Well, it's not hard to make France quite the romantic person. I see him with roses and getting guns pointed at him so often that it'd probably nice to see him as not so much of a creep and have a girl pointing them at him instead. xD Enjoy all you France fans!


Hetalia Drabbles-France: Guns and Roses

If someone were to ask, most people would say that Francis Bonnefois was either a relentless lover, or an extremely stupid man. You would have to say the latter. Every Valentine's Day and birthday of yours that came around, you were assaulted by a barrage of roses and his persistent requests for some "quality time" together.

Today was another such day-Valentine's Day to be exact-and you couldn't have been more terrified as you entered the conference room, only to see a pink, heart shaped box the size of a 3 inch D-ring binder sitting innocently enough on your spot at the table. "He just doesn't give up," you sighed. 'Still, it's a nice change from flowers.'

You still had to get rid of it before the others showed up though. Cautiously undoing the ted lace ribbon on the box, you opened the lid to find soft rose petals cushioning what looked like a brand new World War II French Star Model 14 handgun. "Holy hell…!" "Do you like your gift, mon cher?" "Well, you still managed to get flowers into it somehow," you chided playfully at the Frenchman. "But I love it! How on Earth did you know?"

Francis took the seat beside you and watched with amusement as you thoroughly examined the gun. "A little birdie told me."

Gilbert.

Now the only question was whether or not you should buy him a beer or shove this gigantic box down his throat next time you saw him? "He also told me," he said, taking one of your hands and kissing the back of it gently before smirking at your reddening face. "That ma cheri has very delicate hands." You had to hand it to him.

~Francis certainly knew how to flatter a girl~