Hetalia x Male Reader

France x Male!Reader (Lemon)

"I'm sorry, sir!" You whined out as your father scolded you again.

In reality he wasn't scolding you as if you were his son, no. He was scolding you as if you were one of his employers. Because you were. You had been working for your father magazine for the longest of time now.

At first it was just from home, he didn't want to bring you into his work place. He didn't want to boss you around, but yet he did it every time he asked for coffee. He would call you out, make you bump your head against the wall of your small office, if you could even call it that.

Every time, you would try and make him proud and yet it never worked. Day after day you would end back in your fathers office, head to the floor and a thick quiet air would fill the room.

Only your fathers voice could be heard, the deep vibrations clasping onto the walls. You couldn't hear, couldn't listen. You didn't want to listen, because you knew what he was going to say.

"(M/N)! Listen when I talk!" The broad shouldered man screamed, slamming his coffee mug against the edge of the table making it shatter in his large hand.

Your head shot up, how could it not. Your (E/C) met the dark eyes of your father and you could tell he was more than pissed.

"We've already talked about this, kiddo.." He mumbled as he ran a hand through his thick locks. His hair was sweaty and he was tired. You could see his eyes shut themselves as your father rubbed his thick fingers on his eyelids. The man in front of you let out a sigh, shaking his head before his eyes met yours again. "You're gonna stay here tonight. Get your extra work done and if I don't have the full report laying on my desk tomorrow morning, you're out" Your father stated as he sat back down in his seat, folding his hand over the table.

You instantly knew what he meant. He was going to fire you, if the report wasn't ready. You nodded, unsure of yourself. "Get out.." Your father stated, his voice emotionless as he pointed towards the door to his right.

It didn't take you long to get your things, scattering them nervously into your grip as you ran out the door. Things fell behind you and you instantly knew you'd have to go back to get them later.

As you ran through the office, papers scattered everywhere, spreading in the head of the other workers. When you were back in your small office, you sat down letting out a sigh. You were quick to drop your items onto your table, letting yourself fall over them as you let out a loud whimper. 'I'm never gonna get this done in time..' You thought to yourself. The report you would be writing was about 13 pages long, the short version that is, and had to be filled out surrounding 3 of your co-workers.

The small computer in front of you were staring into your soul as you let out yet another sigh. Before you let your fingers hit the key of your small computer, you heard a knock on your fragile glass door. Your head turned and you let out a small 'hmm' to the person at the door.

"(L/N), you dropped these" Francis stated, a smirk on his attractive face. His hands were full of your clutter and pencils and red correction pens were falling to the floor, one by one. You then stood up, falling to the ground to pick up your pens and pencils. "Y-You can just put them over there, Mr. Bonnefoy" The uneasy male told, pointing to the chair in the corner of the room as he started putting the lids back on some unlucky pens.

Francis was quick to do as told and as you had placed your supplies in your coffee mug by accident, Francis was standing in the doorway, leaning onto the door. He send you a cheeky smile, his French charm oozing into the room.

"So what did your father say?" Francis asked, leaning into the room with a smile. Before saying anything you let out a loud sigh as you seated yourself in your soft chair. "Is it really that bad? Oh wow.." Francis told, his smile dropping slightly. Francis then thought of something, letting out a small grin. The male could be seen rubbing the back of his neck, as he smiled towards you. "Well I'm closing up the department today. So if you'd like company I can stay a little longer!" Francis said making you smile a little. "That would be very nice of you Mr. Bonnefoy" You told with a small blush over your face. The Frenchman let you off with a nod, walking away again, a smile plastered on the face of the both of you.