France x Reader: Blind Date

Never take your friends up on an offer for a blind date. EVER.



What... the... crapola.

You were most certainly screwed.

"Bonjour, mon cherie~" a certain sickeningly familiar Frenchman cooed, running his hands through his luxurious blond hair. "You are happy to see me, non~?"

Antonio and Gilbert were so dead. You facepalmed dramatically. Why, why, why in the world had you ever trusted them to set you up on a blind date? WHY?! Of course, you should have expected this to happen... you were such an idiot.

"I'm leaving," you snapped, spinning around on your heel and preparing to storm off. Before you could make your escape, however, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

"Tsk tsk~ that's against the rules, jolie! You have to see this through to the end..."

Your eyes widened. Who knows what the end would be... you had a feeling that this would end up being more than a mere dinner date. You didn't want to end up back at his house afterwards... oh, for the love of pasta, no! There was no way you were going to let that happen.

Francis buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply and chuckling. You squirmed frantically. "Mmm, you smell delicious~"

With no regard whatsoever as to delicacy, you pried the hormone-crazed blond off of you and shoved him back a few paces. Then you untied your shrug from around your waist and put it on over your strapless dress, being sure to button it all the way up so that your chest was completely covered. The skimpy sweater wouldn't afford you much protection from Francis's wandering hands, but it was all you had.

"Look, here's the deal," you said exasperatedly, crossing your arms defiantly over your chest. "I have every intention of keeping my virginity intact. If you try anything on me, I swear I'll-"

"No need to worry, mon ami. I can be the perfect gentleman," he interrupted. You raised a skeptical eyebrow at his sudden attitude change, and found a red rose being waved in your face. Hesitantly, you accepted it.

"Lovely~" he said with a wink. He then held his hand out for you to take, which you inched away from. He pouted.

"Just trying to be gentlemanly. Is this better?" He grabbed your waist again, and you yelped.

"Does there really have to be any physical contact?" you asked nervously.

"Yes," he replied firmly.

You settled for awkwardly linking arms with him, and the two of you walked downtown.

After walking pleasantly for a few minutes- he didn't say or try anything even remotely perverted, to your surprise- you came to all the downtown shops. One in particular caught your eye; a little store on the corner selling souvenirs from multiple countries all over the world. You broke free from Francis and went to look in the window.

"Wow, this is so cool!" you mumbled to yourself as you scanned the merchandise. A lot of it was the usual souvenir-y crap- keychains and fridge magnets and stuff- but there was one display that stood out from the rest. Several charm bracelets were arranged in the center of the main window, each bearing miniature flags and charms from a different country.

"There's mine!" you cried, pointing to the bracelet bearing fireworks, stars, and American flags (if you don't live there, just pretend for now). And was that... a hamburger charm? You giggled. "It's so cute!"

Francis, who had come up to stand by you, raised an eyebrow. You then caught sight of the bracelet for England, and squealed a little despite yourself.

"Look, look! It's sooo adorable!" you cried, pressing yourself closer to the glass. Besides the British flag, there were miniatures of the London Bridge and Big Ben, as well as a symbol for pounds sterling and even a tiny teacup.

"I love England," you said dreamily. "And British boys are so cute... their accent just makes me wanna melt." You sighed. "Especially if they have green eyes..."

You both knew who you were talking about. It could only be Arthur Kirkland, Francis's bitter rival and the dreamiest boy in the entire school. All the girls had enormous crushes on him (except for that one 'otaku' girl who had the hots for that quiet Japanese student, but she... wasn't normal anyway). Francis resented everything about Arthur, and you knew this.

As you fawned over the bracelet, his eye twitched violently, and he began chuckling darkly under his breath. You turned to him, somewhat disturbed, but he merely stepped towards the store.

"Wait out here, mon cher," he commanded. Somewhat confused, you watched him enter the store and march straight up to the counter. Was he... going to buy the bracelet for you? Even though his pride was obviously wounded by your preference for charms of a British theme? It was a silly thing to get offended about... but him getting over it would be surprising... was he actually that sweet?

He came out a few minutes later carrying a small bag, and you hid your smile behind your hand. Wow... so he really did do something nice for you!

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands, ______~" he said teasingly. Grinning now, you willingly obliged. You heard the bag rustling, and felt something cool being fastened onto your wrist. Your eyes flew open and indeed, there was the charm bracelet! You were about to squeal in delight- maybe even give Francis a teeny, tiny, very innocent hug- when you examined the bracelet closer.

A croissant... a rose... a heart, a beret, a fleur de lis... the Eiffel Tower... and the French tricolore in red, white and blue.

"WHAT THE HECK?! FRANCIS!!!" you screamed. He began giggling hysterically.

You chased him all the way down the street to the restaurant.

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"Ohohohon~ I totally got you, ______!"

"S-shut up!" you growled, shoving the bracelet across the table at him. "I'm telling you, take it back! I don't want it!"

"I was just being a gentleman! Please," he said, lowering his voice seductively and grabbing your hand, "won't you just keep it... for me?" His blue eyes glistened dramatically.

"Heck no!" you spat, wrenching away from his grip. He tossed the bracelet back into your lap anyways. Before you could come up with any retort, the waitress came up to your table.

Francis began to order as you picked up and looked over the menu for the first time. The little sidewalk cafe he had led you to was of the more common downtown variety- deli sandwiches, maybe some soup and a few kinds of fancy coffee drinks or smoothies. Not that you minded, but...

"Really, I'm surprised that you didn't take me to that classy French place down the street. What gives?" you asked him as he finished his order. He leaned slightly closer to you and smirked.

"Simple, mon amour. A fabulous restaurant requires fabulous attire, and obviously neither of us were prepared for that, non~?" You had to admit, the two of you were dressed rather casually- although you still thought your dress was nice. Frowning slightly, you turned to the waitress and ordered your favorite.

As she jotted down your order and walked away, you caught Francis smirking suggestively at you out of the corner of your eye.

"What now?" you asked.

He chuckled, tracing circles casually on the tabletop with his fingertip. "A French dip sandwich? Really? Ah, it seems even after all that resistance, ______ simply cannot resist the fabulous l'amour of the French~"

Crap. You glared at him while mentally berating yourself for your slip-up. It was merely a coincidence that that was your favorite thing to order here! What did he think-

"And I'm sure that by the end of the night, you won't be able to resist me either~"

A colossal blush spreading across your face (funny- at the beginning of your outing you wouldn't have imagined getting so flustered over a comment like that), you leaned over and smacked him over the head with your set of silverware.

This was going to be a long dinner.

As soon as your food arrived, you dug into it with gusto, thereby abolishing any opportunity for further conversation. Francis watched you creepily while picking at his own meal, imagining what those lovely lips of yours would feel like nibbling on something else. (I don't even.. x_x) You noticed after quite awhile, and turned to him with an annoyed glare.

"What, Francis?"

He sighed softly, a faint, lewd smile spread across his face. "You're just so beautiful~"

You flushed and told him in no uncertain terms to shut his mouth, for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour or two. All his stupid flirting was making your stomach flutter, and you had no intention of wasting a single scrap of your sandwich.

"I'm not going to lie, ______... I've had my eyes on you for a long time," he cooed, his bright blue eyes- true to his word- drifting lazily over your body. Huffing, but otherwise not replying, you stopped eating your sandwich in mid-bite to fold your arms over your chest again.

"Since when? This would be the first I've heard about it," you said shortly. You pushed your plate away. "Are you done? Let's get out of here."

Francis paid the bill and the two of you left, heading back to the plaza with the fountain where the two of you met up for the date.

The two of you walked in silence for a while. Needless to say, without Francis's constant flirting, it was... awkward? You were surprised at yourself for thinking that, but it was. He moodily refused to meet your eyes, to your irritation.

You were starting to feel a tiny bit guilty about snapping at him before, and you were just about to apologize when he finally spoke up himself.

"Look... désolé... I'm sorry if what I said upset you," he mumbled. "But it was true, I really meant it."

You snorted under your breath. It's not like the obnoxiously outspoken Francis had been quietly hitting on you from afar- he treated you exactly like he treated every other girl; meaning he acted like a complete, slimy pervert. Francis didn't crush on anyone. Why in the world would you believe that he liked you?

Of course, you were probably taking this way too seriously, you realized frustratedly. Just because he said he had his eye on you didn't necessarily mean he liked you.

He said no more, but instead reached out to hold your hand. You were so sick of fending off his teasing and advances that you just let it be.

...Plus, it did feel kind of... nice.

Twilight was just beginning to seep into the sky when the two of you came to stand in front of the fountain. He was still holding your hand inside his warm one, squeezing ever so gently. The sensation made you blush, as much as you hated yourself for doing so.

Francis turned to you and sighed a little, his normally mischievous blue eyes dulled slightly. "I'm sorry if you didn't have a good time today, mon ami, but... I certainly did."

He sounded... so sad.

He leaned forward and pulled you into a soft hug- his hands placed safely on your waist, not wandering around and feeling in inappropriate places. You were so shocked, you might have even hugged back.

As you pulled back from the hug, he darted close again- smiling now- and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth.

That was even more shocking. It was such a soft, sweet, innocent kiss... normally so unlike Francis...

So soft, and so surprising.

Yeah, you definitely kissed back.

. . . . .

And the magic was ruined when you pulled away a minute later, only to find him unbuttoning your shrug to gain access to the uncovered areas beneath.

"You freaking PERVERT!" you yelped as he chuckled lewdly.

You left him slumped against the stone fountain with a huge lump on his head as you walked yourself home.

The French charm bracelet jingled on your wrist... and you smiled.~