FranceXReader: Lolita Part 2

It was finally Friday. (Name) dragged her butt to French class. On the inside she was elated that she got to see Francis so early in the morning and that she was able to see him tonight, but she had trouble sleeping this week. Francis had evaded her thoughts and made her worry about what was going to happen tonight.

“(Name)!”

(Name)’s head shot up from its original position of looking at the ground. She hoped it was Francis. But alas, it was not. She saw Arthur running towards her.

“Oi! Are you okay?” He stood in front of her, a concerned expression on his face. (Name) simply nodded, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would spew the whole story about her and Francis and what happened on Monday. She was doing so well with concealing (and not feeling c her feelings for Francis. Francis wasn’t so good at it. It was obvious to Arthur and a few other students of Mr. Bonnefoy’s that (Name) was his favorite.

“You’re not saying anything…” Arthur frowned. “Are you sure you’re alright? Did something bad happen between you and your mum?” Arthur bent down slightly to try and look her in the eye. (Name) wouldn’t look at him. She was blushing furiously.

“Was it that frog? Did he hurt you!?” Arthur was starting to freak out.

“F-frog? What frog?”

“Him!” Arthur pointed a finger into the French classroom, his finger was aimed right at Mr. Bonnefoy, who was looking through a stack of class work first period had done that week. Most likely grading things and getting ready to hand them back. That is what their original teacher had done before she had left.

“That’s Fran- Mr. Bonnefoy! He’s not a frog. He’s a human.” (Name) deadpanned.

Arthur scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His eyes widening slightly, looking right into her soul. “Did you just…” His voice trailed off.

“D-did w-w-what?” (Name) blushed. She had hoped Arthur didn’t catch on when she accidently slipped up and almost called Mr. Bonnefoy Francis. But he did.

“You called HIM Francis! How do you know his name?” Arthur was starting to get cross.

(Name) fidgeted nervously, racking her brain for a realistic explanation.  She sighed and thought, ‘might as well come out with it. Or Arthur will find out on his own from someone else and then he’ll REALLY let me have it.’

“C’mere.” (Name) dragged him to the corner at the end of the hall, away from anyone who could possibly hear them. “Fra- Mr. Bonnefoy asked me to stay after school Monday. And when I came after school, he told me he wants to take me on a date.” (Name)’s blush darkened after she was done explaining. She awaited Arthur’s response. But there wasn’t one. He continued to stare at (Name) in disbelief.

“What? What!!! WHAT!!! (Name) you can’t date hi-mphhhh!!” (Name) slapped a (skin colour) hand over Arthur’s mouth and shushed him loudly. “I don’t want every fucking person in the fucking school to know, you git!!! I didn’t even want YOU to know!!!!”

Arthur removed her hand from his mouth and whispered back equally as harsh. “What the bloody hell is wrong with you!?!? Have you gone mad?!?! What’s so great about Francis anyway?” Arthur crossed his arms and tapped his foot. When (Name) didn’t respond right away, he raised a bushy eyebrow. “I’m waiting, (Name).”

(Name) shrugged. “I don’t know! He’s attractive, sweet, good with words, confident, and French~”

At the last comment, Arthur rolled his eyes. “Okay, so basically, he does things that everyone knows girls like. Sound correct to you?”

“At least he knows how to treat a lady!” (Name) pouted.

Arthur snorted. “He’s just trying to get into your pants, you know that right?”

“He is not, you meanie!!” (Name) huffed. “Why do you think you know so much about Francis?”

Arthur rubbed the back of his neck, he seemed to look nervous. “B-because,” he stuttered, “he’s my…birg bruter…”

“What was that?” (Name) leaned in closer to hear her friend.

“He’s my…beg bruder…” He mumbled a little louder but still not loud enough.

“Arthur I can’t hear you.” (Name) sighed.

“He’s my big brother, okay!!!!” Arthur exploded, his whole face was enveloped in a dark blush. “And what do you KNOW about Francis? Huh? His name. That’s all.”

(Name) felt her heart breaking. It didn’t hurt because Arthur was insulting her, it hurt because he was right. She knew nothing about Francis. “That’s why he asked me on a date, so we can get to know each other!” (Name) snapped, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

She put a hand over her mouth and walked away before Arthur could say anything else.

-After school-

(Name) sighed as she lay on her bed. Her head hanging off the foot of the bed, (favourite manga) lying on her chest. She tried her best to preoccupy herself with reading, to forget about the fight her and Arthur had, had that morning, but she couldn’t get it out of her mind. Not only Arthur’s hurtful words, but also the fact that Francis was Arthur’s big brother. She could see a slight resemblance but all of it was because of that blonde hair. If either of them had a different hair colour, they probably wouldn’t look vaguely similar.

Her heart was heavy, but it lifted her spirits to think about her date with Francis tonight.

Shit… Her date with Francis tonight, the date she wasn’t even getting ready for. She rolled backward off her bed and landed on her feet.

“What the butt am I suppose to wear tonight?” (Name) huffed and opened her closet doors, scrutinizing each and every article of clothing she owned.  Nothing seemed to reach out to her.

“Mother won’t be home until very late tonight. She won’t mind if I borrow something of hers, would she?” (Name) asked herself aloud, knowing full well what the answer was going to be. “Of course not!” She laughed and ran to her mother’s room.

-Time skip, France-y pants is at yo doe-

*Francis’ PoV*

I took a deep breath, a single rose in my hand. I shook my shoulders and gave myself a quick pep talk, ‘It’s alright, you’ve done this a million times! Just knock~’
So I did. There was a brief moment of anxiety after I knocked a waited, hearing nothing inside the house stir. ‘Maybe I’ve got the wrong house…her penmanship was sort of hard to read…’

*Narrator PoV*

(Name) swung the door open, adjusting the hem of her mother’s dress. It wasn’t short, but it did start riding up a tad. Francis’ mouthed fell open. (Name) looked absolutely ravishing.

“You look….gorgeous~” Francis smiled, admiring the way her (H/C) was styled nicely, it was carefully curled and two locks that were towards the front of her face were pulled back and being held behind her head with a hair tie. Her dress was black but was vaguely see-through with a pink under skirt. There were some frills here and there, but they weren’t excessive. She wore a black cardigan over the dress. She looked so cute, so pretty, so elegant.  Her makeup was done, but not too much or too little.

“T-thank you. You look pretty dashing yourself~” (Name) smiled, looking him up and down. Francis wore a simple lavender coloured shirt and black dress pants. His hair was tied back, which was a nice change of pace. You could fully admire his beauty without being distracted by all that lovely blonde hair of his.

“Shall we go?” Francis offered (Name) his arm.

“Sure!” (Name) stepped outside and locked the door behind her.

Francis led her to his car, opened the passenger door for her then went around to the driver’s side and got in. Together they drove away.

-Time skip because I hate writing scenes with food, I get hungry-

Francis took her hand in his as they walked to his car after dinner. (Name) turned to look up at the Frenchman. “I don’t know how I could thank you enough for taking me out tonight, Francis.” She smiled softly.

Francis let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling the small girl closer to him. “It was my pleasure, cheri~” He smiled down at her.

They stopped when they got to Francis’ car. Francis, again, opened the car door for her and let her get in before shutting it. He went to his side and drove off in the direction of (Name)’s house.

-Timey Wimey Skip-

When they pulled up into (Name)’s driveway, Francis got out to open (Name)’s door for her like he had been doing all night, but (Name) just wanted to get inside and rest. Francis looked slightly disappointed when he saw (Name) opened the door for herself but instead he offered to walk her to the door, which she allowed.

“I had a very good time tonight, Francis~” (Name) blushed, looking at her shoes.

“I did as well, (Name)~” Francis put his index finger underneath (Name)’s chin and pushed her face up so she would look at him.

“May I kiss you?” Francis whispered. (Name) froze.

‘Come on, (Name)! You’re a big girl! USE! YOUR! WORDS!’

But no words came, so (Name) just nodded hastily and stared into Francis deep blue eyes. She closed her eyes when she saw him lean down. She waited for anything to happen, but when something did…she felt like she’d been set on fire.

Francis lips were so warm, and soft, and…the only way to describe them is like puppies, rainbows, angel cake, and Tom Hiddleston’s laugh. It was everything right with the world. His stubble gave the kiss and interesting feeling. Not bad, just different from other boys she has kissed.

(Name) wrapped her arms around Francis’ neck and tilted her head, deepening the kiss. She tugged on his ponytail lightly and she heard something like a growl emanate from Francis. He quickly pulled away after that. Between pants he said, “I’m sorry, cheri, but if I do not stop now…” He gave her puppy dog eyes, he was genuinely sorry.

“It’s okay, Francis~” (Name) patted his chest. “I should get inside before my mother comes home anyway.” She smiled at him. “Tonight was perfect. I’ll see you on Monday!” She said as she walked inside.

“Yes,” Francis breathed. “Monday~” He gave me a small wave and waited until the door was shut all the way before making his way back to his car. He gave a satisfied sigh, hands in his pockets. ‘She’s perfect…~’ He thought.

-At Francis and Arthur’s house-

“WHERE THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU, YOU GIT?!” Arthur shouted at his brother, Arthur knew full well where Francis had been…he was just testing him.

“Now now, Artie, no “gentleman” should speak in such a manner~” Francis winked and walked upstairs to his bedroom, completely avoiding the question.

Arthur followed him, spewing profanities left and right. It wasn’t until at least a half an hour later did Arthur leave Francis alone and go to his own room where he sulked.

‘Oh god…what am I going to do…’ Arthur thought running a hand through his shaggy, blonde locks. ‘What am I going to do…?’