This was bad. Very very bad. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what you should do. What could you do? There was no way to prevent it. You could only tell him and hope he wouldn't grow angry.
Sitting down, you looked about the tidy apartment and allowed a small smile grace your lips. It was a nice and cozy home, full of things both you and Francis loved. The smile dropped when you thought of what you had to tell him.
As if your worried thoughts had summoned your fiance, the front door swung open and the tired looking man tromped in. After closing the door and kicking his shoes off, he looked up. A smile that could have lit up the world spread across his face. All exhaustion and weary troubles seemed to lift off him.
He tossed his jacket onto a near by chair and pulled off his throat constricting tie. Walking over to you, he flung himself forward, burying his face in your chest.
"Today 'as been so long wiz out you mon amour." He mumbled, voice slightly muffled by your chest. You giggled, stroking his long, blonde hair.
It was now or never, you had to tell him before it happened.
"Oui?" The blonde nestled deeper against your chest, causing you to blush.
"Can I ask you something?"
This made him pause and glance up at you, blue eyes suddenly alarmed. You noticed and put up your hands, face flushed.
"Nothing bad, just um....... I was wondering if.... Um." You trailed off, not knowing how to word it. Francis stared for a moment, then smirked. You narrowed your eyes, then shrieked. He was nipping at your breast through your shirt.
"You know you do 'ave to ask about zat mon amour." His voice had turned into a throaty purr, making your face flush deep red. You pressed a hand against his cheek, moving his head away. He pretended pouted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tried not to laugh.
"Um.... How would you like to meet my parents?" Your voice shook slightly, as you looked everywhere but at him. You were worried that he would refuse, but not as worried of what your parents would think of him.
Francis's eyes lit up and he grinned. "I would love to meet zem mon amour. It will make our engagement more official."
You swallowed and grimaced, "About that.... I haven't told them yet."
His jaw dropped, you looked away, biting your lip. He got up from the floor and sat next to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you face towards his.
"B-Because." You paused, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "I wasn't sure they would like you and.....and I wanted us to have a small private wedding. Just you and me."
Your face flushed bright red and you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Francis chuckled, wrapping his arms about your waist and pulling you onto his lap. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Oh mon amour. You are so sweet." He placed a tender kiss on your nose, smiling. you blushed, snuggling closer to him. He sighed happily, kissing your cheek.
"You do realize what their visit means, right?"
You giggled into his neck and bit your lip.
"You can't walk about the apartment naked."
Your giggles escalated into full out laughter at his shocked and disappointed look. It changed into a smile as he began laughing with you.
"A sacrifice I will be willing to make."
You snorted, trying not to laugh again. You had been really silly. Of course Francis wouldn't get mad. He was one of the sweetest and kindest of men. You were the luckiest person alive to have him.
And my mother will ask me countless questions about my relationship with him.
Dad: *stares at Francis* "Don't hurt my girl or else, got that?"
Brothers: "'Bout time."
my mom: "why not just date the golfer boy like i wanted? ;-;"
my step-dad: "hurt her and your dead."
my dad: same as my step-dad
my step-mom: " i'm so happy for you" and is secretly planning his death on the inside
my big sisters: "it's about time..."
my brothers: "ok...?"
my little sisters: would be hugging him because they love everything
I've got a lot of siblings...
My Mom- *Tells France how cheerful I am and imagines how will our wedding will be like*
My Friend- *Smirks and Squeals silently*
My Mom- I dont care what she would say and i also dont know what she would say
My Stepdad- Same as my Mom but I really would not care
And My Sisters- probably just being idiots
My step mom: talking to him
My mom: totally jealous
My lil bro: *kicks France in the balls*
My lil bro is effed up
my mom would just be like ''uhhm ._.' he isnt like any other guy that for sure''
my sister would be like ''Kayy'' her bf would be like ''I know hetalia ''
my big brothers would be like '' =_= hurt her and die''
my grandpa would be like ''okay...?''
me my family is like WUUUT??
My dad would be really intimidating and scary... And probably mention about having a gun
My mom would be very nice about it, be happy for me and want to get to know him
My sister would probably already know him a bit and would be happy for me
My 2 dogs would not care lol they would just bark then get used to him
My grandparents would be happy for me but tease a lot along with the rest of my family... Let's just say lots of teasing and both of us would be embarrassed!
...wow really long comment oh well.
I really like your story~
I have a wonderful family.
Dad: pick one the rifle or pistol
Dad: so I know which one to kill him with if he hurts you
France: heh heh *sweat drops*
Mom: it doesn't matter which one he picks cause I pick the pistol
Me & France: * backs away slowly*
Lil sis: you need to shave
Lil bro: hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey......*constantly pokes France's arm*
Me & France: *runs out house together*
Me: see ya later!!!!!!!
D (younger brother): WHY THE HELL DID YOU DATE HIM?!?
Me: F*** off.
A (Older sister): if I ever meet him, he will never see the sun ever again.
E (Baby brother): Meh. *i hardly know him*
M (Baby sister): O.o, he is screwed. *don't know all to well either*
me: I have a crazy family. liked this fanfic though!
Mom: "Hello, how are you?" *after he answers starts to ask really embarrassing questions and making fun of me in a loving way while doing so*
Stepdad:*sitting on the couch cleaning a pistol, rifle, and a shotgun and have them laying across the table* "Pick one."
Stepdad: "Because if you hurt my daughter, I want to know which one you prefer me to kill you with."
Mom: "If he hurts her, I'll use the pistol anyway."
My mom would probably act really friendly towards him, then ask me really awkward questions later, because that's what she does xD
My dad would probably glare at Francis for the entire time he was there, whether he would say anything out loud or not. Probably something along the lines of this Then he would go over to me when Francis wasn't around and look at me with puppy dog eyes and ask why I didn't trust him enough to tell him I was getting married
My dog would probably growl at Francis, just because he's weird like that
And my cat would sit on his lap and get cat hair aaaall over his dress pants xD
My older sister: He's got a beard a beard....you do the nasty don't you? Hey Francis you know she failed every French class she took and is a proud German did you know she used to...( more embarrassing stories)
My grandma: *whispering in his ear* she will always be to good for you frenchie always be to good
My older brother: pets skip this crazy joint and grab some beers u do drink beer right? Real men drink beer
I'm dammed to a single life