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FranceXIll!Reader: You'll Be Okay

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Moments ticked softly on the blue metallic clock that sat on the counter beside your bed. Sun slowly burst through the cracks of your black curtains, remaining you that you hadn’t been out for a long time.   You cursed as you pushed the thick blankets off you, pulling yourself out of the heaviness that plagues you inside your heart.

Your room seemingly feeling emptier then it had been in a very long time. Is this what it’s like to miss someone?

Your fingers clasped the glass of lemonade waiting beside the clock with a couple of tablets, that with one action you drowned.  It felt like forever since you last had to look out for yourself that action itself felt almost foreign to you.

Your fingers gripped your skin tightly as you breathed heavily, trying to stop those stupid tears from falling.  Instead hollow laughter left your tongue bitterly, trying to desperately to ride of them. They were not worth your tears.

Pulling yourself out from the bed and dragging yourself towards the wardrobe, you dressed yourself for the day. Thinking of the dog downstairs waiting for its morning walk. A big brown eye puppie, who’s mix bread blood made him one unique dog. The only good thing left from being with them.

Brushing your hair as you enter the kitchen of your apartment. You find Ted, ruffling his tail excitedly. Happy to see you with his thick tongue as slobber dripped onto the floor.

“Alright, alright boy. I’ll get the food.” You mutter, letting a rare soft smile make its way to your lips.

You reach for the dog food to stop, Something was missing. You turn to look at Ted, his head tilted at you before understanding what you forgot.

His feet patted out off the kitchen to only come back with a pile of letters.

“No, that isn’t it. It something intangible Ted.” You tell him, yet pat him for receiving the mail anyway.  Which in turn you dump onto the little table before going back to feeding him.

Which he greedily ate as you made your (f/h/d), picking through the letters.  One caught your eyes, a doctors note.

Dear (y/w/n)

We must inform you, that you have become to us with unfortunate luck. You are a positive.
Your next appointment is xx/xx/xx


Your fingers let the paper slip as you hear the water stop boiling. This couldn’t be? Not only that but you have cancer! Why you of all people?


Picking the piece of paper up, you crumbled it and threw it across the room, letting yourself slip down onto the kitchen floor. No. no this couldn’t be…It just couldn’t.

Tears finally fell from your eyes, your throat wanting for you to scream. This…

Was unfair.

A door squeaked open, a cheerful voice echoed out but muffled out by yourself loathing. Clash, fingers pulled your hair back, warm fingers made you look up to the soft eyes of your French man friend.

He smiled softly before his forehead touched yours. His arms wrapped around you as he held you close which you took, you need this, this warmth. “Don’t worry, it be okay, it be all okay in the end Ma Cherie, Your strong enough.”

All your tears soaked his comforting shoulders. “Than-hick-k you.”

He merely stroked your hair and swept you up, setting you on the chair. Picking up the screwed up paper, folding it up and putting back into the envelope. Something you taught him to do, since you hated your privacy being taken away, yet this one time.

“You can -hick- read it.”
   
“Huh? But didn’t you-!”

“I think it be easier for you to read then me say it.”

His eyes turned from shocked to understanding, his fingers slowly took it out. Almost scared what he’ll find.  Once he read what he could, his arms wrapped around you and kissed your forehead.

“You’ll be okay, it be a hard time, but you’ll be okay.”

“But, Francis-“

“No buts, now! Let’s have some breakfast.”

“Francis! You don’t need to be my mother.”  You groaned and he merely laughed at your puffed out cheeks.

The shopping away and food in your stomach, Francis joined you in walking Ted.

The park, felt to familiar but you sucked it down. For Francis, you’ll have fun. Just for him.

Because whatever happens, You’ll be okay.

Okay okay, I know I use to do romance stuff, I felt like something different. More a sweet and sad little story, a little piece of it abstracting and left here. This story wrote itself.

What hurting you? You probably thinking ex-lover, but it could be anything. Family death, a best friend betrayal. Anything. That’s the magic of only seeing a piece of another world.

Now the romance here, is that friendship, its tilting towards romance. It’s a sweet one, that soft and takes time, since both people can’t see it yet everyone else can. I can see Francis being that soft and slow type of loving person, he seems the type who know they’re in love until its too late to back out.

I do not own hetalia or the characters, not even you. I only own the plot.

MUAHAHAHAHA I love messing with people, because this makes you want to have more.

 

 

 

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