ITW: France's Amore

"Ah!" You cried out, landing on something surprisingly soft. "A...blanket?"

You sat confused on top of a red and white checkered blanket that was smoothed out onto a hillside. Fresh herbs, bread, and a small bowl of olive oil sat on it as well. The light breeze in the air carried the mixed aromas of wildflowers and fruit, and below the hilltop you could see a large grove of olive trees surrounding a lavish house. You noticed you were sitting on something rather uncomfortably, and after shifting your leg you pulled up a bottle of rich red liquid. "Wine?"

"Oui, it was going to be part of my picnic ma Cherie." a smooth voice purred by your ear. You squeaked, whirling around to meet deep blue eyes that sparkled back at you. "Ah, do not look so afraid, you're in no danger with me. Tell me, how is it that an angel like yourself falls down into my dinner?" the man asked. You blinked. "Angel?" "Why of course my dear, you fell from the sky after all." he replied.

You immediately recognized one of the most notorious flirts in anime, France, sitting right next to you. 'I clicked on his story just before I ended up here...just what the hell happened?' You wondered to yourself. Francis chuckled "Do you have no words? Your beauty is extraordinary, but I would love to hear your sweet voice paired up with it too." he purred. You yourself felt your face grow hot in embarrassment, and you quickly found yourself having an Iggy moment. "Bloody frog! Don't you dare try anything with me France!" you shouted at him, the words falling out all too easily.

While he seemed amused at your outburst at first, when you mentioned his status as a country his eyes widened in surprise. "Ma Cherie, you are certainly not one of my citizens. How do you know who I am?" he asked you. Oh dear, this wasn't going to be easy to explain. Luckily for you, you realized that your bag had also fallen out of...your room, with you. Since Hetalia was a great joy of yours, you always had something related to it with you.

"Um, okay, this is really hard to explain," you stammered out, nervous. France just smiled at you and motioned for you to continue. "But, well you're not supposed to be real in  my world, you're just supposed to be a character." Quickly you pulled out a copy of the manga and explained it to him the best you could, also showing him a small poster of the Allied Forces, as well as a small sticker of himself you hadn't found a place to put yet. It showed a smiling cartoon version of the Frenchman holding a red rose and winking.

France mulled over the items as he listened to your hasty explanation. It seemed possible, the pictures and stories in the book really did happen, and he couldn't deny the resemblance between himself and the cartoon drawings. Plus, he had seen stranger things than a girl falling out of the sky claiming she was from an alternate reality. Hell, he had to deal with England for most of his life, so he had definitely seen weirder things.

"So, do you believe me?" You asked hesitantly. France looked at you. He could not deny that he found you to be beautiful, with your large (e/c) orbs framed by thick lashes looking up at him. "I do, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to my humble country." he said softly, taking your hand in his and kissing it softly. You blushed, knowing full well his flirtatious attitude and reputation.

Suddenly it occurred to you that you still had no real idea as to how you got there, or how you could get home. Francis recognized this, and after barely a moment's hesitation, offered you to stay. "My house is warm and plentiful, I promise that you shall have every comfort my beautiful country has to offer." Francis told you, looking into your eyes. "Now tell me beautiful Cherie, what is your name?"

"(___), you can call me (___)." You said, still blushing softly. "Well then (___), you are now under my care. Perhaps I could give you a tour of my house? Starting with, the bedroom...?" Francis purred, leaning in close with a glimmer in his eyes you recognized all too well.

Out of instinct to save yourself, you went back to Iggy-mode and slapped him.

"Frog! You don't even know me yet!"

"But you know me don't you? Come on, I promise I won't bite..."

"To hell with that!"

Six Months Later

Oh how you wanted to slap that man.

Months had already past since you landed in the Hetalia world, and while normally you would have thought it to be paradise to land in the middle of France, you had completely forgotten what an unbelievable, shameless flirt the idiot was. On more than one occasion you were forced to help protect the house the two of you lived in when he managed to piss off an entire village of girls, and not to mention their fathers. They were like rabid sharks waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Not only did it greatly annoy you when Francis flirted with nearly every passing girl, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, perhaps even hurt. When it was just the two of you in the house, you got along perfectly well. He found out quickly that his normal flirting wouldn't work with you, but the two of you were happy and content living together. You would help around the house as much as you could, especially when his country duties made him very busy. And often times he would enjoy telling you about his culture, and give you cooking lessons so that you could make wonderful things from the fresh produce all around you.

One particular night however, you had just about had enough with him. You thought England was the only one who couldn't hold his liquor? Granted France had a higher tolerance, but on this particular night he had come back home absolutely shit-faced. Stumbling in and humming a low melody to himself, he flung his arms around you and leaned onto you for support. "Honhonhon my sweet little (___)...why are you -hic- still dressed this late at night?" he said, and the strong smell of wine that clung to his breath made you want to gag. "I was waiting for you to come home idiot," you couldn't help but snap at him, pulling him up the stairs with you to his room.

"Where the heck were you? I've been waiting for you to get home all day. It was your turn to cook dinner." You scolded him, somehow managing to get him to climb into bed. "Hehe...are you sure the food was the only reason you were waiting for me?" He laughed. You scowled "Fine, if you're too drunk to even have a decent conversation with me without flirting, then I'm leaving." You snapped, whirling around and marching away from the bed.

As soon as you reached the door however, a sob made you stop. "That's -hic- not fair (___)...why don't you love me?" You turned around, seeing a teary eyed Francis clenching his fists and looking down. "I really thought...that you and I could be something. I -hic- always flirt with other women, but I never fell anything. Dammit! I always feel something with you!" he cried, and your eyes widened. Sure he could be a pain with his shameless ways, but in all honesty France was a very sweet man, taking you in and caring for you all this time.Your emotions winning out, you went over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. "Get some rest France, you need it." You told him, but he was already asleep.

The next morning, Francis woke up with a bit of a hangover, but he had handled worse before. What really bothered him was the great sense of embarrassment from last night. Goodness, had he really confessed to you in that drunken state? It would be a wonder if you even wanted to look at him. A knock at the door startled him, and he was surprised to see you standing in the doorway with a small tray of food in your hands.

"(___), please, let me apologize for my behavior last night." France stammered out "I was sad, because I know you don't feel the same way, but I shouldn't have tried to drown my thoughts in wine, and I certainly shouldn't have bothered you in that state." He quickly apologized. You just set the tray on the bedside table. "Who said I don't feel the same way?" You told him, offering a sweet smile. "Just because I tease or scold you doesn't mean I don't care for you. You said last night that you loved me didn't you? I didn't want to answer until you had a clear head, and my answer is that I love you too Francis, with all my heart." You finished.

Without hesitation, France flung his arms around you and captured your lips in his. It was deep and loving, with all the passion of French love, roses and red wine. "My sweet amore, my beloved (___)." Francis muttered into your lips. The two of you stayed there, caught up in your loving embrace.

Yes, you were very glad you landed in the heart of France.