Your guardian Angel: FrancexReader


Your guardian Angel...


"Arthur, Get the hell away from me!" You screamed, crying your eyes out as you saw your beloved Fiance pissed. He clearly didn't understand that you and Francis were best friends.


To be truthful, you were in  mental fight between the two country personifications. You felt the anger when he blamed you for everything bad that happened to him.  And this was the last strand, you weren't going to take anymore of his crap. You looked at the Brit with anger, slipping the engagement ring from your finger and throwing it at him. With that, you packed your things and went to your car.


Driving away from the scene with tears falling down your face. You were heading to Francis's house. At least he knew how to treat woman and not to judge before hearing.  It was an hour drive but you managed to be in the French's house at One in the morning.


'He is still up...' You thought as you parked and went towards the door, which suddenly opened to reveal a shirtless Francis, Antonio and Gilbert. You knew the trio wouldn't try anything funny since you were still crying and hiccups prevented you to talk.


"Mon diue! Mon ami, What happened to you?" Francis said as he quickly pulled you inside and enveloped you in a tight warm hug.


After you explained the trio what happened, Antonio dragged Gilbert out to have a 'Chat' with Arthur. So they took your car after getting your bags from it.


A while later, you were on the Love seat with Francis petting your hair. You had fallen asleep on his lap and he sighed. He looked at you softly before pressing his lips against yours.

"I will never let you fall...
I stand up to you forever...
I'll be there for you through it all...
Even if saving you sends me to heaven..."

He whispered softly as he let you sleep on his lap in that cold depressing night.