Who is your Hetalia Prince? {Allied Forces!}, Awwww. *Muore

Blinking his eyes and stretching, your prince has finally awakened. It's France (Francis Bonnefoy)!




France stirred in his seat, stretching. "Oh, Bonjour, madam." He rubbed his eyes and focused on your face, then towards the magazine in front of you. "Ah, I see that you have taken an interest in my magazine. I took it for laughs." He laughed. "Fan submited quizzes are always fun. As I thought, I got myself. It's silly." He placed his arms on the table, looking at you sheepishly. "What did you get?" Before you could object, he snached the mag from you and read your awnsers. Laughing, he spoke, "Well, apperently you got me too. Ether it's rigged or I'm too lovable." He joked. You slowly got up from your chair and walked slowly to the door. "I better go before the meeting starts." You smile and take your leave... until Francis grabbed your wrist. Turning, he whipped you into his arms, pulling you into a deep kiss. "How about I treat you to a cusine that will entice your senses?" He whispered in your ear. How could you not say yes? That afternoon, Francis may have missed the meeting, but he didn't miss your heart.