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READER X FRANCE
If I go down you're coming with me.

"This is my first time..." You told your boyfriend, Francis, unsure. A smile graced his face as he chuckled at you.

"Don't worry, ma cherie, I'll teach you," He encouragingly kissed the top of your head, before sitting beside you on the small bench to put his skates on.

"Okay, but if I fall, you have to catch me!" You fretted, scenarios of you falling onto your ass playing in your mind. Today you and Francis were going ice skating together, and, as you'd told him, it was your first time. You had no idea what to expect.

"'Ave I ever let you fall before?" He smirked up and you from where he was tying his lace.
"Non," You replied, tying your own lace.

"Exactly."

The two of you, once ready in your warm winter coat and gloves, with ice skates on your feet, headed to the rink. The blades 'clinked' onto the floor, and you found it surprisingly easy to walk on them, would it, hopefully, be this easy to skate?

Nearing the rink, you could practically feel the cold radiating off of it, and shivered slightly. Francis, showing off to tease you, skated gracefully in the middle, and you pouted at him. Pretending not to care, you clung to the edge of the rink, and scooted your way along.

Francis, noticing your timidness, glided over. "Ma chere, you won't get anywhere like that."

"I don't wanna fall!" You argued.

"'Ere," He held out his hand for you to take, which you did so very cautiously. "Okay, now, slowly, follow my lead." He took a step forward and kicked his leg back, and he glided a little.

Trying to imitate him, you did the same, holding his hand like your life depended on it. And, you must have kicked to hard, for your foot slipped, and you panicked. Quickly, Francis grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, not allowing you to fall.

"I got you!" He laughed, and you clung to him.

"I did it wrong...And nearly fell..." You murmured into him.

"I 'ope you aren't giving up already." He challenged.

"No way! Let me try again, but let me hold onto you!" Grabbing onto his arm, this time, you were much gentler when pushing forward, and, you too glided a little. "I think I got it," You said.

"Oui! Zhat was it!" Francis cheered you on, as you started to get a little more daring, letting go of his arm to go on your own. He skated beside you, keeping a close eye on you, ready for if you were to topple over again.

But you didn't. You happened to be a natural. For a while the two of you skated around together, holding hands at times, attempting tricks. When Francis attempted to spin around on one skate, he ended up slipping. For a moment his feet kept going as if he was running on the spot in his desperate attempt to regain his balance.

Trying to help him, you offered your hand and he took it very quickly. However, you weren't as strong as him, and couldn't hold him up. He pulled you down with him as he fell, and you ended up in a heap on top of him.

"Eh, sorry, mon amour." He chuckled as you tried to get off of him, but your feet slipped and you fell on him once more.

"Ow...It's alright..." You said, and he helped you to get off him, and you used each other for support to get back on your feet. "But I'll get you back for it." you added darkly, giving him a look.

"Effrayant!" He exclaimed, skating away.

"H-hey, what does that mean?" You asked, skating after him and ignoring the stares people were giving the two of you. "I know it isn't je te aime!"

"Ohonhonhon... You really want to know?" He asked you teasingly when you caught up.
"Yes, will you tell me?!"

"Non~!"

"H-hey, jerk!" You shouted, and continued pursuing him. And that's when you foot slipped beneath you. "A-ah!" You called, and Francis noticed you were falling. Skating over quick as possible, he reached for you, and you quickly caught his hand. Instead of using it to support yourself, though, you dragged him to the icy floor with you. "If I go down you're coming with me."

"Mon amour, why are you so mean?" Francis whined, rubbing his but.

"Because you wouldn't tell me what that word means!"

"It means 'scary'."

"Oh...who's mean now?" You asked, glaring at him.

"Both of us..." Francis admitted, pulling himself up once more. "I'm rather cold, shall we take a break?"

"Yeah," You agreed, as he offered you his hand and helped you up.

As you both walked off of the rink (or skated), he grabbed your hand, and pulled you closer to him. "Je te amie, mon amour."

"I love you too," You smiled, and looked up at him. His blue orbs met yours, and you leaned in to kiss him. Lips meeting in a sweet, passionate kiss, you pulled away when your nose started to tickle.

"A-A-ACHOO!" You let out a loud sneeze, that was in no way girly. Sheepishly grinning, you saw Francis was giggling.

"You 'ave a cold?"

"Don't laugh at me!" You said.

"Sorry, you are just so cute when you sneeze."

You scoffed, "I think we define that word differently!"

"But you a-"

"Achoo!"

"See?"

"Nope," You told him, and yelped in surprise as he picked you up bridal style.

"Lets go 'ome before you get really sick." He suggested, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Okay..." You whispered into his neck, before drifting into a peaceful slumber, wrapped up safely, and warmly, in your wonderful french boyfriends arms.

Description
READER X FRANCE
If I go down you're coming with me.

"This is my first time..." You told your boyfriend, Francis, unsure. A smile graced his face as he chuckled at you.

"Don't worry, ma cherie, I'll teach you," He encouragingly kissed the top of your head, before sitting beside you on the small bench to put his skates on.

"Okay, but if I fall, you have to catch me!" You fretted, scenarios of you falling onto your ass playing in your mind. Today you and Francis were going ice skating together, and, as you'd told him, it was your first time. You had no idea what to expect.

"'Ave I ever let you fall before?" He smirked up and you from where he was tying his lace.
"Non," You replied, tying your own lace.

"Exactly."

The two of you, once ready in your warm winter coat and gloves, with ice skates on your feet, headed to the rink. The blades 'clinked' onto the floor, and you found it surprisingly easy to walk on them, would it, hopefully, be this easy to skate?

Nearing the rink, you could practically feel the cold radiating off of it, and shivered slightly. Francis, showing off to tease you, skated gracefully in the middle, and you pouted at him. Pretending not to care, you clung to the edge of the rink, and scooted your way along.

Francis, noticing your timidness, glided over. "Ma chere, you won't get anywhere like that."

"I don't wanna fall!" You argued.

"'Ere," He held out his hand for you to take, which you did so very cautiously. "Okay, now, slowly, follow my lead." He took a step forward and kicked his leg back, and he glided a little.

Trying to imitate him, you did the same, holding his hand like your life depended on it. And, you must have kicked to hard, for your foot slipped, and you panicked. Quickly, Francis grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, not allowing you to fall.

"I got you!" He laughed, and you clung to him.

"I did it wrong...And nearly fell..." You murmured into him.

"I 'ope you aren't giving up already." He challenged.

"No way! Let me try again, but let me hold onto you!" Grabbing onto his arm, this time, you were much gentler when pushing forward, and, you too glided a little. "I think I got it," You said.

"Oui! Zhat was it!" Francis cheered you on, as you started to get a little more daring, letting go of his arm to go on your own. He skated beside you, keeping a close eye on you, ready for if you were to topple over again.

But you didn't. You happened to be a natural. For a while the two of you skated around together, holding hands at times, attempting tricks. When Francis attempted to spin around on one skate, he ended up slipping. For a moment his feet kept going as if he was running on the spot in his desperate attempt to regain his balance.

Trying to help him, you offered your hand and he took it very quickly. However, you weren't as strong as him, and couldn't hold him up. He pulled you down with him as he fell, and you ended up in a heap on top of him.

"Eh, sorry, mon amour." He chuckled as you tried to get off of him, but your feet slipped and you fell on him once more.

"Ow...It's alright..." You said, and he helped you to get off him, and you used each other for support to get back on your feet. "But I'll get you back for it." you added darkly, giving him a look.

"Effrayant!" He exclaimed, skating away.

"H-hey, what does that mean?" You asked, skating after him and ignoring the stares people were giving the two of you. "I know it isn't je te aime!"

"Ohonhonhon... You really want to know?" He asked you teasingly when you caught up.
"Yes, will you tell me?!"

"Non~!"

"H-hey, jerk!" You shouted, and continued pursuing him. And that's when you foot slipped beneath you. "A-ah!" You called, and Francis noticed you were falling. Skating over quick as possible, he reached for you, and you quickly caught his hand. Instead of using it to support yourself, though, you dragged him to the icy floor with you. "If I go down you're coming with me."

"Mon amour, why are you so mean?" Francis whined, rubbing his but.

"Because you wouldn't tell me what that word means!"

"It means 'scary'."

"Oh...who's mean now?" You asked, glaring at him.

"Both of us..." Francis admitted, pulling himself up once more. "I'm rather cold, shall we take a break?"

"Yeah," You agreed, as he offered you his hand and helped you up.

As you both walked off of the rink (or skated), he grabbed your hand, and pulled you closer to him. "Je te amie, mon amour."

"I love you too," You smiled, and looked up at him. His blue orbs met yours, and you leaned in to kiss him. Lips meeting in a sweet, passionate kiss, you pulled away when your nose started to tickle.

"A-A-ACHOO!" You let out a loud sneeze, that was in no way girly. Sheepishly grinning, you saw Francis was giggling.

"You 'ave a cold?"

"Don't laugh at me!" You said.

"Sorry, you are just so cute when you sneeze."

You scoffed, "I think we define that word differently!"

"But you a-"

"Achoo!"

"See?"

"Nope," You told him, and yelped in surprise as he picked you up bridal style.

"Lets go 'ome before you get really sick." He suggested, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"Okay..." You whispered into his neck, before drifting into a peaceful slumber, wrapped up safely, and warmly, in your wonderful french boyfriends arms.