Chapter 1
Warnings: Non
Rating: M
I do not own Hetalia!
This is human AU!
...you would not beleive the reserch on France and Paris Im doing for this fic :O
Arthurs POV
Arthur fidgeted with his camera and frowned biting his lip. His boss had sent him to Paris to take photos of many differant things. He had never been to France before and he found the city very beautiful yet simple too. He had taken photos the Eiffel Tower and other amazing landmarks that he could never remember the names of. He was sitting at a local cafe that was only a short walk from his hotel when he got a email from his boss.
Arthur frowned. His boss wanted pictures of that? Arthur sighed and rubbed his temples. He really didnt want to but okay...he payed the check and packed his laptop in his satchel before walking back to his hotel.
Arthur worked for a varity magazine in England. The topics ranged from travel to health to (Arthur shivered) fashion. Thats what his boss wanted him to do next...take pictures of the latest fashion from Paris runways...and the models. Arthur prefered to take photos of non living things...at least intellegent things, he never was good at interacting with people.
Arthur decided after dinner he would go to a small fashion show that night. Arthur ordered room service in his lavish hotel, he could afford anything really on his salary, he ordered a simple salad and glass of water. Arthur had only been in France for a few days, and he really didnt step out of his comfort zone of trying new food, so this was his usual meal.
After dinner he cleaned up and grabbed his best camera before heading out to the nearby small fashion show that was being held. Arthur knew sadly that Paris was most likely the fashion capital of the world, so finding a fashion show on short notice wasnt that hard. He had to pay a little more but he was able to get a seat a little way from the runway, so he could focus his camera better on the models. The director also was able to get Arthur his best model to shot for the next week.
Arthur had a hard time finding a cabine (cab) and ended up late much to his disapointment. The director wouldnt let him near the runway until after the show and Arthur waited in a room in the back for the fashion model he was supposed to photograph that week. He wondered what she looked like...if she was pretty...Arthur nearly pinched himself, of course she had to be to be a model.
When the show was over he heard shoes coming near the door and it opened to reveal the director of the show and a young man Arthur had never seen before. Arthurs jaw nearly hit the floor. The young man was handsome...no gorgeouse! He looked like he was in his early twenties, he had shoulder length blond hair, startling blue eyes and a slightly stubbled chin. He smiled and Arthur stared at the mans perfectly white and amazing smile.
"Bonjour, Etes-vous le photographe que je suis censé répondre?" The man asked and Arthur gave him a confused look. "Excuse me?" Arthur said. "Oh! Un Anglais?" The frenchman smiled even more. "I am Francis Bonnefoy...Your are my photographer oui?" Francis asked and Arthur blinked. This man was the model...Arthur felt like hitting himself, of course the director never said it was specificly a woman...
"Yes..." Arthur said and the director left them alone to see to his other models.
Francis POV
When he woke up that day he knew something good was going to happen. The sun was shining, he didnt feel tired, he had a great breakfest consisting of Pain au chocolat and coffee. He seemed to have his mood lifted the whole day and he couldnt keep the smile of his face.
Francis, unknown to himself until the director told him, was going to be the focus of a photographer from England for a foriegn magazine. When told Francis could hardly contain his excitement but did do a great job on the runway no matter what. He had natural charisma that no one could denie and was often the center of attention of affection from both women and men.
When Francis first got a glimpse of the photographer he felt his heart do summersaults. The Anglais was amazing. He had spiky almost untamed gold hair and a pair of very large dark eyebrows. But Francis was most taken by the mans emerald green eyes. Francis smiled at the mans stare and was happy to have this amazing man photograph him. The man introduced himself as Arthur.
"Well we will begin tomarrow morning..." Arthur said. Francis nodded. "Would you like to have breakfast with me?" Francis asked mentally crossing his fingers. Arthur frowned then smiled a little. "I would love to." Francis wrote down his phone number for Arthur who blushed, and in return gave Francis his mobile number.
"See you tomarrow Mr. Bonnefoy." Arthur said before running out blushing like mad. Francis smiled more. "Bonne nuit beau." Francis whispered his heart already missing the green eyed english man.
So how did I do? See you next chapter! Please comment! The next chapters will be pretty tame.
Bonjour, Etes-vous le photographe que je suis censé répondre - Hello, Are you the photographer that I am supposed to meet
Un Anglais? - An Englishman?
Oui - Yes
Pain au chocolat - Chocolate Bread
Bonne nuit beau - Good Night Handsome
