2p Hetalia One Shots

Terrible Things (2p france)

(Requested)

Terrible Things-Mayday Parade

By the time I was your age, I'd give anything
To fall in love truly, was all I could think
That's when I met your mother, the girl of my dreams
The most beautiful woman, that I'd ever seen

"Papa, what was mom like," asked a small blonde, looking up at his father who sat in his arm chair while smoking a cigarette. Putting out his cigarette, he picked up the small child into his lap.

"Again? Well, I suppose so. But you must promise me to go to bed after this," his father said sternly.

"Of course papa," he exclaimed, snuggling lightly into his chest.

"When I was a young man, I wasn't very forthcoming about my feelings. Something just seemed to pull me back, even though I wanted to associate myself with others. So, instead of getting involved with others, I got involved with toxins instead. It ruled over my life until my eyes laid sight on her, your mother, the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen."

She said, "Boy can I tell you a wonderful thing?

I can't help but notice, you're staring at me.
I know I shouldn't say this, but I really believe,
I can tell by your eyes that you're in love with me."

Once again she stood on stage, strumming her guitar gently as her voice lured everyone within the small café. Sitting in a corner, François listened to the melody as if in a trance. Every Saturday he made sure to listen to her perform ever since his "acquaintance" Oliver forced him to visit his new café. Sipping the spiked cup of coffee, he felt totally at ease. Though once the music stopped, he noticed his staring, and someone staring back at him. A warm smile greeted him as she met him at his table.

"I couldn't help but notice you were staring at me. Again. You seem to always be here when I perform. I appreciate that," she said with such an elegant voice once she sat across from him.
"Your performances are very nice," he responded in a quiet sullen voice, looking away from her bright smile.

"Thanks you! My name is (Y/N) by the way. May I ask for my "biggest fan's" name," she jokingly asked, using air quotations around "biggest fan."

" François."

"Well, it was nice to meet you François. Maybe I'll see you around," she said, standing to leaving the café, but not without sending him a flirtatious wink.

Now, son, I'm only telling you this
Because life can do terrible things.

"And that was how we met. Now, time for bed little one," François said, looking down at his son.
"No papa! You didn't finish the story! Tell me everything," he said pouting slightly.

Sighing in slight annoyance, he knew he couldn't deny his son Matt, and continued on with his story.

Now, most of the time we'd have too much to drink
And we'd laugh at the stars and we'd share everything
Too young to notice, and too dumb to care
Love was a story that couldn't compare.