So this is the first drabble I wrote. It's a France x Reader, which seriously confuses me, because I'm not a big France fangirl or anything. ^^;; You smoke in this, by the way. If you're saying "Ew, I don't like smoking!" right now, I agree, but you smoking is just what the Plot Bunnies intended. Enjoy!
You took a carton of cigarettes out of your pocket and brought one to your lips.
"You smoke?" The Frenchman sounded surprised.
"Y-Yeah…" you replied, unsure of what the reaction would be.
"That is no good! I want my little papillon to be alive for a long time. You know what they do to you, yes?" France asked, head cocked, with a worried look in his eye.
"I know… I-I just can't quit… I've tried before, I really have! It's just… hard."
You looked away in partial sadness, and partial shame.
"It's okay, mon cher," he said, reaching to grasp your chin and gently tilt your head up. "I will help you quit!"
"H-How?" you asked.
"I shall occupy your lips with other things," he said, leaning down to kiss you.