Hetalia France X England Novels & Stories

] Louis said and reaching out pulled her to her feet and held her tightly in his arms she gasped in surprise and tried to struggle free, ‘Tu l’aimes comme cette petite pute anglaise?’ [You like it like this little English whore?] Leon was behind her pressing against her as Louis held her still, ‘Non non, stop, il faut arrête.r‘ [No no, stop, you must stop] She told them her hands pushing ineffectively against his hard chest, ‘Je ne pense pas que vous vouliez dire cela.’ [I don’t think you mean that]

“We both did, tesoro. Now France is ours too.” The talks had dragged, but the deal was ironclad. As Henri’s car sped toward Verona’s airport, Dante and I retreated to the study’s couch, his arm around me. “France is a big move,” he said, voice low. “You sure about this, principessa?” I nodded, leaning into him. “Henri’s hungry for power, but he’s smart. This alliance gives us a foothold abroad, and those earpieces? They’ll keep him loyal. For now.”

“She speaks French? Why didn’t you say anything, Fi?” “I thought it would be funny, I’m sorry.” Fi comes over to her, hugging Sammy from behind and kissing her on the cheek. “She’s French, Sammy.” Fi and Sammy had changed out of their evening wear and were now in matching soft pale grey trousers and sweatshirts in pale blue. “Yeah, I understood all of that, and you can do all of that and more, once I have my answers from him.” Celine responds in English. George frowns,

I am Jean from Channel 9 -” “I haven’t seen you before,” Hailey pointed. “I’m new,” Guillaume replied, then gave Hailey a sexy grin. “And hot! Plus, I like your accent and your name,” Hailey remarked. “What can I do for you?” “I am French. Channel 9 is giving its viewers… a taste of French men,” Guillaume suggested. Hailey giggled and responded, “Well, I’ve tasted a French man and it was hot.”

she smiled, trying to play along. “Anna Steel.” France beamed, he was perfect. Everything about him was perfect, even her middle name was perfect in his lips. “Yes.” “Do not forget our date.” “I don’t think I’m up for it anymore,” Raven teases, waiting patiently for his reaction. “I can tell when you’re lying,” he chuckled. “I have to go now.” Suddenly, she wasn’t happy anymore. “I love you.” France muttered before ending the call. ***^^^^**^ Thanks for reading! Incase you’re wondering, this book is gradually coming to an end. Kindly ignore my typos. Xoxo.

I whispered before opening my eyes and looking back at the screen. A little later, I got up because I had to pick up France. I needed to shower and get dressed. --- Later at France's school, the children were having fun in a classroom, throwing paper and climbing on chairs. France was currently laughing with his friends surrounding his table, while several girls suddenly confessed to the young boy. "No, I'm not interested in you," France said flatly. The girl’s eyes widened, and she asked how she could get his interest. France smiled sweetly and said he would only be interested in a girl if she looked as good as his mommy.

Turning to face the guy who was grinning at her like a Cheshire cat, Angelina smiled before she responded, "Hello, English guy with the blondest hair!" "Nah, I'm not English. I'm a hundred percent Frenchman, born and bred in England!" "Doesn't that make you an English guy? Even your accent speaks volumes of that." "Well, if you say that, beau! (handsome). French by blood, English by heart!" Angelina chuckled as Ethan winked at her before she replied, "Oh no, I would say English by citizenship and French by heart because you're so…so…"

She knew Spain and France were allies and hopefully, after this, Portugal would be on the table. Later that night, she was sitting with Felipe writing a letter to Louis asking him if he was coming t the coronation and if he thought he could get Italy on board. She was almost sure they would. Spain and France were catholic and England was protestant. That right there should be enough to convince them.

Chapter 70 "FRANC—" Heart couldn't finish her sentence as Franco suddenly kissed her, his hand holding the back of her neck tightly. "Kiss me back or I'll stab you, mistress," he said with an angry tone, and her entire system froze with fear. She let out a whimper and was trembling. She held onto his shoulders while closing her eyes, obeying his command though she was retching. Franco grinned with a sound, and she couldn't move while she felt the weapon against her back.

Fae hardly had the first syllable of protest out before Ella hung up on her. She quickly pulled up her web browser and searched for the article in question. Sure enough, there it was. The headline said, “Frenchman Gets Cozy with the Mysterious Montague.” Swearing beneath her breath, Ella read through the article. It was short. Basically, it said that the two were spotted having drinks at Chavet, but that it was obvious they were seeing each other by the way they were touching each other and kept kissing! The last two words made a fire burn inside of her. She hadn’t let that disgusting pig kiss her even once! On the cheek didn’t count!