France/England/Japan should be a thing guys hmo rn... FrUk is peak, AsaKiku is peak, and FraPan has great cultural potential SOMEONE HEAR ME OUT ON THIS THROUPLE PLEASE
- enven though francis is such a loving angel, he is as rebellious and hedonistic as can be. he was a model for several statues in ancient greece and rome. Kiku aways tries to get him not to get into trouble and fall, he almost literaly fell when he fell for jeanne but kiku menaged to not let his office know and help with his friend's grief. Arthur is his boss angel, as unlikeble as gabriel in francis opinion.
- kiku is too much of a good boy to fall, the thing is that he aways tried to be an exemple of an angel, doing his best and doing as he was told. Once a group of rebellious angels teased and manipulated him into awakening the cold scary samurai inside him, the group then got in a huge mess and in the end they betrayed kiku and he got the credit alone. He fell. Since he's not really good at make people sin, now he's working at the yokai department scarying people away.
- they were their only friends for some time since they haven't met another angel nor demon around on earth, until they found an unlikely duo. Since then they become friends with aziraphale and crowley and sometimes come for advice since they kept their "friendship" away of their offices interference for much longer.
France would act romantic very often and Japan would always end up blushing and not knowing what to say.
France loves it whenever Japan blushes. He thinks it’s just very adorable of Japan to blush.
France would often hug him from the behind and that would make Japan jump slightly because he never expects it.
They like watching movies together a lot, after that they would talk about their thoughts on the movie.
France likes to kiss him on public to embarrass him.
They enjoy attending each other’s festivals together. One of Japans favorite festivals to go with France is the Cannes Film Festival.
They often go to the beach together and Japan takes lots of pictures of France.
They give each other cute small gifts once in a while. France usually gives him roses and Japan would cook tasty treats and wrap them very beautifully. France sometimes gets jealous over his gift-wrapping skills.
Once in a week when they’re not too busy they would go to the hot springs together. France ends up enjoying it a little too much.
FraPan, “All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know if it’s love, or if it’s obsession, or fear, but I’m ready to find out” for the fic thing
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Title: Rabbit HeartFandom: Hetalia :: FraPanRequested by: AnonymousPrompt: “All I know is that I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know if it’s love, or if it’s obsession, or fear, but I’m ready to find out” from putthepromptsonpaperA/N: This is really late too. Sorry about that.
Coffee and papers fly as two strangers collide on their hurried paths, unaware of the fate that binds them in that moment.
“I’m so sorry,” starts one accented voice, but the other is already speaking.
He brushes dark hair from his face and gathers up his papers quickly. “I wasn’t watching where I was going either. Sorry about your coffee.”
Bright blue meets deep brown as papers are handed back to their rightful owners.
(And they never meet again, is how most things like their story ends.)
–
Kiku Honda keeps thinking about a nameless blond man with shining blue eyes. He keeps thinking about the way they reflect himself back at him, like glass.
Francis Bonnefoy keeps thinking of a nameless black haired man with eyes that pierced clean through him. He keeps thinking about the way they haunt him when he closes his eyes, bearing into his soul and withdrawing every tiny secret he hides there.
A man who fears love and a man who craves it in even the most painful forms, whose lives collide and unknowingly intertwine. A novel setting in a small world.
–
Their hands meet, reaching for the same book.
“Oh,” says Kiku, “sorry. You can- Oh.”
Their eyes alight with recognition.
“Hello, again,” Francis smiles, “were you going to get this?”
“Oh,” Kiku says again, eloquently, “no. I work here. I was just going to move it to its proper shelf. You can take it.”
Francis smiles that even smile. Kiku still cannot read him. It’s frustrating; he’s usually better than this.
“Thank you,” the blond says, prompting, and with a start, Kiku realizes he doesn’t have his name tag on.
“Honda,” he tells him, “Kiku Honda.”
“Mr. Honda,” he murmurs, thoughtfully, as though the words taste like sweets on his tongue.
–
(Dear Kiku Honda, the first letter reads, when Kiku finds it in the book return pile.
Fate is an odd and benevolent thing. I wonder if it intended for us to meet?)
–
“Are you going- Oh,” Francis blinks, pauses, and then starts again, “Mr. Honda.”
Kiku goes still, statue-like, lips slightly parted and eyes fixed on the blond.
“Francis,” the blond introduces himself, “Francis Bonnefoy. Apologies; I never did introduce myself, did I?”
“No,” Kiku cracks an almost smile, “not until now.”
Francis holds the cafe door open. “Third time’s the charm, I suppose.”
(Fate comes in fits and bursts, rearing its head when you least expect it.)
–
Kiku Honda is the man who fears love. He is afraid to trust, afraid to give someone his everything, and then be cut loose, as if there had been nothing to begin with. And maybe, he thinks, there hadn’t been. Perhaps he’ll only imagine it, and they’ll take pity until they find someone better.
So, yes, Kiku fears the idea of love. He’s rabbit hearted, fickle at best, and never firmly rooted in a meaningful relationship.
Francis Bonnefoy is the man who craves love. In any form he can find it, he springs, desperately. Relationships, friendships, friends with benefits, purely sexual relationships - he’s been through them all. They lose their touch, after a while, he concedes. He is afraid that he will never be loved as strongly as he loves. Most of the time, he thinks it’s something about him that drives others away, but he smiles and carries on, nonetheless.
So, yes, Francis craves the idea of love. He is unrelenting in his beliefs, but lately something in him sways, hesitating, wondering what am I doing?
(They both gave up on love until they met each other; they just weren’t aware of it yet.)
–
Francis visits the library more. Sometimes, he comes to read. Sometimes, he comes to sit and draw designs. Sometimes, Kiku Honda peers over his shoulder, smiles, greets him, and carries on with his job.
Francis watches him, sometimes, when Kiku’s back is turned. Inexplicably, they’re drawn into each other’s orbits.
“Kiku,” says the dark haired man, one day, “you can just call me Kiku. Mr. Honda seems… too formal.”
Francis tips his head. “Are we friends?” He asks.
Kiku isn’t sure. He doesn’t answer right away; Francis doesn’t push it. He merely smiles that even smile and asks if Kiku is going to get coffee later.
“It’s a date,” Francis says, then clears his throat, thinks better of his words, and says, “I’ll see you later, then.”
–
[KHonda is online. 3:14am.]
(3:15 AM) KHonda: Francis? Your profile says you’re still online.
(3:16 AM) Charmant_Charmant: I am.
(3:16 AM) KHonda: It’s unhealthy to be up this late, you know. You should take care of yourself.
(3:17 AM) Charmant_Charmant: You’re one to talk. Aren’t you always up this late?
(3:21 AM) KHonda: I suppose you’re right. It’s hypocritical of me. Apologies.
(3:22 AM) Charmant_Charmant: You’re still so formal. It’s been what, almost a year that we’ve known each other? You don’t have to apologize over trivial things, Kiku.
(3:24 AM) KHonda: Sorry.
(3:24 AM) KHonda: Oops.
(3:25 AM) Charmant_Charmant: I was thinking about that, actually. You’re on my mind a lot, lately. It’s almost been a year, but I still don’t know what we are.
(3:28 AM) Charmant_Charmant: Are we friends, Kiku? I would assume, normally, but you’re different somehow. I know you distinguish friendships from acquaintances or people you just talk to, in any case - like with Ludwig and Feliciano. They’re your friends. But people like Alfred are just people you talk to. You’ve never made it clear with me.
(KHonda is typing…)
[KHonda is offline. 3:36 AM.]
(3:36 AM) Charmant_Charmant: Good night, Kiku.
–
“I couldn’t think of the right words to explain it,” Kiku tells him, days later, when he chases him down on the street and stands, breathing hard, lips parts and face flushed. “You’re my friend. Of course, you’re my friend. But you’re not; you’re more important than that to me. I care about you, Francis, and that terrifies me.”
Francis is still, holding his gaze. They’re the only two on the sidewalk, despite the crowds parting around them.
–
Francis doesn’t know who figures it out first. All he knows is that the moment he realizes, he knows this was different, more distinctive. This is not the feeling he’d been chasing for a good part of his life, the high he’d ridden in empty promises and short relationships. This is something solid and sure, something he can stand on without trembling and face a hurricane and scream back.
([KHonda is online. 11:58 AM.]
[Charmant_Charmant is online. 11:59 AM.]
(12:00 PM) Charmant_Charmant: Meet me at the cafe.
(12:01 PM) KHonda: I’m on my way.)
And he runs.
–
“All I know,” Francis tells him, when he and Kiku crash and grapple for each other, grabbing forearms and shoulders, breathless and wide eyed and bright, “is that I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t know if it’s love, or if it’s obsession, or fear, but I’m ready to find out.”
“Okay,” Kiku breathes, “okay.”
–
(Dear Kiku, read the note.
The idea that you can’t love someone unless you love yourself first is a lie. I never loved myself as I should have, but you - god, you, I loved so much that I forgot what hating myself felt like.)
–
In years to come, Kiku Honda will achieve his dream of becoming an author and Francis Bonnefoy will become a world famous designer. They’ll each live out their lives in a comfortable home, with pets and the love of their lives.
(It’s just that life works in ways that drives them apart and brings them together. Kiku will write a book about that - it will be his bestseller, a story about two boys who find each other, against all odds. The world, he’ll say, is a small place. He’ll tell the interviewers that destiny has a plan for everyone, and then he’ll share a knowing little smile with his husband, who sits disguised nearby, with a fond smile on his lips.
And Kiku will go back to talking about his book, with no one any the wiser.)
