FranceXReader: Lolita Part 1

(A/N: The age difference is likely to be illegal in most countries: don't like, don't read. You are a high schooler in this, and Francis is 26. Enjoy~)

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“(Full Name)!! Young lady, you better clean up and get ready because I’m taking you to school today whether you like it or not!!” (Name)’s mother shouted up the stairs.

“I won’t go!!” (Name) yelled down to her mother, loose braids in her hair.

“I don’t believe I asked your opinion, (Name)!”  (Name)’s mother retaliated, putting in her earrings.

“I won’t go and you can’t make me.” She stated calmly doing a backwards summersault off her bed.

“YOU’RE GOING!!!”  Her mother screamed from the bottom of the staircase.

-Time Skip brought to you by a certain sexy Frenchman-

(Name) sighed as she walked into her first period, French class. She tossed her bag down on the desk and plopped down in the seat, turning to face the guy who sat behind her. That guy was Arthur Kirkland, and was also (Name)’s best friend.

“Good morning, (Name)!” He said cheerfully, putting his index finger under the word he read last in his book. He looked up at her. “Good god, (Name)! What happened? You don’t look like you’re feeling very well today…” He put a bookmark in his book and patted her shoulder.

“I’m okay. I just didn’t want to come to school today. I’ll be fine.” She groaned and let her head fall onto her desk.

That’s when HE walked in. Or more like burst in, papers flying everywhere, the man’s hair (that seemed to be styled in such a way to look somewhat messy naturally) was askew. HE came in panting, mumbling to himself in what sounded like to (Name) was French but she couldn’t be sure. HE wasn’t the teacher; HE was probably a sub or something. At least that’s what (Name) thought.

(Name) heard gasps from girls around the room, whispers of girls asking other girls if they knew of this man or had seen him before. (Name) could tell HE was going to be quite popular with the girls here.

“Bonjour everyone!” A French accent forcing its way into his words. (Name) could hear the swoons of several girls around the room. “I’m terribly sorry I am late,” He ran his long fingers through his beautiful, golden locks. “I woke up late and I-“

“Pardon me, sir, but you actually aren’t late.” Arthur stated awkwardly, raising his hand. The other girls in the room snapped their heads around to glare at him. ‘How dare he speak to this beautiful man!!! It should have been me!!!’ Their glares seemed to say.

(Name) saw this and glared back at them. It’s not that (Name) was scary, but (Name) DID have a temper…and Arthur WAS her best friend.  

All the girls immediately turned their heads, facing the front. The man looked at (Name) wanting to know why the girls were acting so funny. What he saw left him…star struck to say the least.

She was magnificent. The most beautiful and lovely creature he had ever laid eyes upon. He had been with a lot of women in his day, but he had never been so dumbfounded by any one of them like this before.

He puts his hands behind his back, slightly pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. This made him flinch slightly.

(Name) furrowed her eyebrows at him, raising one in a sexy, yet still annoyed, kind of look. As if she were asking, ‘What’s your problem, bucko?’

He turned away from her eyes and faced the front of the class, blushing slightly because he did not know how long he had been staring, and cleared his throat.

“I am Francis Bonnefoy, and I am your substitute teacher. I understand it zhat your teacher  ‘ad to go out of town for a few days, oui?”

“Oui!” One of the most stuck up girls (Name) had ever met blurted out. (Name) could tell that the girl liked the sub. This made (Name) smirk and turn to Arthur. He looked at her uneasily and mouthed, “What are you thinking?”

“Young man, since you are so eager to talk, why don’t you start us off with introductions?” Mr. Bonnefoy smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile though. It was a taunting smile.

“Well,” Arthur said, returning the fake smile and stood up. “I am Arthur Kirkland.” He bowed slightly, like the gentleman he was, never breaking eye contact with Mr. Bonnefoy.
“And who is this lady sitting in front of you?”

“(First Name). (First Name) (Last Name)”Arthur stated matter of factly, crossing his arms in front of his chest and giving Mr. Bonnefoy a slight glare.  

Mr. Bonnefoy walked up to (Name)’s desk, took her hand in one of his warm, larger ones and brought her knuckles to his lips. (Name) was staring at him, not believing one second of what was going on was true but not leading on her vulnerability.  Mr. Bonnefoy didn’t dare break eye contact. He wanted to notice every little thing he could at the moment about (Name). There was no voice in the back of his head telling him, “THIS IS WRONG, YOU SICK FUCK!!! SHE’S A FUCKING KID!!!! YOU AREN’T SUPPOSE TO BE KISSING HER HAND!!!! FUCK OFF, PEDO!! STAHP!!!” When Francis let go, the corners of (Name)’s mouth tug down slightly. So slightly that if Francis hadn’t been eyeing that pretty little mouth, he probably wouldn’t have noticed at all. That tug of her mouth excited him.

‘Maybe she was disappointed I had to pull away~” He smiled on the inside at the thought as he walked back to the desk at the front of the room.

Francis did not notice what he had done. He kissed only (Name)’s hand. No other girls. This was bad. Very, very bad.

All the other girls in the room shot glares (Name)’s way. Their eyes gleaming with hatred and a dark aura seemed to gather in the room. The dark cloud looming over the students dissipated when they heard Mr. Bonnefoy tapping on the chalkboard.

“Are we all ready to begin the lesson now?” He offered his class a charming smile that made the girls swoon and the boys want to throw up. This guy seemed to be surrounded by charisma. Arthur could practically see roses all around Mr. Bonnefoy.

“Alright, so we shall begin in chapter 8, that is at least what your teacher has written down in the schedule she put together for me, so everyone get out your books and blah, blah, blah, blah-“ (Name) zoned out, not comprehending any word Francis was saying but listening to him drone on and on about conjugating French words correctly and the like. Every time he turned around, (Name)’s eyes went directly to his firm buttocks. She wasn’t doing it on purpose…at first. But after a few times she just couldn’t resist.

Before (Name) knew it, the bell had rung. But she did not hear it. She didn’t even know what was going on when all her fellow classmates had left and the new crowd had started to file in. The thing that had pulled her back to reality was Mr. Bonnefoy, several inches from her face, trying to speak to her but his words came out all muffled. She was in her own little world.

“-okay, (Name)?”

“W-what?”

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Oh, y-yes I am grand!” (Name) rushed up and gathered all her belongings.

“Oh well that is lovely! I would like to see you after school though. I ‘ave something to talk to you about. Is that alright?”

“Am I in trouble?” (Name) was starting to get anxious. ‘Oh shit, ohshitohshitohshitohshitohshit… you caught me looking at his butt. He is going to lecture me about how inappropriate it is to objectify your superiors and explain that him kissing my hand this morning was just him being oddly polite and French.’

He laughed, a jolly ‘honhonhonhonhon~’. “No, of course not! I just ‘ave a few things I’d like to talk to you about. I’ve seen your grades in your teachers grade book and you do very well in French. Now go on to your next class, or you will be late.” He smiled and turned her, placing his hand a little low on her back for it to be him just “being friendly”. (Name) looked up at him and smiled.

“Alright, Monsieur Bonnefoy,” She said doing her best French accent. “I’ll come by after school.” And with that she skipped off to her next class.

~After school~

(Name) speed walked all the way to the foreign language hallway, not wanting to appear too excited but unable to control herself.

When she neared the French room she saw Francis standing outside, his hands clasped behind his back, he seemed to be looking for someone. He was currently faced away from her, but when he turned in her direction and spotted her coming down the hall his handsome face broke out in an earth shattering smile.

‘Oh that smile will be the death of me…’ (Name) blushed slightly and broke out into a light sweat. She stood face to face with him. Well more like face to chest, seeing as he was probably at least a head taller than her.

“(Name)! Come, join me in the classroom!” Mr. Bonnefoy started walking into the classroom and with a simple wave of his hand, she followed him.  

“What is it you wanted to talk about, Mr. Bonnefoy?” (Name) stopped in front of his desk at the front of the room and turned to look at her teacher. What she didn’t notice when her back was turned was that her dashing, French teacher had locked the door to the classroom.
“(Name), I’d like to talk about you!” He walked behind his desk and took a seat, smiling sweetly at her and lacing his fingers together so he could comfortably rest his head on them.

“M-me?” (Name) stuttered, taken off guard.

“Oui, cheri~” The older man’s smile faded slightly but the glint in his eyes made up for that. “Tell me anything and everything you want to tell me about…you~” With the last word he reached out to her, pointing his finger right where her heart was beating out of her chest.

“Okay well, uhm, my eyes are (E/C), my best friend is Arthur Kirkland, my favorite anime is (anime name other than Hetalia), I li-“

“(Name), I’m so sorry to interrupt, but that is not what I mean. I mean your innermost thoughts, things you never tell anyone, your passions, things that light a fire in you, that make you unable to control yourself!” While he spoke, (Name) noticed him stand up and by the last word he said he was kneeling in front of her, hands firmly gripping her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. (Name) had never gotten this kind of attention from an older guy before. Her face erupted in a dark blush; she tried her best to look anywhere but him.

“Mr. Bonnef-“

“Please, call me Francis when we are alone~” He smiled.

“F-Francis,” (Name) blushed even darker, if that was even possible. “Why did you REALLY call me down here?”

Francis sighed and stood up, running a hand through his hair and muttered to himself, “I knew you would be too smart for this…”

“Pardon?” (Name)’s eyes followed him as he turned away from her, looking out the window.

“(Name), we have only known each other for a short time…but upon meeting you…I thought I should be with you always (1).” He turned to her but he faced down looking at his shoes.

(Name)’s eyes widen to the size of plates, her jaw dropped, and her blush darkened even more. “W-what?”

“You heard me, (Name).” Francis slowly looked up at her, meeting her eyes, a gentle smile on his face. “So I asked you to come see me after school because I wanted to ask you if you would like to go on a date with me?”

(Name) couldn’t believe any of this was true. She slapped herself, hard, before this dream could continue. This alarmed Francis.

Running to her, he leaned down to her level, he took both her hands in his. “Cheri, what in god’s name are you doing?”

“I don’t think it is very kind of my brain to be playing tricks on me. I want to wake up right now.” She said as she gently wiggled out of his grip and pinched herself hard enough to leave a bruise.

Francis realized what was going on and chuckled, his chuckle turned into a full blown laugh, his eyes crinkled at the corners and the most beautiful smile (Name) had ever seen in her life was on his face. His laugh was sweet music to her ears. She looked up at him in admiration. She was acting like a teenager in love…well probably because she WAS a teenager falling in love.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Francis.” She smiled at him.

When his laughter died down, and looked at her. He offered her a toothy grin and stood up. “Fantastique! Shall I pick you up Friday evening?”

“Y-yes, that would be good…”(Name) blushed, tucking a stray lock of glossy (H/C) hair behind her ear. She moved to leave, but couldn’t get out the door before Francis stopped her.

“I’ll need your address and telephone number, won’t I?~” He smiled playfully.

“O-oh! Right, I’m terribly sorry.” (Name) dug through her bag and ripped off a piece of notebook paper, scribbling her number and address down quickly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Bonnefoy!” (Name) took off out of the classroom.

Mr. Bonnefoy called after her, “It’s Francis~” after he yelled that she heard a light chuckle.

This was going to be one difficult week.