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EnglandxReaderxFrance
Theme: Phantom of the Opera
How dare he touch you! That vile creature! Inhuman villan! Francis growled as he followed you down the long dark stone hall, a part of the catacombs that was the Opera Ghost's favorite hiding place. He would find you and take you away from that dreaded phantom. He wasn't going to give up on you so easily.
He was furious, but his green eyes shone with nothing but possessive love. Years spent near you, comforting you, keeping your secrets when you couldn't turn to anyone else in the large opera house, wasted because of that bloody frog! That bloody rich frog......
He knew he couldn't give you what the other could. As much as he hated to admit it, he was outclassed by the other in more ways than one. His slicked back blonde hair was a mess, falling into the usual shag that he had when he just risen from bed. You tugged against his grasp, confused and scared when he lead you to the secret room he often hid in. His heart was slowly breaking, shattering much like the porceline mask that had been thrown down as he pulled you to him. His face was scarred; a fire had burned half of it. A fire that took his family away, left him nearly dead and trapped him in a freak show.
Francis had just rounded the corner when he saw you, standing in front of the phantom without his mask covering his face. He couldn't help a slight grunt of disgust. Arthur heard him, glaring at him first before his turned back down to you. "It's your choice now. Him or me? Who is it going to be?"
You glanced at him, then at Francis.
Who were you going to choose?
EnglandxReaderxFrance
Theme: Phantom of the Opera
How dare he touch you! That vile creature! Inhuman villan! Francis growled as he followed you down the long dark stone hall, a part of the catacombs that was the Opera Ghost's favorite hiding place. He would find you and take you away from that dreaded phantom. He wasn't going to give up on you so easily.
He was furious, but his green eyes shone with nothing but possessive love. Years spent near you, comforting you, keeping your secrets when you couldn't turn to anyone else in the large opera house, wasted because of that bloody frog! That bloody rich frog......
He knew he couldn't give you what the other could. As much as he hated to admit it, he was outclassed by the other in more ways than one. His slicked back blonde hair was a mess, falling into the usual shag that he had when he just risen from bed. You tugged against his grasp, confused and scared when he lead you to the secret room he often hid in. His heart was slowly breaking, shattering much like the porceline mask that had been thrown down as he pulled you to him. His face was scarred; a fire had burned half of it. A fire that took his family away, left him nearly dead and trapped him in a freak show.
Francis had just rounded the corner when he saw you, standing in front of the phantom without his mask covering his face. He couldn't help a slight grunt of disgust. Arthur heard him, glaring at him first before his turned back down to you. "It's your choice now. Him or me? Who is it going to be?"
You glanced at him, then at Francis.
Who were you going to choose?
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So reader, who will it be? England or France?
I don't own Hetalia or any of it's characters. I just like writing reader inserts.
I will be writing the endings, but I was thinking of including a third party. You know, one that both men don't know about?
But I'll see what you think first.
England Ending:[link]
France Endng: [link]
I don't own Hetalia or any of it's characters. I just like writing reader inserts.
I will be writing the endings, but I was thinking of including a third party. You know, one that both men don't know about?
But I'll see what you think first.
England Ending:[link]
France Endng: [link]
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