The morning warms me like your smile,
Just not as beautiful,
Or heartfelt,
Like when you glide your hand across my chest.
And every time you do it I feel light inside,
Just like how every time you kiss me I feel dedicated to comply.
It may be because I love you,
Or maybe your kisses are just that divine.
But whenever we are together,
Our love may simply meant to be combined.
Title: Late at night
Summary: You make me proud.
Rating: E for Everyone
Pairing: France (Hetalia) / Reader
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, just the plot.
[A/N: Francis is just a sexually active cinnamon roll that needs to be protected at all cost. Enjoy!]
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A knock on the door is heard but she elects to ignore it, flipping through the pages once more. Another knock comes. And another.
And another.
"I'm coming in, belle," she hears his soft voice. "I hope you don't mind."
The door creaks open but her eyes remain glued on the textbook. The sound of it closing is heard and a few seconds later, footsteps near her.
One. Two. Three.
"What are
FranceXAbused!Reader- She Will Be Loved by Hellebore-Rain, literature
Literature
FranceXAbused!Reader- She Will Be Loved
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else…
You were eighteen years old. Everyone told you where drop-dead gorgeous. Shimmering (e/c) eyes, (h/l) (h/c) hair, and a beautiful smile that could make roses look like weeds. You, on the other hand, always thought of yourself as not worth anything. That’s probably thanks to your boyfriend, who treated you badly. He always made you cry, and threatened to leave you. You didn't really trust anyone else but your best friend France, also known as Francis Bonnefoy, thought of you as every jewel known in t