France knew all about beautiful things. He always had fame for knowing all about them. Let it be a person or an object, Francis Bonnefoy would surely already have had his merry way with it. He would always embrace that beauty; make it his, and then make himself more beautiful with it. It was something that he knew how to do since he has born, and he would never stop with it.
And of course, he was mostly known among his fellow nations for his relationships with them. Even tough some nations hid it very well; it was a known fact that nobody was ever safe from the French man's perversion. Even if it was unwillingly, Francis always got what he wanted.
But those eyes, that hair, that way it all pierced into you in such way that it made you looks away, but wanting more. That body that was always strong, even in the worst of times, those muscles that made even the youngest blush. It was like the beauty of ice turned to man. It was truly beautiful. It was France wanted. What he desired so much. The only true beauty.
"Su-san! We're going to be late!"
But it seemed that, just this once, Francis will not get what he wanted. He would have to wait.
And so he did. He waited and counted each minute until it happened. And when that time came, he would be sure to shed those tears behind the beauty of it all.
Hetalia Axis Powers will never be mine. and it isn't mine right now as well.I'm sorry, but I am not that 's Prussia 8D *will shut up now*
So this was my first go at the pairing of Sweden/France
and I'll post more later, because apparently, their one-sided love was great inspiration. then it became not so one-sided at the roleplay...
Anyhoo, please review!