A/N: Hello you all who bothered to read this! Sorta my first time posting a fanfic of mines! I don't know if I'll add chapters or make it just a one shot thing. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia


Francis watched the man at a distance, giving the other time to decide what he would want to buy. It was an unusually tall man who had to hunch over to sniff and observe the sunflowers. A rather thinning scarf was wrapped around snuggly around his neck. His clothes were plain, probably a bit poor, thought Francis.

The Frenchman rested his elbows on the counter, trying to decide whether to tell the customer that his store was closing. It was already fairly dark outside and Francis really wanted to get home. But if a customer was buying, he certainly wasn't going to rush them.

The man seemed to have made up his mind, pulling a pretty glass vase with a bunch of sunflowers in it closer to him. Then he put his hand in his pockets and seemed to be feeling around or something. But then his shoulders slumped down, his hand coming out empty-handed. He slowly pushed back the vase back to its place, his face was pointed to the ground and an air of sadness surrounded the man.

He was silent and slowly made his way towards the door, not acknowledging Francis. Francis made a split decision right then and there, feeling a hard tug in his heart. He sensed that the man probably didn't have the money to buy what he wanted. Quickly he slipping out from behind the counter to get the sunflowers the man couldn't get.

"Ah, monsieur! Wait!" he said, rushing to the other with the vase before he could walk out of the store.

The man spun around, his eyes slightly widen when he saw the blonde with the vase. His hand was already clutching the door to open, but he let go and turned around fully to face the other. His mouth was slightly parted, not knowing what to say or make out from the current situation. Francis stopped in front of the customer, extending the vase to give to the customer. The man seemed to be slightly confused and lost, so Francis explained a bit more.

"I am the owner of the store, Francis Bonnefoy…take these flowers. Ce sont très belles, oui?" He asked, smiling to comfort the other. He handed the man the vase of flowers, not really giving the other a choice to keep it or not.

The other's fingers gripped the vase tightly, his head tilting down. His silver-blonde hair covered his eyes and any emotions that might've exposed any emotion. But then his lips twitched up, as if a smile was trying to bloom. He managed to let out a shaky smiled, and replied in a rather thick Russian accent, "Spasibo, Francis." Was all he said, before awkwardly shifting his feet.

Francis nodded, a warm feeling swelled up in his chest. "Pas de problème. It's yours to keep, don't worry about having to pay." He assured the man. "Enjoy them, and come back again if you can!" he added as the tall man stepped out of the shop.

The door closed and the Frenchman was alone in his flower shop. It felt like hours went by as he stood in the same spot and wondered about the stranger. However he felt proud of himself of possibly brightening someone's day with his flowers, despite not gaining any money. It isn't always about money, he thought. And one time doesn't hurt, it would be fine. He smiled to himself and went back to closing up the shop. Maybe the man will come back, one day.


Translations:

Ce sont très belles, oui? : They are beautiful, yes?

Spasibo: Thank you

Pas de problème: No problem/you're welcome

I don't know if the French parts are right, despite taking French classes for 4 years now. Anyway, reviews or cute little comments would be great! Thank you for reading.