HetaliaxChubby!Reader: Halloween [France's Ending]

… a-a maid’s outfit??!

 “A-Are you sure this is even a costume?” you cried with a confused look as you stepped out of the dressing room. The girl who has been helping you clapped her hands together with a smile.
 
  “Sure is!” she chirped and you blushed.
 
  You were dressed in a simple French maid’s outfit. A short black dress with a big white pocket around your midsection, lined with white frills with a big bow on the back. The sleeves puffed out around your shoulders so your arms were bare. On your head was a headband that had the same kind of frills that lined the bottom of your dress on it. In your hand was a feather duster.
 
   “What is this!?” you exclaimed, still confused.
 
  The girl just chuckled, “I find maid outfits cute, do you not?”
 
  No, but you knew someone who did. Francis Bonnefoy, the flirtatious blonde Frenchman with sea blue eyes; he was also your best friend, and your crush. He had a little fetish about these kinds of things. You weren’t sure how you ever developed a crush on him. He was far too flirty to ever like someone like you, or that’s what you thought. He was a shameless flirt to just about everyone… except you.
 
  You figured he saw you as his best friend and nothing more than that. It was kind of sad really, and it didn’t help your self esteem. Sometimes you felt like he saw you as a little sister.
 
  “Well…” you trailed off and the girl laughed.
 
  “I think you look adorable! Come on, maid costumes are so popular!” she assured you. Yeah, maybe for weird people…
 
  You sighed, “What am I getting myself into…?”
 
  ~Timeskip~

  You ended up getting the costume, whatever compelled you to, you were not sure. It was a bit skimpy, you know how maid dresses are. Most of your legs were exposed and your arms too, though the dress compressed most of your stomach. Secretly, and to your own shame, you thought it was cute. You just weren’t sure of it looked as flattering on you.
 
  Anyway, it was almost time for Alfred’s party, so you put on the outfit and smiled a little at yourself in the mirror. Maybe you got it just to see if Francis would like it… you slapped yourself. Deciding the damage was done and you already bought the costume, you left for the party.
 
  Before you got there, you stopped by the store and got some chips to help contribute to the party. You walked up to the door with the chips in one arm and tapped the door with the feather duster in your other hand. Alfred opened the door, dressed in a Captain America outfit.
 
  The dark blonde looked like he was going to greet you obnoxiously but stopped as soon as he saw what you were wearing. His jaw dropped a little and he blinked.
 
  “Well, you look… stunning really,” he said then smirked, “Is someone looking to impress a certain someone else~?” he inquired.
 
  You blushed a little and shoved the ships into the blue eyed boy’s arms. He was the only one who knew about your crush on the flirty Frenchman.
 
  “Quiet you,” you said and shyly stepped into the house. You saw a few of your friends already here like Ludwig Beilschmidt, who was dressed like a vampire, and Yao Wang who looked like he was a dragon. Then you saw Francis.
 
  The Frenchman’s blonde hair fell perfectly around his shoulders, and a pair of cat ears poked up from his hair. Honestly, you half expected him to have a ‘costume’ that was mostly naked, but he actually has clothes on. He was wearing a yellow, fluffy vest that matched his hair and ears along with fluffy pants. His face had painted on whiskers and a cute black nose.
 
  You stared at him for a moment before he turned his azure gaze in your direction and cracked a smile, a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
 
  “Salut ma chérie~” he greeted as he waltzed up to you, very noticeable observing your outfit.
 
  “Hey Francis,” you chuckled. “I like your outfit.”
 
  Francis looked you over again, “Oui, merci. I like yours too… I never thought I’d ever see you in a maid outfit~” he mused.
 
  “Yeah well… I don’t even know,” you shrugged and turned red. “Does it look alright?”
 
  Francis looked you straight in your eyes, blue meeting (e/c), “It looks wonderful~”
 
  You couldn’t tell if he was just saying that to help your confidence so you just sighed and pressed yourself together. Francis seemed to notice your actions because he tipped his head.
 
  “What’s wrong ma belle?” he asked with a slightly worried tone.
 
  Feeling a bit self conscious, you looked up at your friend, “Do you think I’m too chubby to wear something like this?” you asked honestly and glanced back at the floor.
 
  Francis blinked, “Non, non. You can wear whatever you want. I think you look fine.”
 
  You smiled slightly and looked up when you felt your friend’s hand on your cheek, turning your head up to look at him. The action made you blush even more than you might have been before.
 
  “_______, you can wear whatever and I’ll think you look good. You’re perfect,” Francis said soothingly. “More than that, you’re beautiful.”
 
  You stared at the boy for a few seconds, “You think I’m beautiful?”
 
  “Of course I do, I always have,” the blond insisted, taking one of your hands in his. “Je t’aime.”
 
  Your heart skipped a beat or two, “Thanks Francis, I-”
 
  You were cut off when Francis leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You stood there frozen in a mix of shock and surprise for a moment as Francis wrapped his arms around you, making you jump slightly. When he pulled away, he leaned forward and whispered:
 
  “You know ______, it doesn’t matter what you look like, to me you’re beautiful and you should think so too.”
 
  You shuffled your feet at a loss for words, but Francis stopped you before you could even say anything as a response.
 
  “Just think about that for a while okay?” he asked and you nodded quickly.
   
  “I love you too Francis,” you smiled.
 
  Francis’ smile nearly matched yours, then grew a little wider, “But I really am enjoying this outfit on you~” he mused. “You should wear more things like it.”
 
  You turned your head toward the floor and looked at the skimpy dress before huffing, “I don’t think so…” then you looked up at Francis, who was giving you a puppy dog pouty face and you sighed. “Fine… maybe…”