Title: LeCharm
Characters: France
Challenge: 13: Spook
Bonus Words: pumpkin, terror, bones
Rating: T
Summary: France + charm + perverseness = one hell of a Halloween.
A/N: I really wanted to write this out sooner, but I couldn't. I'm still posting it, though, just because I love France.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Part of LiveJournal's HetaChallenge Monthly Theme Challenge!
France had a way with women and everyone knew it. He was able to make their knees go weak with a single look and he used that to his advantage every chance he go. It did not matter if he had one girl or five in bed as long as he was able to please them and feel pleased himself. Year-round, he would do this, making sure the girls he charmed were not disappointed, but who could be when you had the most romantic and sexual man/country in between your sheets? At least, that's what France thought.
He applied his skills on Halloween nights 'trick-or-treating' with a few women that looked divine in their costumes and rounded them up so they could have a French party. There would be no terror in that atmosphere, no broken bones or scars, just pleasure and France did not want for his women to feel scared or intimidated. He had done this millions of times and it was not going to be any different when the 31st came around. The only pain they would feel was if they were being pressed against a pumpkin, but other than that, he made sure to hold them tight, away from harm.
He was obviously a pervert by default, and showed off his experience when he began his love-making process. Those women dressed like angels would not be after he was done with them, and the women dressed in naughty costumes would have one more experience to add to their resumes. His comments of comfort would always make them all sigh in ecstasy, because after all, it was more about treating than tricking when it came to le'amour, right?
Title: LeCharm Gone Wrong
Characters: France, Britain
Challenge: 13: Spook
Bonus Words: pumpkin, terror, bones
Rating: T
Summary: Remember that formula I used for LeCharm? Well, it tends to fail at least once every time he uses it.
A/N: This is my take on why France gets questioned by the police every year on Halloween.
Britain waited patiently as France talked to the police. He looked so composed and confident, with his douchy face making that expression of 'charm' he thought he had. How could anyone be attracted to a person like him? He was an idiot, who needed a shower, smelled like cheese, and liked sex a little too much, regardless of gender.
However, he had done it again, like he did every year. In his pursuit to taking a girl to bed, she ended up telling on him to the police and here they were, on the side of the street, waiting for the longest ass time to be released from police gazes to return to their trick-or-treating. But France was right; it was not Halloween if he wasn't being questioned by the police. He was hoping, however, that the cycle would be broken so they could enjoy the bloody night getting some fucking candy instead of wasting time. He didn't even know why the hell he was waiting for the git in the first place. He should be able to go and fill his plastic pumpkin while France fixed his own bloody problems. But he was waiting to see some terror in the Frenchman's eyes, some rattling of bones, or some sign of fear, but NO. He was always smug, which in itself was as scary as it could be. But Britain knew France would never learn to leave the poor, innocent girls alone, even if he did get thrown in jail for trying to 'sexually please' them with his LeCharm.
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