Title: Being Sexy Isn't A Crime

Author: AishiteSubete & Kiarnni

Rating: M

Summary: It's never a crime to be seduced by sexy policemen. Hetalia Color Police. Self-Insert, with various characters.

A/N: Hello, all! This is a Hetalia self-insert written by both me and my best friend, Kiarnni. We kind of sort of totally love the Hetalia Color Police, and decided to write some chapters about it.

I wrote Francis first because, well, he just doesn't seem to get much love. There is little to no fanart or fanfiction for the Violet Police, and I think it's time our favorite blond Frechman gets a little more love.

WARNINGS: Mild to coarse language, impliex sex, and a heavy use of foreign language (with translations in order of usage at the bottom). If you don't like any of these, please click the back button.

DISCLAIMER: We do NOT own Hetalia-it is property of Hidekaz-sama, and will never be owned by us two fangirls. Most of our language skills come from Google Translate, with the exception of most of mine & Kiarnni's Spanish & French and my Japanese.

NUMERO UN: L'POLICE VIOLETTE - FRANCIS BONNEFOY

It was rare that you ever ventured out of your Paris apartment on a Friday night. Why would you if you had your stunning friends over? It was a weekly tradition that a large group of your closest peers would come to your place of residence, share a bottle or two of fine wine, and then return to their own homes. You typically showered and retired to your room once the last guest was gone.

Tonight was different, though. When you looked through your cupboards, you noticed that you were out of good bread-and that would never do! You ate bread every night before you went to sleep, and you weren't sure what you would do if you missed your nightly tradition.

There was a bakery a short bit down the block, and it was only nine o'clock. It would still be open. So putting on your coat, you left the house and trudged down the sidewalk to pick up some baugettes.

As you walked, you paid very little attention to where you were going. Therefore, it came as a bit of a surprise when you ran face-first into a taller man. "Oh, mon Dieu!" you jumped back, looking at the man you bumped into with wide eyes. "Desole! Mon Dieu, je suis desole!" You were always far too apologetic over smaller things.

The man you had it was a few inches taller than you, with shoulder-length, wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. When you noticed his violet uniform and the badge on his chest, you were mortified to realize that this man as a police officer! "Je suis bien," the man said with a light smile on his lips. "Je m'appele Francis. Et votre?"

"(Name)," you said timidly, looking at him with curious eyes. "I am so sorry for running into you. It was a total accident, I swear!"

"Non, non, it's okay," he said sweetly. It was then that you noticed that his hands still held your wrists after the small bump-in. "Pardon," he murmured, "but do I smell wine on your breath?"

You blanched. "P-Perhaps," you said nervously, looking away from his face. "It was just a glass or two back at the apartment, I'm not really buzzed or anything, I swear!" Well damn. The one night you deem it alright to take a walk down the block, you run into a cop and he smells wine on you.

"Oh, ma chere," he said gently, "let me escort you back home. We can't have you walking around here intoxicated, now can we?" You blushed as one of his arms circled around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"A-Aren't you a cop?" you stammered, looking at him confusedly.

Now it was his turn to give you a confused look. "Of course not," he said. "'ow could I let some lovely lady go to prison over something as foolish as a glass of wine? I have a much better idea..."

Once the two of you arrived at your apartment complex, you took the elevator to your floor. As you shoved the key into the lock and walked in, you gave Francis a look, as he did not leave.

"Now...about that better idea..." he smirked devilishly, pressing you against the closed door. His lips hovered over yours tantalizingly. "Je sais comment faire ce soir un peu plus intéressant..."" As his tongue licked your lips, tracing the seam between them, you moaned with a shudder.

"Alors dis-moi."

TRANSLATIONS:

Oh, mon Dieu! - Oh, my God!
Desole! - Sorry!
Je suis desole! - I'm sorry!
Je suis bien - I'm good.
Je m'appele Francis. Et votre? - My name is Francis. And yours?
Ma chere - My dear.
Je sais comment faire ce soir un peu plus intéressant - I know how to make tonight a bit more interesting.
Alors dis-moi - Then tell me.

And this is the end of the Violet Police chapter~

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