Love Quotes Hetalia

Pairing:

Reader x France

1: If you love me let me know...

(Name) looks at him wondering if he really did love her.

(Name) bit her thumb in nervousness.

"Mon cheerier you know I do~"

He always say he did, never did he waver from saying this. He had never failed in showing so of his love or showering her in affections and roses. But this doubt, it nagged her in the back of her mind, repeatedly whispering ,"liar, liar."

"You have won my heart and love~"

Those words he would utter to her and only to her. There comes those thoughts again,"liar, liar."

(Name) is not dumb. She could spot these signs that emerged from the false statements. The signs. He was always off flirting with other women even if they were only together. He disappears during meetings. He comes home later then ever now reeking of perfume and alcohol. And she found the messages that were left for him on their answering machine.

"Liar, Liar."

Last straw.

Cheater. Liar.

She suppressed these thoughts for so long, now as she see's the evidence that can no longer be ignored, these words she had so fought back had emerged and repeated themselves in her mind.

LIAR LIAR.

So now here she is, in the quiet World Meeting Room, in Hungary. Everyone had left long ago, all except (Name) and France. France is perplexed at the sudden change in his amore. He had never seen such a serious look on (Name) and truthfully, he was afraid. However, despite this he ignored this feeling of despair and stayed behind with his lover.

Neither had spoken.

She looks at him they were alone in the meeting room. France looks at her concern. What was happening to her? Why was she acting so different from the loving wife he had? Why didn't she look at him with those bright _ eyes anymore? He was growing nervous. Did she already knew about those other women?

"France..."

He cringed she was using his country's name instead of his human name. Something was wrong. The feeling of despair had grew and he clenched hit fits. (Name) stared at him, she could feel it. She could feel this sadness and anger that risen in her, but there in the deepest parts of her mind there was another little voice that spoke.

"Did you really love me?"

"Oui, what upsets you, mon amour?" France asked.

"Do you love me?" (Name) asked, suddenly.

France stays quiet shocked at her question. (Name) looked at his face, desperately looking for any signs of wrongness that she had vaguely accused.'No matter the evidence, just tell me you didn't cheat! Tell me you truly love me!' the voices now screamed in (Name)'s head. But no such thing was ever spoken. France's silence was enough for her. (Name) smiles at him her lips trembled, her gaze faltered, but no tears had fallen. She wasn't going to cry. Slowly, she slid her hand away from his own warm hands that had so perfectly fitted hers.

She looked at him with with a forced smile.

"If not please gently let me go..."

And with that she leaves the meeting room, leaving the Frenchman alone.