Only For You
Summation: Yandere!France and Yandere!America, more crazy than you can shake a stick at. "Francis would show the boy what he did to people who made Alfred cry. Only he had the privilege to cause those tears to fall."
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia and do not profit in any way from this.
Warning: Framerica, mild language, and suggested violence.
A/N: Cleaned up version of my original for the kink meme. My first time trying to write a 'Yandere' character, might add more to it or another story along these lines sometime in the future. Writing Creepy-Insanely-Jealous France is fun.
Francis grinned as he walked towards Alfred's house, bouquet of roses in hand. He was up the porch steps and about to ring the doorbell before he started to hear it. It sounded like someone was crying. Thinking it was coming from behind the house he ran to the rather spacious back yard. All there alone was Alfred, his back to Francis as he shook in undeniable sobs. Ah, now this wouldn't do at all.
He walked over to stand next to Alfred before asking, "My little one, what's wrong? Why do you cry?"
"S'nothing. I'm not crying." Alfred sniffed as he wiped at his glasses, still not looking at him.
Did he even know how cute that was?
Francis moved to embrace him from behind, pressing the bouquet against Alfred's chest to show him his gift. "But when you cry, you make me sad. You don't want to make me sad, do you?" His tone was sweet, but the dark promise within it could still be heard.
Alfred reached for the flowers pressed against him as he shook his head. "Mattie came by to play baseball with me. Afterward we started talking about random stuff and then he got all mad and yelled at me for hours. All about how I'm stupid and fat and lazy. Then he stormed away and I can't stop…"
Seeing the tears still running down Alfred's cheeks made it even harder for Francis to wait to deal with the little bastard who had hurt his America. Canada should have known better.
"You're beautiful and you have all of my love, little one," Francis pressed kisses into Alfred's hair, "he's only jealous of you. I will have a talk with Mathieu later."
He felt Alfred stiffen in his arms. "Talk? What do you mean talk? Don't you dare talk to him in fucking French like a damn whore!"
"It will not even be a true conversation, my America. I promise," he soothed. Francis would show the boy what he did to people who made Alfred cry. Only he had the privilege to cause those tears to fall.
It was really a shame that Alfred had such wayward neighbors. "And I don't want him coming around here anymore; he's already too forward with the rest of Europe as it is. Unlike my good Alfred, isn't that right?"
Francis nuzzled at his neck lovingly. "Isolated little Alfred, all for me, non?"
Alfred was pressing back up against him now, his body language the exact opposite of his tone. "It's not fair to me though, you're so far away. It's just you and that fucking Union full of sluts by yourselves over there!"
Francis knew this complaint well; Alfred hadn't liked the European Union since the beginning.
"It's necessary, you know that. Just as you know my clothes may come off, but I'm only ever interested in your bed."
Alfred crossed his arms and pouted, slightly crushing the roses. "You just know I'd cut it off if you ever even thought of having sex with anyone else."
France let out a quiet chuckle as he assured his truest love. "Only you Alfred, I want only you. I'll break the arms of anyone who ever says otherwise to you."
"I love you so much, Francis." Alfred turned his head to give him a kiss on the cheek.
No one noticed the missing Canada at the next G8 Summit.