Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

Francis couldn't keep the bitterness out his voice as he enquired about Femi. "Hello there. I'm Femi, the boyfriend." Femi extended his hand for a handshake but Francis was having none of it. "When did this happen?" Francis asked, glaring at Jordan. "When did that happen?" Jordan asked, pointing at the general direction of the heavily pregnant woman that accompanied Francis.

Introduce it to us. "Hello, Lady Ruth and Lord Jimin! My name is Franco, from Tierraguzam." Franco was introduced here. "Hi! My name is Alice, from Veneesha." Alice introduced herself. "My name is Jules, from Kaimera." Jules introduced himself. "Denver, from Litheo," Denver answered lazily. I didn't speak. I waited for someone to speak but no one followed. Alucard and Clint didn't introduce themselves because they seemed to know the two. So I will speak.

Putting his palm in his head, Francis let out a deep sigh. “Why? Rocco, why?...” Asking himself, Francis can’t find the right answer in his question. Either way, the only thing to know the truth is ask him directly. Holding the keys he got from his desk, he clench it in his palm. *** “That’s it?” Hera asked as she let go of the shirt of the man she just make unconscious. Looking at the other person who still have his consciousness, she smiled. “Nice, nice.”

Lucas smiled faintly instead, and his stunning face looked carefree as he looked at Francis faintly, and said, “Tell me about it. I really wish to know what the outcome is.” Lyn was starting to feel worried. After all, Francis was the grandson to the fourth leader of the God Sword Organization. ‘If Lucas injures Francis…’ The thought of it made Lyn pull onto Lucas’ sleeve and say to the latter, “Lucas, why not just forget about it.” “Forget about it?” Francis smiled coldly when he heard what Lyn said. “You think of just getting away after offending me, Francis Max?” It had been a few years since Lucas traveled to this world. However, he always could not understand a matter, and that was why

He cracked a radiant smile and took the initiative to greet her, “Hello, Allana. I’m Francis Rogers. Call me Frank.” Allana did not react much to Francis’s enthusiasm, but she nodded nonchalantly and greeted him with a ‘hello’. Francis furrowed his brows ever so slightly for a moment. As the hottest guy in his university, he had lost count of how many women had a crush on him. He could get any woman he wanted, including the prettiest girl in their university. He had never encountered a woman who treated him so coldly.

"Oh, good idea! Anna was just telling me about how cold she is. However, you shouldn't worry about me I have a strong immune system and the cold won't bother me much unless I spend the whole night outside." I give him my usual smile, the kind of friendly smile when I know that someone could be a real friend and having his warriors helping my brother deserve to earn that. "Let's go, I will walk you both inside before I do my errands today." I nodded and followed him with Anna beside me. Alpha Francis is tall, with pale skin and a well-balanced physique I don't see anything wrong with him and was wondering why at his age he is not able to find his mate. His mother specifically mentioned the nu

She kept looking at all of us like she was in a room full of strangers. After we ate, Alejandro and I led Frances to the sitting room. Lucian, Giovanni, and Deniro followed. Frances immediately frowned. “Why are all these men here?” she asked. “I don’t know them. I don’t feel comfortable.” Lucian stepped forward. He lifted his shirt, revealing the fresh scar across his stomach. “My name is Alpha Lucian of Silver Claw Pack,” he said firmly. “I was your husband’s ally and business partner. And your husband did this to me.”

"Where are we meeting next, then?" Francis let his eyes close, his thumb tracing the seam of his pants. "The regular place." "Okay... love you," Henrietta breathed out, her words breaking over the steady, pulsing drone of the toy. "Mine is a thousand over a hundred, and you know it," Francis replied smoothly, a wicked grin spreading across his face, though he knew the game by heart now. She was fishing for the word. If he didn't say it, she'd cut the call right before he got what he wanted.

“Are you alright? Did anyone follow you home? Are you safe—” “Francis, why are you asking me this?” A small hint of irritation echoed in my voice. “I’m safe, I’m in my parents’ house.” I don’t know if he’s angry or worried or scared. Perhaps all of the above. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “Oh, thank the Moon Goddess!” he blurted and I could see him putting a hand on his chest in relief. “I told you this morning, Francis. Nothing on earth can change my decision. I’m still working abroad. The Alpha...he doesn’t own me nor I’m still his girlfriend. He’s just hesitant to admit that he’s single now, probably to refrain from chaos from his fanatics.”

"I promise that I will be faithful to my liege, to never cause any harm, and observe my homage to our highness, all in good faith and without deceit. My fidelity will be unbroken... with god as my witness." "...as you, our highness give greatness to our country, it will be a tremendous honour for me to be allowed o stand next to you." He continued. "I accept." Prince Alistair said. "You may rise." And Francis did. "Scholar Francis...." Queen Helena said with a smile. "Serve the palace and our country with all your might." Scholar Francis nodded. "I was born to serve you..." He said with sincerity. And the Queen gave him a satisfied smile.