Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

“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.

Sean did not stop at introducing himself, even giving her a rundown of his family history. Xara was unimpressed. Francis smiled, saying, “Bro, she’s Xara Hill, my girlfriend.” Xara’s face darkened. “Get over yourself, Francis. No one’s your girlfriend here.” “You might not be my girlfriend now, but one day you will be.” Francis was shameless. He said breezily, “Sooner or later, you’ll be my girlfriend.”

Alpha Francis replied with a sneer, he looked at Alexander with complete disdain. “That’s me I assume?” Alexander said his irritation was obvious, even from here I could see the purple flashes in his eyes. I knew how powerful his wolf Hydra was, as soon as Alex had the answers he needed he would be tearing Francis limb from limb. “You don’t realise how you’re holding Helena back!” “Don’t you even mention her name!” he barked, stepping forward in anger towards him.

as I passed him dishes and plates to fill him up, giving him smiles and happy looks as we made small talk with the table. “Thank you, Helena,” he answered, his voice softening. “Are you happy to leave tonight now our business is concluded?” “I am yes thank you” No bother, no fuss Fyre rumbled away in the back of my mind, this is how we work now. “Alpha Francis has kindly offered me to take the young servant girl who aided me last night, might she accompany us back home as my lady-in-waiting? I would like to have some more appropriate company back in Silver City and do find her very pleasant. I didn’t want to accept without your approval Bram?” I tried to avoid Alpha Francis’ eyes for fear he

"Not now Franco. I am in pain, anger and hate. I want to kill," "Anyone in mind lord?" Franco asked. "An Alpha" ******

“If you utter this to anyone, I’ll behead you before the alpha even gets the chance.” Francis raised his hands in mock surrender. “My mouth is sealed. Go on. What’s happening?” I exhaled slowly, trying to contain the surge of emotions threatening to spill over. “There’s… a female in the pack.” Francis blinked, and then a laugh erupted from him, loud and incredulous. “You’re seeing things, Eran. You’re losing it!” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the front of his collar in frustration. “Have I ever joked with you, Francis? Ever?” I asked, my voice tight with disbelief.

She still harbored dreams of marrying the man, or at the very least, possessing him once. "Hehe..." Francis let out a confident chuckle. He arched an eyebrow, his gaze challenging. "Amanda, since we were kids, has there ever been anything I wanted that I didn't get?" Joey fell silent. "So, what’s the next move?" She watched as Francis twirled a small vial of serum between his fingers, a faint, elegant curve touching his lips. He was a man who didn't understand the word 'no.' "Don't worry, I’ll handle it. You just keep doing what you’re doing. Just remember—don't mention those two names in public. I don't need you slipping up and exposing us." With that, Francis stood and walked out.

"You can only have it for a day." Francis' eyes widened. He grinned. "Yeah, cool. By the way, who's this girl?" His eyes went down in my direction. He had that curious look on his face. "You've never introduced us to your girls before—" "She's Hassan. One of my students."

I said and he nodded. Cristainternational needs me and I won’t spend my time on irrelevant things like Francis. Francis smiled. He leaned against the edge of my desk, his fingers brushing the bouquet he’d brought earlier. “Come on, sweetheart. I know Harrington needs you but you’re working yourself to the bone. Let me take care of you tonight.” Already turning back to my computer, I replied. “We’ll see some other time.”