Hetaloid!France x Reader [Heartbreak]

Hetaloid!France x Reader [Heartbreak]
Hetaloid x Reader
France (Francis) x Reader

The tree was decorated, the feast was in the oven, the snow was falling outside and there were presents under the tree. Christmas had come again. Your parents sat you down and pointed to a gigantic box. It looked as if a human could fit in it. You tore off the wrapping and gasped at what was inside.

A France Hetaloid!

You thanked your parents and read the instructions. ‘A glass of wine should be just fine’. Your dad carried it up the stairs to your room and placed it on the floor. You opened the lid of the box and disappeared down stairs. You sweetly asked your father if you could have a glass of wine. Your father looked completely shocked. You then said it was in order to wake up the Hetaloid, and he finally gave way. Carrying the glass of wine up stairs, you gently closed the door. Looking back at the box you said:

“Would you like some wine?”

The Hetaloid opened his eyes, looked at you and saw what you were holding. He got up and strode over to you. Eyes locked on your own. ‘He has beautiful eyes’, you thought. Once he was in front of you, you handed him the glass.  He took it with a ‘thank you’ and had a sip. He looked at you confused and said:

“Vhy aren't you having?”

“S-sorry, I can’t drink yet. I’m underage…”

“Oh” he said, taking another sip. Felling that this was just a little awkward you introduced yourself. “M-my name is (f/n) (l/n)” You stuck out your hand, waiting for him to shake it. He finished off the last bit of wine in his glass. “Francis, Francis Bonnefoy” he replied, reaching for your hand and shaking it. He winked at you, out of the blue making you blush.

“Would you like another glass of wine?”

“Oui, that would be nice” he said, smiling. He waved to you as you left the room, to go get the bottle of wine.

‘Geez, if this is how he acts when he first meet someone, well, looks like I have a ladies man on my hands. Great. Just great…’

~*~

It had been about half a year since you awoke Francis. You were 100% correct he was a ladies man. Almost every night he would go out to parties or pubs to drink and see if he could get a girl. Every time he would come back either drunk or he just didn’t come back at all until morning. You had had enough of this, couldn’t he see that you loved him. You were constantly helping him cook and you comforted him every time he came back drunk or heartbroken. ‘Maybe he has taken these actions for granted. However, every time someone has asked me out Francis has cut me off quickly so I couldn’t reply. Funny yes? No, there has to be a reason…’ So one day before he went out you decided to ask him.

~*~

He came down the stairwell of the house, he looked very formal tonight.

“Where are you going? Who are you meeting?” You asked.

“I am going out to dinner at (formal restaurant name) with Cossette.”

“I see. You two have been going out for almost three months now-” you looked down “- you truly love her…”

“Oui, I do. I know it may be early for me to do this, but it is the only way to keep her here in (city name).”

“W-what are you talking about?” You asked confused looking back up.

“Cossette is moving away. We both are in love, completely in love so, I’m going to ask her for her hand in marriage.”  

Your world stopped dead still. You couldn’t believe it no, you wouldn’t believe it…

You looked up at him with a weak smile and said: “I am happy for you two, you deserve each other.” He smiled at you, sort of half-heartedly and walked over to you. He wrapped you in his arms in a nice tight embrace. “Thank you ma cherie, it means a lot.” Knowing that this would be the last time you hugged him, you tried to savor the moment, but the sadness was consuming your heart, throwing it into the deep abyss of depression. He let go and walked towards the door. You immediately missed his presence.

He reached for the door and opened it. “Au revoir, (f/n).” Then he left. Just like that. You stumbled back, hitting the couch. Your parents walked up to you and with worried faces asked. “Are you ok dear?” “That was some heartbreak” You didn’t want to lie to your parents. “Y-yes, I am f-fine-” your eyes started to water. “- I just need some space, that’s all. Plus I am happy for them”.

~*~ Later in the evening ~*~

“(f/n)!!” You mother called as she walked into your room.

“W-what is it ma?”

“Well, you said you needed space. Well why don’t you go to your friends apartment for a while?”

“That is a great idea” he you said in a monotone voice. You reached for your phone and called your friend. After she picked up you explained to her your situation. She happily agreed and put down the phone. You packed your bag quickly and went downstairs, your mother following behind you. You picked up a pen and paper and wrote a message to Francis, knowing that he would come back to tell you about the engagement. Just the thought of that mad you sad and fell lonely.

You wrote:

Dear Francis,

Congratulations to you and Cossette! I am really happy for the two of you. I hope everything goes well and she stays here in (city name).

As you can see, I am not currently here. I am at my friend’s house. Dealing with a broken heart. Not my friends broken heart. My broken heart. You don’t have to look for the one who broke my heart. Go and look in a mirror. The gorgeous face staring back, is the face of the one who has broken me…

I am not sure how long I will be gone for, but I will be back.

Your love,

(f/n) (l/n)


You left the piece of paper on the table corner and picked up your bag. You said a goodbye to your father and walked out the door too the car, with a heavy bag and a heavy heart. You placed your bag in the boot and sat in the back seat. As the car drove away from the house you thought:

“I thought I would be the one mending every heart break of yours. As it turns out, I am the one with the biggest heartbreak…”