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"Je t'aime."

France offered you a rose. You stared at it for a moment. Red – the color of love and passion, of Saint Valentine's Day and of romance. Instead of taking it, you rolled your eyes and walked away. The French Man was left with the flower and a hurt expression on his face, not that you cared or anything. He was a flirt. He was a stupid philanderer – a playboy if there ever was one amongst the nations - who changed lovers like one would, or should, their socks – no better than stories of Greek Gods or other immortal folk tales that people liked to tell the children before sending them off to bed. You weren't even going to give him the time of day.

"Whatever…"

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

He offered another rose. This time, you were at your favorite restaurant. You were hungry after a meeting. You always got hungry after a meeting because there was no way you would eat the scones that England made or the burgers that America brought. The only ones who actually made decent food when they hosted were the Italian brothers, Spain and though you would never admit it – France. This time you hosted. All of the foods you had catered were gone by the time you had packed your things to eat. Angered and hungry you left to find something you wanted to eat. Now, you had to face France at your favorite restaurant. For some reason, he was still in your country and he knew where you liked to eat. At least you were alone this time and no in front of the other nations.

"Whatever…"

You paid for your meal and left him there.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

He had found you at the library this time. You just wanted a few quiet hours of reading. You had been minding your own business and everything. You had even gone an entire day without thinking about him or thinking about how much you hated him. Apparently, you were not on the side of the fates. They liked mocking you. Yeah, yuck it up Fates. You would get them one day. Then they'll see who was laughing. Once again he presented you with another rose. You slammed your book shut and walked away from him. You only had to pause to check out your book less you wanted to be yelled at by the librarians.

"Whatever."

However, when you got home, you found the rose in your bag.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

Really? The grocery store? Could you not get a moment's peace from this man? Okay, so your boss had temporarily sent you to France and you were stocking up on groceries for the hotel you were staying in. Your economy could not afford for you to go out nightly for food so you would make your own. Besides, you didn't have to report to him just because you were in his country. You ignored him as you paid for your things. He was saying something in French that the cashier understood because her eyes went wide and she smiled at you in a way that told you she was happy for you but envious too. What was to be so envious of a stupid frog that followed you around? However, when you went to pick up your bags, he was already there, carrying your things. Fine. If he wanted to be an errand boy you would let him carry your things to your car. He loaded it with care and left.

"Whatever."

Another rose was on the driver's seat when you got in to drive home. You weren't smiling because you were glad to have gotten the rose, or so you kept telling yourself that.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

He had come with tickets to the opera this time and a single rose. You spouted out a ton of excuses about how busy you were and how you were unable to do anything because you had work to do for your country and a meeting with another nation. He patiently waited on your couch as you paced back and forth, trying to convince him that you were unable to go. You had nothing to wear. You were tired. You didn't like him. You didn't want to be around him. But as he sat there, he smiled. His long pale fingers twirled the flower in his hands, back and forth, round and round. It was red, just as they all had been. But that look on his face made you sigh and throw your hands up, telling him you had to change.

"Whatever."

Somehow you ended up going with him anyways. You wouldn't dare admit to say you had fun with him.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

He had surprised you after work one day. He had somehow gotten into your house and made an elaborate dinner. Part of you wondered if you shouldn't have been worried that he got in. There was no sign of forced entrance. Your locks were perfectly in place. The dishes were cleaned to a spotless shine. A single rose sat in a vase on the table. Candles made the room glow and the smell of fine cuisine hung the air like a perfume, making your stomach growl. He offered you his hand with a smile. You rolled your eyes and took his hand.

"Whatever."

After dinner though, you couldn't bring it in yourself to send him home.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

He had brought over a bottle of wine too and, of course, your customary red rose. It wasn't like you were happy to see him at all. It wasn't like you had a bad day and wanted to just vent to someone. You shook your head, but you opened the door wider to let him in. You only told yourself it was because it was raining outside and he was already wet. He had come all the way from his home to yours so he did deserve a little bit of your time. You even let him borrow one of your oversized nightshirts so you could throw his wet clothes into the dryer. You told him he could stay, only until the rain stopped or his clothes dried, whichever came first. He thanked you kindly for what you had done for him. You scoffed.

"Whatever."

The two of you fell asleep together on the couch.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

After the night with the wine, when Francis had fallen asleep on the couch with you, he had made breakfast that following morning. You had woken alone on the couch with your blanket thrown over your being, tucked in around the edges with ginger care. A single rose sat in a vase on the table in front of you. He refused to allow you to touch anything while he was cooking. He set a plate of food in front of you, just smiling at you. He sat down himself and dug in, laughing when you didn't start eating immediately. You just didn't want to look like a pig because the food was good unlike when you stayed over at another nations' home (for example America).

"Whatever."

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

A picnic? This was spontaneous. As you sat down to join him, he put the rose in your hair. In all the time he had been giving you flowers he had never done something like that. He had to have known that you kept all of the flowers he had given you, aside from the few you left with him. The others were dried, kept and pressed into a book. If you had your way, he would never find out, except he asked you if you were going to keep that one as well. He must have found the book when he was cooking the other morning. Your cheeks painted your embarrassment across the skin. Francis liked how you colored. He told you so.

"Whatever."

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime."

It was on a note this time with elegant writing and rose scented paper. There were three guesses as to who it was. The first two did not count. At work you found a single rose waiting on your desk. As a nation it was hard to find pleasure in work sometimes but that rose made you smile all day. Even your boss noticed a difference, especially when you started humming the song from the French opera you saw a few weeks ago with France. But when you caught yourself acting like a school girl with a crush, your eyes widened in horror. You would take a short break and then shake your head you would go back to work.

"Whatever."

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime…"

At the Next World meeting your room had been placed next to Francis'. That night you had an immense nightmare – recalling how your land was tore apart by war and how much pain and devastation you felt. Francis climbed out onto the balcony and entered your room to comfort you as you called out in your sleep. He had left a rose on your night stand. You took the rose to the meeting, clutching in your hand tightly like a child with a blanket. It was your comfort object. When Francis saw this, he put it in your hair and took your hand in his own. You stared at him for a moment, knowing this would make it harder for you to take notes, but really? Did any nation really take notes at a meeting?

"Whatever."

This time, you were blushing.

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime…"

It was written this time, not spoken. A poem was waiting on your door step, along with a box of chocolates and a cute little plush doll of your favorite animal. How did he know? You shook your head. You were tempted to scoop it all up and throw it in the trash but the chocolates were your favorites. The doll looked expensive. And the rose made your heart soften. You kept everything as you walked inside, trying to deny the small and the blush on your face. Even the poem, even if it was in French and you didn't read the language. Google translate would suffice. When you did translate it, your cheeks were pink as you set it aside, covering your face with your hand to deny it.

"Whatever."

-=-=-=-=-

"Je t'aime…"

You were sicker than a dog when he said it. Of course he had to show up. It was driving you crazy. You were throwing up. He was holding your hair back as you lost the contents of your stomach again and again. After you couldn't throw up anymore, the Frenchman lifted you up, carrying you bridal style to your bed. He left you. When you woke again, there was a tray by your bed. Hot soup, sprite and a rose in a small vase were sitting by your bedside on the nightstand. Francis was sleeping in the chair across the room. You really hoped that he didn't get sick too. You didn't want to have to take care of him, but you would.

"Whatever."

-=-=-=-=-

"Whatever."

"Je t'aime…"

A smile broke across Francis' face. He stepped towards you, pulling you into a tight hug. But you were horrified by what you said. You had just… and now he was… That smug smirk on his face made you want to scream except you didn't. You smiled shyly at him. You supposed you had cared for him just as long as he did for you. All those times he had taken you out, you had begun to look forward to it.
I normally don't write for France. It was kind of inspired by this video sent to me by ~Aonabi [link]

It touches my inner romantic. What about yours?
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:iconnessywashere:
NessyWasHere Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014
Reader why you being a betch!? >:l
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doughnutz007 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2013
Whatever my own version of 'As you wish'
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OtakuGirl14 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Oh Come here you sexy Frenchy
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srcpcsoha Featured By Owner May 15, 2013  Student Digital Artist
Sobbing this is so wonderful, and romantic and ugh :icontearplz: I read this whole thing and didn't even know it was from you

I love your writing so muchhhh :love:
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KawaiiKoneko97 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is very well-written. I love the idea. :heart: Loved reading through this. Great work. <3
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DaughterOfErberus Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013
Tsundere reader much?
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Feb 14, 2013
Kind of what I was going for there. A friend of mine said it'd be funny.
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is very nicely written, and I absolutely loved the way the story played out and how it was divided up into parts in order to show the progress in the relationship. I don't think I've ever seen that before, and I loved it. :heart:

France's characterisation was lovely, too. I adore that quietly persistent side of him, where he'll continue coming back like a puppy, no matter how many times he's rejected.

Very well done.
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2013
Taking the story into parts was just something I thought would be interesting, showing the slow changes between the characters.

I like thinking of France as somethign other than a perve. People treat him badly. While I may not like him, I don't think he's a bad guy.

Thanks!
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vienna-kangaroo Featured By Owner Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I thought it was very clever, and original. (:

He is, true. I love him~ But he gets the rough end of the stick so often.

My pleasure!
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ForKamisSakeWHAT Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
It was really interesting how you wrote this! I like how instead of showing one sort of angst-y scene where Bob confesses his love to Jane or whatever, you showed a long span of time in which you can see the differences in (girl's) reaction to France's affection.
Awesome job!
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2012
Well, I like building up to confessions like that. Because let's face the truth, this is life and things don't happen like they do in stories so my stories reflect reality, save for some cases conserning impossible feats like magic and such.
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KashTheKat Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww this is so sweet!
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crazy-aika Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh wow, this was the other side of france and i like it, this was so beautiful~- faints
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012
France needs some good representation.
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Owlstar7 Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2012  Hobbyist
Wow! I loved this. It was amazing!
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012
I'm glad you liked it! It's something new for me (writing for France I mean).
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Owlstar7 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012  Hobbyist
You are welcome. :D
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solonaxdawn Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2012  Student General Artist
I had a dream last night about France and he vaguely followed this pattern... o_____o
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012
Wow...
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solonaxdawn Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Student General Artist
Yeah, it was weird. And at least one of the roses was blue for some reason. XP
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ichigo559 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
This is really fantastic!
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012
Thanks! I think this is one of my best France stories yet!
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ichigo559 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I can see why, it's got a certain mood to it and
aaaaah
4 for you, Kita. You go, Kita.
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PrincessDaisy311 Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
love it
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Love it or love France? /shot
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PrincessDaisy311 Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
hehe both
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LovinArtxD Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
A story of France finally <3 he needs more love :3
This is lovely~
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Do you mean from me? I've written one or two other France stories...

He did need a little bit of attention. I spoil England, really.
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LovinArtxD Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, but he does need more attention :3 Its fine spoling Iggy. Everyone loves him the most anyways :p
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DreamFutureAis Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm normally not a fan of France because of the same reason in the beginning, but as this progressed it just got better and better. :heart: ^^
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
France is a complex character now that I think about him. He's either too loving or just perfectly romantic.
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DreamFutureAis Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
-coughusuallytoolovingcough- :XD: Even though I have mixed feelings about him, in the end, I still love him. :meow:
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solonaxdawn Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2012  Student General Artist
This is adorable! :icondawwwwplz:
Tsundere reader is tsundere. XD
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Yeah, tsundere reader wasn't intentional but it just ended up that way.
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solonaxdawn Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Student General Artist
Oh well, I love it! :D
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Aonabi Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Hobbyist
Wow, I don't like stories involving France so much, but that one was really, really cute ! (though I'd totally freak out if a guy managed to get into my house, even to cook a romantic dinner...)

And just a little correction, you should write "je t'aime", not "je'taime" :)

I'm so happy you liked the video !
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2012
You know my stance on France. (I thought it said in there somewhere that he used the spare key. I hide one outside my house so in case something happened to the original I can still get in)

I fixed the error.

I'm just about done with your Toris story. I wanted to use Toris for the flower one but this came out for France instead...
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Aonabi Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2012  Hobbyist
Yes, I remember, we've already discussed about France in fanfictions. And this is the reason why I never let a spare key oustide my house, I'd be too scared someone might find it and use it...

And and and and whaaat ? Did you actually really write a story involving him ? For me ? :faint:
I love you. ;_;
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sakurita123cami Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Student
I :heart: it! It's so awesomee!
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Thanks. France needed some attention. I'm normally an England writer.
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sakurita123cami Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012  Student
I love both France and England.
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
England's my favorite.
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CrushGoddess Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012  Student Writer
i..wish that this would actually happen. you write stories that tug at my heartstrings yet i love them. thank you for writing this. thank you.
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Don't we all? Where's all the romance in the world?
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CrushGoddess Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student Writer
I know. and why do crushes always have to hate you back or kick a football to your stomach?
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:iconkita-kudai:
kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012
Or the people who like you are just really creepy? I get those sorts. -.-'
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CrushGoddess Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2012  Student Writer
I know. like, stalker creepy
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DivvyLivvy Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2012
Me at start: France stop being a stalker :iconderpofdisapprovalplz:
Me at end: Awwwww! Love you France! :iconiloveyouplz:
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kita-kudai Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2012
Stalker? No. Persistant? Yes.
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