Hetalia Oneshots

France x Self-Conscious!Seychelles

Happy Birthday France!!!
Also I love England so please don't think I made this story just to target him 'cuz I didn't o-o

Oh also Might be triggering to some people because of Arthur's meanness

Google translate ahead!

Michelle skipped down the stairs to her house her brother, Arthur. made a noise from the couch as he read the newspaper.

"I'm off to see Francis!" She smiled, heading for the door in her shorts and shirt that had a llama on it.

"Hey Michelle, dear." Arthur called, Michelle turned around and nodded at him to show she was listening. "I think you need to dress more feminine is all. I mean, what is everybody going to start thinking?" Arthur said after looking her over.

"I don't care what they think." Michelle shrugged, "They're opinion doesn't bother me at all, never has."

"You'll care in the future." Arthur replied, then turned back to his newspaper.

"No I won't, that's dumb." Michelle replied. Arthur looked like he was about to reply but the doorbell cut him off. Michelle turned on her heels and opened the door, there stood Francis. His hair was tied back, she loved it when it was, and he was wearing such a nice white button up shirt with pants to fit them.

"Bonjour." He smirked.

"Hi, Francis." Michelle said curtly. Quickly she walked out of the door and shut it behind her.

"Is something wrong?" Francis asked. Michelle nodded.

"I don't want to talk about it though." She said, Francis put a hand on her back.

"If you ever feel like talking about anything, I'll always be here to listen." He said, Michelle smiled and allowed Francis to lead her to his car. He took her out to a restaurant he owned and the two had a lovely dinner, after which they just drove around in Francis's car.

"It's so nice here, I wish I didn't have to leave." Michelle sighed. Francis smiled and reached one hand over to hold Michelle's.

"Je t'aime." Francis said in his native, squeezing her hand.

"Mon kontan ou." Michelle replied in her own language. squeezing his hand back. Before long Francis had arrived in front of Michelle's house. Michelle gave him a hug and the French man hugged her firmly.

"I'll see you in a week?" He asked.

"Friday." Michelle confirmed, kissing her favourite person. Francis hummed in acknowledgement and got out of the car to open Michelle's door for her. "You didn't have to do that." Michelle said, stepping out.

"Yes I did, you're a lady." Francis replied, patting her head. Michelle nodded, she gave him another hug and walked to her front door. She turned to see Francis watching her and she waved once before entering her house. Once inside she heard the car leave and she saw Arthur attempting to cook in the kitchen.

After a few days Michelle started to notice that she wasn't seeing things as clearly as she should. It wasn't a big difference, she just couldn't make out distinct shapes that were far away from her. For example she could only tell something was a tree from the brown blob on the bottom and then the green blob on top for the leaves.

"Arthur! I think I need my eyes checked." Michelle called, popping down the stairs.

"You do?" Arthur asked, looking up from his novel.

"Yeah." Michelle replied. Arthur shrugged and took her to the clinic. Once her eyes were checked Michelle was gives glasses with a 2.50+ prescription. She popped them on and gasped, "Holy cricket I can see the leaves!" She said, pointing out the window at a tree.