Fic: PrussiaFrance
Title: It Started at the Park
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing/Character: pre-Prussia/France, Canada
Warning: slash
Summary: a little boy lost in the park, and then Gilbert is meeting the handsome father
The sun was setting, and it painted the sky with beautiful shades of pink and blue. It never stopped being breathtaking, of course, he would never admit to that out loud. Ever.
His ruby red eyes narrowed at the thought of someone ever hearing that, his reputation would be ruined. It was then, that he saw the little crying ball with a mop of blond hair.
It reminded him of his brother, the little yellow ball, and Gilbert had to stop and check to make sure that the kid was alright.
“Hey, kid, why are you crying?” Gilbert asked, squatting in front of the kid. The kid looked up and Gilbert noted that the kid had squared rimmed glasses and behind those, beautiful blue eyes that had tinges of violet. Tears were running down his cheeks and he look so miserable, Gilbert wanted to just cuddle the poor boy. However, he stopped himself because that would be awkward and it would ruin his reputation.
“I lost my papa. He told me to stay at a certain spot but I saw a butterfly and I moved, now I can’t find him.” the boy sobbed, and Gilbert was afraid the boy would hurt himself from the strong sobs wrecking his body.
He felt panic rise in him, because, what should he do? Ludwig had stopped being a little kid a long time ago, and even, then, they weren’t the overly, cuddly, fairy tale, gooey, gives people cavities, brothers. Not that they did not have their moments and not that Gilbert had not spoiled his brother as much as he could, but this was a kid from the street. He knew the moment that he came close to touching the boy, someone will come up and call him a pedophile, because that is what occurred in Gilbert’s life.
“Matthieu!” a voice rang out, which caused the boy to immediately stop crying and look up. Gilbert almost toppled over, but regained his balanced and watched as a blond figure ran over to them. The kid, apparently named Matthieu stood up and ran towards the figure, jumping into the other’s arms.
Gilbert stood up and watched the heartwarming scene, and no, his eyes were not tearing. Of course they were not tearing up, even if it was a beautiful scene, the two blonds hugging each other tightly. Gilbert could barely make out the soft french words.
“Merci, for watching over Matthieu.”
Gilbert couldn’t stop himself from staring at the figure in front of him. Bright blue eyes, rose cheeks, wave golden locks falling over sharp cheekbones, and the voice, what a sweet combination of softness and deepness. Was this the boy’s papa? He couldn’t even accept that the person in front of him was real.
“Ugh, no problem.” Gilbert blurted out, not smooth at all. Not smooth at all.
“Say thank you to….” the other trailed off, and Gilbert was quick to introduce himself.
“Beilschmidt, Gilbert Beilschmidt.” perhaps he went for the James Bond introduction, and even if it came out dorky, he saw the smile widen on the other’s lips, so it was worth it.
“Thank you Mr. Bish.” Matthieu shyly thanked the other, the last name still hard for him to pronounce. Gilbert blinked at his chopped up last name, but he had heard worst, so he just chuckled. The kid was cute.
“It is a pleasure, Mr. Beilschmidt. I am Francis Bonnefoy and this is my son, Matthieu.” Francis smiled, and Gilbert felt his stomach churn. Most beautiful smile Gilbert had every seen, and it really was not fair.
“We have to head back home, but hopefully, we’ll see each other again sometime. Eh?” Francis smiled his breathtaking smile, before turning around and walking away, muttering softly to Matthieu. Matthieu looked over his papa’s shoulder and waved good bye at Gilbert, who waved back.
Gilbert just stood there, watching the two disappear into the distance.
He had to remind himself that love at first sight was stupid, and it did not happen. Not only that, but Gilbert didn’t have time for love. Love was not on his schedule and last time it was, it ended terribly. So no, no love, no nothing. He was over that.
Except, there was nothing wrong if he decided, for once, to walk the dogs through the park at the same time, and happened to see the two blonds again. Nothing wrong with that at all.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing/Character: pre-Prussia/France, Canada
Warning: slash
Summary: a little boy lost in the park, and then Gilbert is meeting the handsome father
The sun was setting, and it painted the sky with beautiful shades of pink and blue. It never stopped being breathtaking, of course, he would never admit to that out loud. Ever.
His ruby red eyes narrowed at the thought of someone ever hearing that, his reputation would be ruined. It was then, that he saw the little crying ball with a mop of blond hair.
It reminded him of his brother, the little yellow ball, and Gilbert had to stop and check to make sure that the kid was alright.
“Hey, kid, why are you crying?” Gilbert asked, squatting in front of the kid. The kid looked up and Gilbert noted that the kid had squared rimmed glasses and behind those, beautiful blue eyes that had tinges of violet. Tears were running down his cheeks and he look so miserable, Gilbert wanted to just cuddle the poor boy. However, he stopped himself because that would be awkward and it would ruin his reputation.
“I lost my papa. He told me to stay at a certain spot but I saw a butterfly and I moved, now I can’t find him.” the boy sobbed, and Gilbert was afraid the boy would hurt himself from the strong sobs wrecking his body.
He felt panic rise in him, because, what should he do? Ludwig had stopped being a little kid a long time ago, and even, then, they weren’t the overly, cuddly, fairy tale, gooey, gives people cavities, brothers. Not that they did not have their moments and not that Gilbert had not spoiled his brother as much as he could, but this was a kid from the street. He knew the moment that he came close to touching the boy, someone will come up and call him a pedophile, because that is what occurred in Gilbert’s life.
“Matthieu!” a voice rang out, which caused the boy to immediately stop crying and look up. Gilbert almost toppled over, but regained his balanced and watched as a blond figure ran over to them. The kid, apparently named Matthieu stood up and ran towards the figure, jumping into the other’s arms.
Gilbert stood up and watched the heartwarming scene, and no, his eyes were not tearing. Of course they were not tearing up, even if it was a beautiful scene, the two blonds hugging each other tightly. Gilbert could barely make out the soft french words.
“Merci, for watching over Matthieu.”
Gilbert couldn’t stop himself from staring at the figure in front of him. Bright blue eyes, rose cheeks, wave golden locks falling over sharp cheekbones, and the voice, what a sweet combination of softness and deepness. Was this the boy’s papa? He couldn’t even accept that the person in front of him was real.
“Ugh, no problem.” Gilbert blurted out, not smooth at all. Not smooth at all.
“Say thank you to….” the other trailed off, and Gilbert was quick to introduce himself.
“Beilschmidt, Gilbert Beilschmidt.” perhaps he went for the James Bond introduction, and even if it came out dorky, he saw the smile widen on the other’s lips, so it was worth it.
“Thank you Mr. Bish.” Matthieu shyly thanked the other, the last name still hard for him to pronounce. Gilbert blinked at his chopped up last name, but he had heard worst, so he just chuckled. The kid was cute.
“It is a pleasure, Mr. Beilschmidt. I am Francis Bonnefoy and this is my son, Matthieu.” Francis smiled, and Gilbert felt his stomach churn. Most beautiful smile Gilbert had every seen, and it really was not fair.
“We have to head back home, but hopefully, we’ll see each other again sometime. Eh?” Francis smiled his breathtaking smile, before turning around and walking away, muttering softly to Matthieu. Matthieu looked over his papa’s shoulder and waved good bye at Gilbert, who waved back.
Gilbert just stood there, watching the two disappear into the distance.
He had to remind himself that love at first sight was stupid, and it did not happen. Not only that, but Gilbert didn’t have time for love. Love was not on his schedule and last time it was, it ended terribly. So no, no love, no nothing. He was over that.
Except, there was nothing wrong if he decided, for once, to walk the dogs through the park at the same time, and happened to see the two blonds again. Nothing wrong with that at all.