Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

Alphonse who was a moment ago beside the window, was now standing beside her and trying to figure Francis's mood that seemed indecipherable. Knowing that this subject had always been delicate for him, he feared that anger would prevail over him and that he would attack her not physically of course, but in any way possible. Francis didn't move or look away from her, as if he was trying to study her intentions. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth before he answered, "That's... obviously because she is a witch." At his sarcastic response, her eyes widened in surprise and a part of her knew that this may have been the reason but deep inside she wished that it wouldn't be the case.

"We haven't introduced ourselves yet—I'm Francia Dunn." "I'm Afael," he replied, giving her a flirtatious smile. Damn. "And they are my brothers, Basael and Kanael." "She's flirting with them," grumbled Alessa, irritated. "Kanael is mine." Karina rolled her eyes. I diverted my gaze, not wanting to look... upset watching the scene. Watching how Afael was flirting with Francia. "Would you like something else?" I said, getting up. My milkshake had already finished. They shook their heads, paying too much attention to what Francia, the country-named girl, had to say. I walked towards the counter, feeling eyes on me.

His tone told me all I needed to know. “Your brother is in Vegas getting married, at this very moment, to a woman he has barely known for six months.” “What the hell? Who is she?” “I don't have full details on her, but I think she's a student. Her name is Carla.” “The taco girl?” “Yes,” I confirmed. “What the hell is wrong with Francis?” “How do you know her?” “He has mentioned her a few times. He cannot stop talking about her.” “I know.” I agreed, I heard him take in a deep breath, and I could imagine him pinching his forehead with two of his fingers.

Francis let out a laugh, seeing that she wasn't responding as he said, “ Go get the glass dildo.” “ Fuck her until she bleeds.”

I bit my lower lip before whispering to Dominic, "Just take it as a compliment." "You never fail to amuse me, wife," Dominic whispered back. Just as I thought things were starting to calm down, one of Dominic's security guards came in. "Sir." Dominic looked at his man and gave a slight nod, indicating for him to say whatever he wanted to say. "Young Master Francis Hemenez is outside." I felt my stomach drop. What is Francis doing here now? I looked at Dominic, whose expression immediately darkened. "He's accompanied by Ms. Anna Cruz."

Francis began to talk. “No!” I interrupted him immediately. Francis looked at me and sighed, “Angel, don’t be silly. You’re going to be his mate. Don’t you want to know more about him?” “Speaking of which, Francis, what were you doing just then? I’ll tell your alpha when I meet him that you made a move on me. Francis, you’re done!” I said threateningly.

I say, nodding and trying to hide my smirk. “I’m Francis.” One of them says, stepping forward with a warm welcoming smile on his face as he sticks his hand out in my direction. His dark hair is a mess and his shirt is wrinkled, but his smile is pleasant and his eyes gentle. “You’re the beta?” I guess as he smiles largely.

A sinister smile played upon Francis's lips. "You should have known, Leena. You should have known how much I desire Leia. And yet, you dared to take her from me." Francis's voice was angry, striking Leena hard with his words. She trembled at his outburst. Francis's hand transformed into a claw, and before Leena could shift into her beastly form for protection, Francis ruthlessly ripped her throat open.

Instead, he met the child and bent over to talk to him as the Count and the others hunt on. ‘Hello there, little one.’ Hadrian greeted in a gentle voice. ‘What’s your name?’ ‘I’m Simcha.’ The child answered, one of the men chuckled as Hadrian smiled kindly. ‘Hi, Simcha. I am Francis. Nice to meet you.’ The child smiled at Hadrian, and they talked for a while. When the Count and his friends cannot find any more foxes to hunt, they left to go back to the mansion. Hadrian parted with the others to go back to the study as Albert and Anton followed him where they caught him sitting on the chair and looking out the window.

Helena’s ex. “You,” I growled, still trying to free my hands, feeling the rawness of my skin. “You did this?” Francis’s dark eyes gleamed with a strange mix of satisfaction and malice. He walked in slowly, dragging a chair and setting it directly in front of me. He straddled it, staring me down, a wicked smirk pulling at his lips. He looked different—more dangerous, with his long hair tied back by a bandana, giving his face a hardness I hadn’t seen before.