Thank You. France x Reader

         After a small yet beautiful wedding, and an all too long limo ride, you and France found yourselves in front of a picturesque hotel. The magnificent building looked exactly like a story-book castle. Though you were tired from the evening's festivities, and eager to exchange your wedding dress for something more comfortable, you couldn't help but stop and stare. “You didn't hold back on the hotel, did you?”

“Since we opted to have a private wedding, I thought the hotel should be twice as nice.” Taking your hand in his, France lifted your fingers to his lips and gently kissed you. “You like it, right ma chérie?”

“Of course I do. It's gorgeous.” Excited to see if the inside of the castle was as stunning as the outside, you quickly grabbed your luggage and started for the large, intricately carved double doors. “Come on, let's go inside. It's cold out here, and people are going to think we're insane if we stand here too much longer.” Not willing to wait, you rushed through the doors and stepped into a room so spacious and grand you were at a loss for words. The room was so detailed, it made you feel like you'd step back in time to when this building may have actually housed royalty. “It's even better.”

Glad his decision to keep this place a secret until now had paid off, France smiled from ear to ear. “I'm glad you like it ma chérie. Now, let's get into our room, it's late.” After kissing your cheek, he made his way to the front desk and signed the two of you in. What seemed like only a minute later, you and France were standing inside a suit suited for a King.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you ran past France and jumped onto the bed face first. “This is perfect. I don't think I'm ever going to leave this room, or this bed.” Sighing happily, you allowed your body to sink into the soft, fragrant bedding.

“If that's what will make you happy, I won't argue.” Honestly a bit tired himself, France crawled onto the bed and tightly snuggled you in his arms. “But first, I think we should at least get you into something less formal. You're going to wrinkle your dress if you try to sleep in it.”

“I think it's probably already pretty wrinkled. Britain spilled white wine on it earlier too, so I doubt it could get much worse.” Despite your words, you forced yourself to sit up. “I'm going to need you to help me with this. There are so many buttons, zippers and bows, I might get lost trying to get out of this thing.” Inching off the bed, you stood at the foot and pulled your hair to one side. “I think they might do that on purpose though.”

After one look at the back of your dress, France nodded. “You might be right.” Though he really had no idea where to start, he wasted no time trying. And though it took quite some time to do, France finally did manage to unlace, unbutton and on zip your dress. “There you are, Freedom.” Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he gently kissed your now bare shoulder.

“Thank you. I was starting to feel a little claustrophobic.” With a sigh, you slipped off the heavy dress and draped it over a nearby chair. Usually disrobing in front of someone would have caused you to blush, but in this case, you were wearing so much under the dress, removing it did little to expose your body. Turning back towards France, you crossed your arms over your chest and gave him a curious look. “You're not going to stay in a suit and tie all night are you? You haven't even taken off your shoes yet.”

“Ah, you're right, I haven't. I was so terribly busy watching you undress, I didn't even notice.” Lifting his middle and forefinger to his lips, he blew you a kiss and winked. “Perhaps you would like to help me?”

Though you knew his intentions were probably questionable, you really had no reason to deny him his request. He had, after all, saved you from that maze of a wedding dress. “I really don't think you need my help at all, but, I suppose it's only fair that I give you a hand.” Feeling oddly confident, you sat down on France's lap and expertly tugged his tie off in one smooth motion. After tossing his tie to the side, you removed his suit jacket and prepared to unbutton his shirt.

Before you'd even unbuttoned the top button, France lifted your chin with a single finger and made you look at him. The adorable, crooked grin resting on his lips was more than enough to make you blush. “You know, I was only teasing you.” Chuckling under his breathe, France took your face in his hands, brought you close and kissed you. Refusing to let you leave his lap, he lowered his hands from your flushed cheeks and laced them behind your hips. “Of course, if you wanted to continue, I certainly wouldn't stop you from doing so.”

Still a little embarrassed, you crossed your arms and release a quiet snort. “Well, with you, I can never tell. You have a tone of weird quirks, so it makes figuring that kind of stuff out a little bit tough for me.”

“You seem upset Belle.” Trying not to smile at your unwarranted frustration, France tightened his arms around you and nuzzled his nose in your neck. “I thought you liked my quirks.”

“I do like them. I mean, usually anyway. And I'm not upset with you, or at all really. I'm just a little embarrassed right now.” Even if you had been upset about his teasing, you wouldn't have been able to stay that way for more than a couple of seconds. France had a way about him that extinguished any anger, frustration or annoyance that you felt with him in mere moments.

“There's no reason for you to be embarrassed, especially not over something so small.” Lifting his head from your neck, just slightly, he kissed you starting behind your ear and working his way down to just above your collarbone.  “Everything you do is lovely in my eyes, so don't worry over it.”

Once again flushed, this time due to his kisses, you weakly shook your head. “I feel like you might be lying to me right now, but I'm not going to argue.”

“I'm not lying about anything.” Staring down at you in a sweet, yet intense way, France began to lovingly twirly your hair through his fingers. This small, innocent action caused a shiver to run down your spine. “Why would I lie to you?”

“I don't know, but I'm sure you have your reasons. You can be pretty sneaky when you want to be.” Honestly not sure why he would want to lie to you either, you shrugged. “You could just be trying to get on my good side or something like that.”

France laughed at your suggestion. “I didn't know I was on your bad side. That's unfortunate, seeing as we were married less than a day ago.” Shaking his head, in a sad, almost depressed sort of way, he sighed. “This marriage is off to a rocky start, is it not. ma chérie?”

Giggling at his feigned worry, you threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed the tip of his nose. “You're not on my bad side France. I don't think you could be on my bad side even if you wanted to be. I was just throwing out suggestions.”

“Ah, good. Then there's no reason for me to lie to you, now is there?” Though he was never really worried, he let out a loud, relieved breath. “Even if I had good reason to deceive you, I don't think my heart could take it. I would feel so guilty, I don't think I could live with myself. I simply love you too much.” At first, you thought he might be teasing you again, but the look in his eyes quickly made you reconsider. Suddenly terribly serious, he took your face in his hands once more and spoke in a low, whispery tone. “Thank you, Mon amour, for loving me.” As soon as his words were spoken, France pressed his lips to yours and kissed you deeply. Unaccustomed to France being so serious, you weren't sure how to respond to his heartfelt words. All you could do was hold him close until the soft, yet emotional kiss came to an end.

When his lips left yours, you found that the atmosphere had changed dramatically. Unable to handle this new, heavier feeling, you pressed your brows together and offered him a concerned look. “You know, I'm kind of worried about you right now France. Here we are, on our honeymoon, and you haven't been all that perverted at all.” Placing the palm of your hand to his cheek, you forced yourself to frown. This was terribly difficult for you, seeing as everything in you wanted to smile. “Are you sure you're feeling alright?”

Not at all convinced by your act, France laughed. “Don't worry ma chérie d'amour. I won't deprive you of the France you know and love much longer.” After kissing you again, his expression changed dramatically. Though his eyes were still filled with the love he felt for you, there was now an undeniable perverted glimmer to them. “As soon as I finish undressing you, I'll be more than perverted enough to make up for the lost time.”