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France x Reader- The LastFrance x Reader- The Last by GoingMadHatter
You let out a small sigh, snuggling your face deeper into the chest of your boyfriend Francis Bonnefoy. The sun shone brightly on the two of you from the big, glass porch window beside you, the perfect view of the Eiffle Tower sitting before your very eyes. A bird chirped lightly from outside, the black and blue animal perching upon the porch railing.
Everything had seemed perfect.
You loved quiet moments like this. Just laying in bed, covers pulled up to your waste, the love of your life pushed up against your side as his steady, smooth breathing comforted and engulfed your very being. Closing your eyes, a small smirk spread across your lips.
"Je t'aime." Francis whispered quietly in your ear, the stubble on his chin rubbing across your cheek as his lips met the top of your head, planting a kiss in your (h/l), (h/c) hair. Your breath hitched, the hands you placed on his chest gripping the white tantop he sported tighter. No matter how much you loved to hear those words, no matter how
Italy x Reader : Your my idiot.You walked over to Italy's house a.k.a Feliciano, he was an idiot, childish, foolish, and most of all cute. You smiled a bit a knocked on his door he opened it with a small 'vee~!' He was always like this as usual, but you know as you think about it you had a crush on him. You walked into his house, and looked at him with a glare then looked away. Yep, you always wanted to show your tough side to Italy but he always thought you were always like this, it was so cute to see that angry-ish face of yours.Italy x Reader : Your my idiot. by FleurDeBluear
He went into the kitchen cooking pasta, as always. You wanted pizza instead but he didn't listen. " Hey, idioto." You said sternly, as you crossed your arms looking away from the Italian. " Vee~~~~! Si __Y/N___?" He said happily, " I wanted pizza not pasta. " You said, he giggled and nodded. " But it's a good type of pasta! Just wait, it's better than pizza." He kissed your head, and went back to cooking. You blushed lightly and nodded waiting for the Italian to finish making the fo