laughs all the way to your bedroom.

''Francis!! What are you doing, you idiot?''  He throws you onto the bed as he unties his tie and throws it to the ground. He leans on you as you hear him sniff, as he inhales your scent, burning it on his memory.

''I'm breathing you, my lovely ____, as you are my air.'' he murmurs, as his breath brushes your ear, making you shudder.

''Je t'aime, mon amour. Pour toujours.''
I tried writing about France. I actually came to love his character, thought to be honest I didn't like him at all. 

This came out naturally; this fluff-? thingie... 

OH GOD HOW I LOVE THE BTT. 

I was listening to this- www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZly12…

*it was so beautiful... I was entranced on the first second.*

Enjoy Meow :3



 
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anime-lover310's avatar
*wipes tears* so beautiful.... My eyes filled with tears at the partswhen he cried and last two paragraphs TwT

I was listening 'La valse d'Amélie' from the film "Amélie", it goes awesome with it~!! ;3