France x Reader - Saved by the Date
Well, isn't this wonderful, you thought. Ivan Braginski was asking you out to dinner. Yeah, you had a small crush on the guy, but you had a good reason for not wanting to, Natalia, his psycho sister. Let's just say all of Ivan's former dates ended with Natalia sending them to the Hospital. Plus, someone else had your attention, a certain Frenchman.
You, like all the other poor girls in your school, had fallen for Francis Bonnefoy. You didn't let him know that though. You also waved off his advances, waiting for a time of privacy to go all mushy. You were, in a way, playing hard to get. It just made him want you more, and let's just say, that's what you wanted.
"Listen, Ivan."
"Da?" he smiled, with his slightly creepy aura.
"I...I," you stuttered.
"Have a date with moi tonight!"
An arm snaked around your waist as a kiss was placed on your cheek. You looked up to see your favorite Frenchman.
"Oh, really?" Ivan asked in disbelief.
"Oui," Francis smirked.
"Oh," Ivan said, disheartened, "I'll...um...be seeing you, da?" Your heart broke for the forever alone Ivan.
"You can let go of my waist now," you said emotionless.
"Why? Don't you like moi?" He smirked, pulling you close. Not even a single hair could fall between you two.
"Now what are you doing?" you groaned.
"Telling you I'll pick you up at seven."
"What?" Disbelief saturated your voice.
"Ivan will probably go out tonight," he explained. "If he sees us out, we won't have to move to another country and change our names."
You glared at the smirking Frenchman as he removed his arm and walked away.
"See you at seven," he called, "ma belle fleur."
As soon as he was far enough away, you smiled.
"I have a date!"