Francis Hetalia Novels & Stories

Trista’s POV “Monsieur Alpha Liam,” the man said, reaching for Liam’s hand. He took Liam’s hands in his and shook them. Then he leaned in and air kissed Liam on either cheek. “Tres wonderful! I am Alpha Lemone, of the Dove Song Pack in France. We are so honored to be here.” “Ahem,” the girl beside him said, batting her eyelashes at Liam.

Francis caressed the eagle's head on his cane, "General, you can consider me an ordinary observer." "I admit, her pheromones smell quite beautiful. As an Alpha, it's indeed hard to resist such a sweet Omega—" Upon meeting Caesar's gaze, Francis smiled and said, "I mean no harm. May I finish my sentence?" Caesar curtly replied, "Less nonsense."

“Do you remember back then? Do you want rogues to enter the territory again?” The truth was undeniable. The memory of our borders breached, of screams echoing through the trees, still lived in me. The cost of weakness was too high. “We need to suppress them at the borders so the people don’t panic.” Francis’s smirk faltered. He bit his lip, eyes narrowing with something that looked like regret. He clicked his tongue, but didn’t argue. “Fine, Alpha,” he muttered. He pulled his arm away from me. “I’m going to eat then,” he said. “My mate’s making dessert.”

He was standing at my side, and he’s clearly annoyed. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you’re with someone!” he immediately stood up and faced Aries. “By the way, I’m Francis, Nola’s childhood friend,” Francis introduced himself and offered to shake hands with him, but the snobbish Aries just look at his hand. What and asshole.

He could attack but that would be a very stupid move of him, instead he decided to run away for now even with his hurt shoulder. Francis wondered who those men could be. He knew they couldn't be from the kingdom of Levine, neither the already conquered kingdoms of Darkards and Somia. It meant another kingdom was after him too and had waited for the perfect opportunity to strike him down. While running, Ella cried, pleading to him that she didn't want to die while watching his arms bleed. "Francis are you alright?" She asked whilst in tears. "I'm fine sweetheart," he said, putting her down on a rock, once he noticed they were no longer followed.

"Are you risking court martial for this?" Lukas released a deep sigh as Francis dismissed their subordinates, who saluted and walked away. The other 666IB personnel around shot them a curious glance but they went on with their business as usual. He reclined, touching his sore knuckles that were stained with blood that belonged to the cultist and his. "I guess you should have that checked." Francis nodded at his bruised hand. "Let me accompany you." "I think I can manage," Lukas replied. Aside from Alice, Francis was one of his closest friends within the Battalion. The latter knew him, from mannerisms alone and even his family in his previous life. The man simply stared at him as he began to

“But no, it’s not a divine power like you’re thinking. It’s just because that last time she said some words to me, I almost felt my death coming.” I didn’t get what he said that’s why I just rolled my eyes. Whatever reminiscence he has now, I don’t care. Oh yeah. This one actually believes that I am the Fajra he knows. That I am the princess of the kingdom Zunumbra that he’s saying and that I'm destined to free my nation Amare. Wow, I can't believe I remembered all that. "You know what? In fairness to you, you can write a good book. Children will like your stories.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Give yourself a little credit, Liam. You are doing things because you want to, not because you think I want you to.” “Alpha,” a deep voice says from behind me and I groan, closing my eyes tight. Francis. The one guy who might deserve my apology more than anyone else. I spin slowly and he eyes me warily, waiting for Wade to respond. “Ah, Francis. This is Adriana. Adriana, this is Francis. She is Liam’s mate.” “It is nice to meet you, Adriana. I have heard wonderful things from Axel about you. Liam.” he says, giving me a curt nod.

I smack him and frown at him. "How's your day?" "Fine," I told him coldly. "Don't be so cold, dear." "Maybe your friends are hungry," I said. "I'm hungry!" Francis said. "I never got a chance to eat well because of a horny group of females." I laughed at his good sense of humor.