I'm In Love With a Frog - France x Reader

You smiled happily as the sun shone through the leaves of the giant elder tree, casting beautiful little specks of light to fall over your skin. You placed your book down for just a moment to appreciate how beautiful nature was. The air was filled with the smell of fresh roses, monarch butterflies fluttered elegantly about, and the weather was neither too hot or cold. Everything right now felt so perfect, so in tune and harmonious. Your older brother's garden had to be your most favorite place in the world right now.

In the distance, a male voice hummed a light tune happily. You became so drawn to the voice that you forgot all about the music of the blue robins beside you and stood up to see who that majestic voice belonged to. You have never felt so entranced by something in your life - it was hypnotizing!

"Je l’aime à mourir," the voice sung softly.

"Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres
Pour être si forte aujourd’hui
Elle a dû faire toutes les guerres
De la vie, et l’amour aussi ooh~"

Your heart felt like it stopped beating for a moment when you finally spotted the owner of the angelic voice; a tall man with blond hair just above his shoulders, deep purple eyes that sparkled like jewels, and a smile that made your heart flutter like none ever did before.

"Blimey…" You breathed out in awe as you watched him enjoy a glass of wine. This man looked absolutely perfect! If there was such a thing as love at first sight, this had to be it no doubt.

But there was just one little problem.

"Shut your singing frog face I can't concentrate!" Your brother, Arthur, yelled from the second floor balcony of his room.

"Ohohohohon! My singing is just too beautiful to ignore no?" Francis, the man you've been stalking earlier your neighbor, laughed loudly.

You crept behind the rose bushes so that neither of them would spot your presence. Yup, that was the problem right there.

"FROG FACE!"

"TEA SUCKER!"

"HOW DARE YOU!"

"OHOHOHOHOHON IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO ANGLETERRE? YOUR COMEBACKS SUCK SO MUCH THAT YOU DON'T EVEN NEED A STRAW!"

"W-WELL YOUR HAIR IS SO LONG THAT YOU LOOK LIKE A HORSE THAT NEEDS A HAIRCUT!"

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A COMPLEMENT. YOU S-U-C-K. I WIN!"

"I DO NOT SUCK! BULLOCKS, GO TO BLOODY HELL!!"

The garden, which was a safe haven just a while ago, suddenly became chaotic arguing ground on who can shout the loudest and give the best comebacks. You crawled back to your bench and hid your face behind your book. The problem is that you have fallen head over heels for the Frenchman. Which is quite surprising because you and Arthur hated his guts, but not the kind of hate where you want him to jump off a cliff, it's more like the friend kind of hate. Over the years, you've made a U-turn and came to take a liking towards Francis. You liked the way he was so nice, the way he was honest, kind, funny, a bit corny and flirty, but man did he cook some great stuff! Usually, you would join in the fight with Arthur, but now that you've become a young woman, you decided to step out because let's face it, you were not going to steal the heart of your neighbor by fighting with him and calling him frog face.

You sighed. What was a young British girl supposed to do in a situation like this?

"I need to find a way to get closer to him," you mumbled to yourself. Like your brother, when you settled your eyes on something, you were stubborn as hell when it came to achieving that goal.

The garden was peaceful once again. You peeked over the rose bushes and spotted Francis enjoying a magazine. So your first instinct was…

"MON DIEU!" Francis screamed as a book nearly whacked him on the face.

"Arthur!" You exclaimed in the distance and ran over to the small gate that separated your gardens. "I am so sorry Francis, Arthur just suddenly decided to throw a book at you. I hope you're not hurt?"

Francis picked up the book and walked over to you "No, I'm fine ma chere because Arthur has terrible aiming."

"Oh that's a relief!" You sighed, placing a hand on your chest.

Secretly on the inside, you were laughing and smirking like the little devil you were at your flawless plan. Framing your big brother was always a good idea!

"What are you doing on this fine evening?" Francis asked as he passed the book over to you.

You thanked him, "I'm just reading and drinking some tea, and you?"

"Ah, same ma chere. Except we French drink wine not tea."

"Well, that would explain why Arthur can't handle his alcohol," you shrugged earning a chuckle from him.


But wait just a minute.


Was he implying that because you're British, you can't hold your liquor? BULLOCKS.

"I can hold my liquor!" You exclaimed eagerly, thinking that he would find it attractive.

Francis looked at you in shock at your sudden outburst and suppressed a laugh, "Ma chere, have you even tried drinking?"

Your face flushed, "Of course I have! Don't you see Allistair drinking almost every day at the bar? Sometimes I join him!"

"I thought that was because you were his designated driver?" Francis asked in a teasing voice.

"..."

"......"

"A-Anyyyywaaaaays" You laughed nervously "I…uh…"

Well, he wasn't wrong on that point. And who cares if you were worse at holding your alcohol than Arthur? He doesn't need to know that!

Your cheeks became flushed as you stumbled over what to say next.

"You know, you're a lot like your brother now that I think about it," Francis rubbed his chin as he observed you closely.

You had to restrain yourself from jumping onto the Frenchman in front of you. God, he reeks of sexy cologne.

"Uh...I don't know if I should take that as a good thing or a bad thing?"

He laughed, "Don't worry, it's good. Even if Arthur and I might never admit it, we don't actually hate each other."

Well GREAT. You remind him of Arthur! Now he's  never going to look at you as a girl ever again!

"You both really look alike, same manners, same way of speaking, similar style in clothes and hobbies," France pointed out. With each point he makes you couldn't help but feel like Raivis being crushed by Ivan.

...And you couldn't help but raise a hand to touch your eyebrows. You did remember to pluck today right? Goodness, those things grow faster than Alfred's Chia plants!

"And you're both terrible at awkward when it comes to your feelings."

You darted your eyes to him in surprise, "W-What?"

"(Name), I can tell you know," Francis laughed. "You're painfully obvious."

"...tell...what?" you asked fearing the worst.

"That you like me."

Your face erupted into a deep shade of red.

"WH-WHAT?!" You stuttered out in embarrassment. "I-I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Keep denying it (Name)~ I know you do."

"I do NOT you damn frog!" you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth.

Oops, that wasn't supposed to slip out.

"Where's your proof?" You loved him, but he was he getting on your nerves.

Francis chuckled and pointed at your book, "First off, since when did Arthur like Princess Diaries?"

Well damn. Looks your plan wasn't so perfect after all.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment, "Y-You don't know it, but Arthur secretly loves reading girly books!"

Francis let out a light laugh and smiled, "You don't have to hide it (Name), I've known for years already and to be honest..."

"-Forget it!" You exclaimed and glared up at him. "I-I know what you're going to say anyway!"

He blinked in surprise, "You do?"

You let out a sigh. He said it himself that you reminded him of Arthur. After hearing that, it was obvious that he wasn't interested in your silly puppy love.

"Y-You don't think of me that way, I get it. I look and act too much like my brother so there's no way that you could ever like me as much as I like you."

There was a moment of silence before he spoke up.

"(Name)."

The blush on your cheeks intensified with each word, "We're too different anyways! And you always see me as a kid so it's out of the question."

"(Name)."

" A-And besides, you would look much better with a mature, trendy girl by your side not someone as old fashioned as I am."

"(Name)!" He gently shook your shoulders, successfully catching your attention.

"Bloody- What?!" You fumed, "I'm trying to talk!"

The serious Francis quickly dissolved as he broke out in laughter. You crossed your arms insecurely and glared at him, "What are you laughing about?"

"There's that infamous temper~" He tapped the tip of your nose, causing you to get all flustered and angry like a certain Brit. "(Name), I've never thought that way about you once."

"REALLY?!?"

Wait, that sounded too eager. You gotta play it cool (Name)! Play it cool!

You cleared your throat and quickly regained your composure, "I-I mean, oh really?"

"Oui~" He smiled and took a step closer to you.

"Ahahaha...well okay," you laughed nervously taking a step back only to have him take another step forward.

"You know what that means don't you?"

"...It means that...uh...er..." You racked your brain for an answer. It was obvious what he was going to do next. He was going to kiss you! Praise the Queen, the man of your dreams was actually going to kiss you! Oh yeah baby, French kiss or what? You shut your eyes tight and waited for the magic and fireworks to happen until,

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?"

Your eyes snapped open as you glanced over at Arthur in horror. France gave him a wave as you scrambled and tumbled away from him, "Oh bonjour Arthur~"

"DON'T BONZUUUURE ME WANKER! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU DOING TO (NAME)?!" Arthur fumed and stomped his way over to him.

"It's not what you think Arthur!" you exclaimed.

"Oui! It's not what you think because it was so much more than that~" Francis chuckled darkly.

You and Arthur froze as your faces turned tomato red at his statement. "It is no-"

"YOU DIRTY BASTARD!"

"BUSHY BROWS"

"FROG BREATH"

"YOU COULDN'T BAKE SCONES TO SAVE YOUR LIFE"

"YOU WANKER, MY MUM MADE THAT RECIPE!"

You sighed and plopped down on the nearest chair, "This is going to take a while."