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[fanfic] France/Monaco drabble
Title: France/Monaco misfire fill
Author: sunset_rays
Pairings: France/Monaco, mention of US/UK
Rating: G
Genre: slice-of-life, drabble (600 words), comedy
Warnings: none
Summary: France gets distracted while getting ready for his date.
A little something I wrote for the kink meme, as a spur-of-the-moment misfire fill. De-anoning. I hope you like!
Is this the first Monaco fanfic posted to the comm? :D woohoo
France stood in front of his full-length mirror, tying his tie and finishing his preparations for his special date that night. The evening sunlight slanted in through the blinds of his window and cast a reddish-orange glow in the room.
Stepping over to his desk, France picked up his bottle of cologne and accidentally bumped into his laptop. It woke up from its dark screen hibernation, revealing a webpage which he was inclined to frequent every so often when the mood inspired him for some different, literary entertainment. I will need to buy a new bottle, I'm running low, France hummed as he glancing pensively at the text on the screen. He began to apply the cologne to his pulse points.
Capping and putting down the bottle, France pressed the F5 button on a whim. He pulled out his chair and sat down to slip on his shoes quickly, the black leather polished to a gleam. The kink meme page on his computer refreshed and a brand new request pop up. He noticed it was long and descriptive.
This looks like the OP put a lot of time and effort into setting it up. His eyes were caught by the title, A Dark UKxUS hmm? and he leaned in closer to skim the rest of the prompt. One always had to be aware of ways to taunt his long-term rival. He chuckled at the amount of amazing romantic convolutions it contained to torture that bushy-browed rosbif with. His lips curled up into an amused grin, a bright devilish twinkle in his eye.
A sudden knocking on the door interrupted his spur-of-the-moment fantasy and he startled. A female voice called out softly. "Êtes-vous prêt, France?"
"Oui oui, ma cherie, un moment s'il vous plaît." He stood up and quickly reached for his jacket which was lying across the back of his chair. Pushing his arms through the sleeves, he arranged his collar on top of his lapels. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair to arrange the flowing golden curls adequately. Turning toward the door, he stopped short. Biting his lip, he looked back at the computer, sitting innocently on his desk.
"Merde," he cursed, guiltily casting a glance at the door. He hurried to his keyboard and in a rush quickly typed in
O.o my god seconded
and hit enter before snapping the lid of his laptop closed. This was one request he couldn't pass up without seconding. Hm-hm. Assured that there was a good chance he might come home to a hilarious fill to laugh at later that night, if his current plans didn't work out quite to his expectations, he smartly turned on his heels and purposefully walked toward the door, where his lovely date awaited.
France snatched up his keys and wallet along with a lush red rose from the vase on his countertop, and stepped outside. It wouldn't do to keep a lady waiting, after all.
"Tu es très belle ce soir, Monaco." The Frenchman appreciatively murmured as he greeted the petite brunette with an impromptu kiss, smoothing away her put-upon frown. He offered her the rose with a wink. Her face lit up into a sweet smile as she sniffed delicately at the floral scent. He snaked an arm around her waist, his grin widening when she playfully slapped away his grabby hands.
Their voices mingled as the couple walked further down the street into the heart of the city, mixing with the smells and sounds of the lively night-life. The evening was still young.
Unbeknownst to France, his comment had misfired.
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Notes:
Êtes-vous prêt? - Are you ready?
Oui oui, ma cherie, un moment s'il vous plaît. - Yes yes, my dear, one moment please.
Merde - Shit
Tu es très belle ce soir - You are very beautiful this evening
I'm not a native French speaker, so please correct me if this is wrong. ORZ. I hope you liked!
Oh, and here is the link to the original:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13943.html?thread=37984375
Author: sunset_rays
Pairings: France/Monaco, mention of US/UK
Rating: G
Genre: slice-of-life, drabble (600 words), comedy
Warnings: none
Summary: France gets distracted while getting ready for his date.
A little something I wrote for the kink meme, as a spur-of-the-moment misfire fill. De-anoning. I hope you like!
France stood in front of his full-length mirror, tying his tie and finishing his preparations for his special date that night. The evening sunlight slanted in through the blinds of his window and cast a reddish-orange glow in the room.
Stepping over to his desk, France picked up his bottle of cologne and accidentally bumped into his laptop. It woke up from its dark screen hibernation, revealing a webpage which he was inclined to frequent every so often when the mood inspired him for some different, literary entertainment. I will need to buy a new bottle, I'm running low, France hummed as he glancing pensively at the text on the screen. He began to apply the cologne to his pulse points.
Capping and putting down the bottle, France pressed the F5 button on a whim. He pulled out his chair and sat down to slip on his shoes quickly, the black leather polished to a gleam. The kink meme page on his computer refreshed and a brand new request pop up. He noticed it was long and descriptive.
This looks like the OP put a lot of time and effort into setting it up. His eyes were caught by the title, A Dark UKxUS hmm? and he leaned in closer to skim the rest of the prompt. One always had to be aware of ways to taunt his long-term rival. He chuckled at the amount of amazing romantic convolutions it contained to torture that bushy-browed rosbif with. His lips curled up into an amused grin, a bright devilish twinkle in his eye.
A sudden knocking on the door interrupted his spur-of-the-moment fantasy and he startled. A female voice called out softly. "Êtes-vous prêt, France?"
"Oui oui, ma cherie, un moment s'il vous plaît." He stood up and quickly reached for his jacket which was lying across the back of his chair. Pushing his arms through the sleeves, he arranged his collar on top of his lapels. With a sigh, he ran his fingers through his hair to arrange the flowing golden curls adequately. Turning toward the door, he stopped short. Biting his lip, he looked back at the computer, sitting innocently on his desk.
"Merde," he cursed, guiltily casting a glance at the door. He hurried to his keyboard and in a rush quickly typed in
O.o my god seconded
and hit enter before snapping the lid of his laptop closed. This was one request he couldn't pass up without seconding. Hm-hm. Assured that there was a good chance he might come home to a hilarious fill to laugh at later that night, if his current plans didn't work out quite to his expectations, he smartly turned on his heels and purposefully walked toward the door, where his lovely date awaited.
France snatched up his keys and wallet along with a lush red rose from the vase on his countertop, and stepped outside. It wouldn't do to keep a lady waiting, after all.
"Tu es très belle ce soir, Monaco." The Frenchman appreciatively murmured as he greeted the petite brunette with an impromptu kiss, smoothing away her put-upon frown. He offered her the rose with a wink. Her face lit up into a sweet smile as she sniffed delicately at the floral scent. He snaked an arm around her waist, his grin widening when she playfully slapped away his grabby hands.
Their voices mingled as the couple walked further down the street into the heart of the city, mixing with the smells and sounds of the lively night-life. The evening was still young.
Unbeknownst to France, his comment had misfired.
------------------------
Notes:
Êtes-vous prêt? - Are you ready?
Oui oui, ma cherie, un moment s'il vous plaît. - Yes yes, my dear, one moment please.
Merde - Shit
Tu es très belle ce soir - You are very beautiful this evening
I'm not a native French speaker, so please correct me if this is wrong. ORZ. I hope you liked!
Oh, and here is the link to the original:
http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/13943.html?thread=37984375