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Oooh Awkward

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Oooh Awkward

France(Francis)xReader

PG-13(VERY MILD swearing/adult themes)

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     In all honesty you really should have seen this coming.  After only the second date you willingly let him have his manly way with you.  It wasn't like you were a floozy or anything either, he just charmed his way into your pants.

Damn French people.

Angrily you scanned the empty room, trying to find some evidence that you weren't just a quick fling.  Unfortunately your room was deserted as pool in the winter.  So that lifted your spirit.  This was the first time you were abandoned after sex, and it made you feel dirty, cheep, and used.  

To make things worse, you were late for work.  After contemplating calling in sick, you decided to just go.  It was better than just staying home moping about what a filthy whore you were and eating ice-cream.  You could do that after work.  

The more you thought about it the worse you felt.  You couldn't even pay the victim card, you weren't raped and even though he initiated sex were actually quite happy to oblige.

Fucking French people.  

Ignoring your uptight co-worker's glare and your other co-worker's concerned glance, you strolled into the back and got ready to wait on people.  Yes, you were a waitress in a cute restaurant not too far from were you lived.  Normally it was a nice job that you didn't mind, but right now you wanted to kill somebody.  

And that certain somebody just happened walked through the door.  With a date.  It was three o'clock the day after he slept with you and he already had someone else lined up?!  Your co-worker was about to go greet them and take thier order but was stopped by your voice.

"Oh no, they're mine."  

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"Hello, may I take your order?"  You smiled sickeningly sweet.  Francis's eyes displayed shock and discomfort, which you couldn't help but grin at.  

"Merde, why does God not love me?"  He muttered quietly.  His date remained oblivious.  

"Yeah!  I'll just have some coffee please, two sugars, no milk, and whipped cream on the top."  You scribbled the order down smiling at her.

"And for you Francis?"  The man cringed, knowing what was to come.  

"Oh, do you come here a lot?"  The girl asked, not suspecting any evil a foot.  Before Francis had the chance to cover up you answered for him.  

"Oh, no.  He's never been here before."  You giggle was half for affect and half genuine.  

"How do you know her?"  Looks like Miss Next-target was catching on.  While Francis tried to explain you slipped away to get her coffee.

-()-()-()-

Happy as a vengeful clam, you came back out with the girl's coffee.  You added a little extra whipped cream for being a pawn in your plan.  Your happiness shattered however, when you saw the two talking and laughing like nothing was wrong.  You hid behind a plant to spy on them.  

You couldn't believe it, he actually did sweet talk his way out of it!  It was that damn french accent wasn't it?  Curse those accents to hell!  Both you and that lady were prey to them.  Not to mention countless others, no doubt.  She got up to use the bathroom and you slid into her spot.  

"What the hell?"  The words immediately spilled out of your mouth.  Francis was a bit shocked at your actions, but then his face melted into a more apologetic expression.

"Ma cherie..."

"Don't give me that!  How are you able to just get girls to like you?  I don't even understand!  It's not just because your French, the stuble?  Your eyes?  The fact you flirt non-stop?"  

"What did you like best?"  Francis smiled and leaned down on the table.  You glared, that was the wrong thing to ask.  Because you liked all three of those things.   And liking those things made you angry.  Oh so angry.

"So, what are you talking about?"  Whoops, his date was back.

"Nothing much," you calmly stated as you let her sit back down, "just the fact that we slept together last night."  Oh if looks could kill, Francis's date glared at him with enough venom to send a professional wrestler running.  "Talk yourself out of this one."  You whispered to him as you left.

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Turns out, Francis can't talk his way out of anything.  After a few minutes of trying he gave up and just explained what happened.  She threw her coffee at him.  

"I should have made this extra hot instead of extra whipped cream," you mused as you wiped some whipped cream off his face with your index finger and stuck it in your mouth.  You were sitting across from him again, to gloat.

"You know cherie, you are the first one to get revenge on me."  

"Well that's what happens when you go to the restaurant your one night stand works at."   

"Ohonhon, perhaps do you think it is destiny that we met again?"  You snorted at his comment.

"You're going to have to try a lot harder to get with me again."  While you walked away you couldn't help a smirk stretch across your face.  His move.

"Challenge accepted amour."
The last member of BBT has his own one-shot! I actually like this one, the after sex confrontation is plot point that I certainly haven't seen before. Plus nothing like revenge, am I right?

Alternet Titles:
"Revenge is Sweet"
"An Odd Type of Sexual Tension"

I ended up using "Oooh Awkward" because it's so damn funny xD The second alt is pretty funny too though

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Translations:
Merde: Shit
Ma cherie: My dear
Amour: Love
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Pyro: well france, meet your match, a vengeful plotting girl!
Fra: Ohonhonhon~ it seems that I have my work cut out for moi
Pyro: Yea...good luck with that


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Rebeccaesque's avatar
That's right, France. BRING IT.