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White Rose (France x Insecure!

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White Rose (France x Insecure!Artist!Reader)





      ‘He’d never love me…’ (Y/n) thought as she watched him flirt with a small group of young women. Her pencil flew across the page as she worked to capture the expression on his face. Her (h/c) bangs fell in her eyes as she desperately tried to draw the look in his bright blue eyes, the movement of his long, wavy, golden locks, and the appearance of the stubble on his chin. Looking up, she pulled her (h/l) (h/c) hair over her shoulder, and began braiding it to keep it from interfering with her view of him. She cringed inwardly as she saw him give one of the girls a red rose.
      ‘Red. The colour of passion, love, and lust. I wish he would give me a red rose, but how could he? Red doesn’t suit me at all. I’m more the colour white. Boring, plain, and invisible.’ (Y/n) felt tears pricking at her (e/c) eyes. (Y/n) had been friends with Francis Bonnefoy since the two of them were small. However, as they grew older, Francis became beautiful and popular, while (Y/n) was quiet, meek, and shy. People assumed that she was standoffish, and started to shun her. Not Francis though. He stood beside her through thick and thin, just like a true friend. Through him, (Y/n) had become close with his two closest friends, Antonio Fernández Carriedo and Gilbert Beilschmidt, but other than them, she didn’t really make many other friends.
      Turning back to her drawing, (Y/n) worked diligently at breathing life into her sketch of Francis, the man who had stolen her heart. Just like so many other girls. She became so absorbed in her task, that she didn’t notice Francis approach. He saw her sketching intensely, so he quietly walked behind her to see what she was drawing. When he saw it was a sketch of him, he laughed. (Y/n) jumped and shipped around.
      “Francis, I didn’t see you there!” (Y/n) quickly shut her sketchbook, hoping to hide her drawing. She was blushing like crazy, and praying he hadn’t seen her drawing.
      “Salut, ma chérie. You are a very talented artist, and ‘ave an excellent eye for models.” He chuckled as she blushed even harder. She could be so cute sometimes. Her blush was just one of the things that he loved about her.
      “I-it wasn’t what it looked like, I mean, it was…but I didn’t mean for it to be creepy. I just…” ‘Wanted you to look at me that way. Not that it would ever happen. I’m not pretty enough for a guy like him.’ (Y/n) ducked her head, embarrassed.
      “Could I see your ozer drawings?” Francis gave her his best puppy dog eyes. “S’il vouz plaît?” He ran a hand under her chin, gently tilting her head up to make her look him in the eye. Her (e/c) eyes looked panicked and she shook her head vigorously. (Y/n) felt her breath hitch as she realized just how close he was. She had never noticed just how blue his eyes were before. While he had her distracted, Francis quickly snatched the sketchbook from her lap.
      “Hey!” (Y/n) grabbed at the sketchbook, but Francis pulled it quickly out of her reach. He loved teasing her like this. Oh who was he kidding? He loved her. However, he knew that an sweet innocent angel like her would never fall for a man with a reputation as a womanizer.
      (Y/n) attempted to tackle him, but he was a lot taller and stronger, so she really just ended up jumping on his back. Francis was laughing at her attempts to get the sketchbook back, and (Y/n) started giggling too.
      “Francis Bonnefoy, give that back!” She reached for it, trying to stop him from opening it. The fates however, were not in (Y/n)’s favour, and Francis opened the sketchbook to one of her favourites, but it was also the most embarrassing. It was a beautiful drawing of Francis and her, foreheads touching, eyes closed, holding hands. In his hands was his signature red rose, and in hers was a snow white rose. It was her way of symbolizing the kind of people they were, and her desire to be with him. She had gotten every detail of them right, and had managed to brought so much expression into the drawing, Francis half expected the drawings to start moving. (Y/n) slowly slid off of his back, and looked at the ground. She was so embarrassed.
      “Mon amour…This…this is….” Francis’ eyes bugged out at the drawing. He had never seen a more beautiful drawing.
      “Creepy, I know. I just couldn’t help it.” (Y/n) felt tears start to slide down her cheeks. This would chase him away for good.
      “I was going to say magnifique.” (Y/n) looked at Francis. He smiled at her, and gently wiped away the tears. “I just want to know, why are you ‘olding a white rose?” (Y/n) looked down again
      “Because I am a white rose. I’m plain, boring, and invisible. I’m not pretty enough for a guy like you, so I draw the thing I want most. I-I love you Francis. I know this will probably chase you away and ruin our friendship, but I do. I have for a long time now.” To her surprise, (Y/n) was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace by the Frenchman.
      “Mon amour, you are anyzing but plain. White roses are symbols for innocence, purity, and ’eavenly beauty. You are très belle, jolie, gentille, doux et attrayant. Je t’aime aussi, ma rose blanche.” He gently tilted (Y/n)’s head back, and gazed into her perfect (e/c) eyes. Leaning in slowly, he gently pressed his lips to hers, waiting for her reaction. (Y/n) smiled into the kiss, and deepened it, wrapping her arms around his neck. She felt Francis’ tongue gently skim along her bottom lip, asking permission. She quickly gave it to him, and the two started wrestling for dominance. Francis quickly won, and lost no time in exploring his hard won territory. (Y/n) moaned into the kiss, and melted against his toned chest. Far to soon, their lungs screamed for air, and they parted, panting heavily. Francis leaned his forehead against hers.
      “Je t’aime, ma rose blanche.” He whispered gently.
      “I love you too, Francis.” (Y/n) whispered back.
So this is my first reader insert, and my first Hetalia fanfic! So please be gentle!
I apologize for any OOC-ness for France.
Don't hurt me! D:

Translations

Salut mon cherie : Hi my dear
S'il vous plait : Please
Mon amour : My love
Magnifique : Magnificent
Tres belle : very beautiful
Jolie : cute
Gentille : Kind
Doux : sweet
Attrayant : attractive
Je t'aime aussi : I love you too
Ma rose blanche : My white rose

Hetalia and France (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) you....for now
Plot (crappy as it is) (c) me

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Lover-Of-Anime237's avatar
Heh, I don't make a habit of kissing frogs, after all, I don't live in a fairy tale.