Hetalia France X England Novels & Stories

Dakota Delaune "What do you mean you're going to make an office in Italy? Silware stays in France!" Franco bursted angrily at Angelo. All of the people in the room turned angrily at Franco and he does have anger problem and he needs to fix it. "Convince me then.." Angelo said to Franco and I could see Franco's father was so fed up. My father even let out a long sigh. "I agree." Suddenly my father stood up and Angelo turned to him. Angelo scoffed coldly and he got up from his seat.

Sure you would. -Insurance. It is the country of love after all. Impossible not to like it. I already hate her . Gael puts his hand on mine again. "You said it, queen, the country of love." He approaches to kiss my cheek. Here you will be conquered by anything and anyone. I understand the hint you're offering me and I hate the attributions you take to get so close to me, and touch me like that, without permission. —France is not called the country of love. The city of Paris is,” Delia clarifies. She bites into her meat and looks at me. A look that I try to understand.

Bianca replied seriously, giving him a firm nod. Till immediately perked up his ears and began to wag his tail. "Oh... I can be very quick, but I don't think this would be appropriate to satisfy my Mate...I mean, Emmanuelle," began Harry. "Quite, it would not be gentlemanly, and we would not want to strain the relationship between France and the U.S.," Bianca said. "Absolutely," agreed Harry, giving her a knowing look. "Some things take skill and preparation time..." Bianca replied, nodding her head in agreement.

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.

“I knew it would work.” Their faces are too close to each other and a little tiptoe would touch their lips together. The same tension was there again and France knows this is a dangerous game he is playing. “France…” “Take responsibility for your words, Lev. Make me yours.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ France never had the need to suppress his voice and yet here is, being a virgin-like boy who’s too shy to even moan while his ass is getting prepared. He’s done this before and yet he really feels embarrassed right now being on all fours like this as Lev is busying himself.

He panted and turned back to look up at her with a leering, bloody smirk. “Don’t you think you should buy me dinner before foreplay?” He chuckled. “I thought you old ones were all about the old ways?” My face heated. What did that mean? Francia grabbed a hand full of hair and jerked his head up. “That wasn’t even a warm-up,” Francia said softly. Her eyes filled with red light. “And if you’d like me not to get serious and beat you into your second afterlife, I’d suggest you answer our questions.”

I glanced at him and saw the look of pride smothered on his face, which baffled me. Why did he have that expression as if my words had brought him delight? It was not as if I was referring to him. "Now I know you did not even protest and dismissed me so easily when Marquis Cantavalle called our engagement..." Warren growled, offended at my words. "Tss!" Britanny scoffed. "Your deceased mate is supposed to be mine in the first place! That includes him! And him!" She pointed at Warren and Niccolo. "Why did you have to steal the man I had come to like, Dominixe?" She saddened her voice before she gripped her rapier sword. "Now, I am getting mad just by seeing your ugly face!" With that, Britann

She asked, curiosity getting the best of her. "Come with me," Dom offered. "Don't boss me around, I know my way around." She said, going back to her hostile tone. _____________ ********* Side Note: 'Fran-anglais' is a jargon we use in my country when someone mixes French and English words in the same sentence. I do not know if it is actually an English word, I have never looked it up, but that's the context in which the term is used where I'm from.

This is not to alarm you but I'm trying to give you reasons although no reason will ever be able to explain why I can't be there taking responsibility. The King of France has decided to hand us an alliance. They have many well trained men for war and necessary war ammunitions in conclusion France is a big enough country/Kingdom to take Germany and Greece down. To make this alliance stronger than ever, The King of France requests of me to marry his daughter... Princess Amelia.