Hetalia Reader Inserts 2

**Notes: Virgivitiphobia is the phobia of being raped. This was supposed to be shorter and end with France reassuring the reader is safe with him, but this version is okay I guess (I edited it so it's a little closer to what I wanted). Kinda disappointed it didn't come out like I meant it to. 

This is inspired by the end of this video: https://youtu.be/JuCvfEcbzpk

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    Of all the boys in your university, the one you feared the most was Francis Bonnefoy. Why? Because he had a reputation of possibly being a rapist. No one knows exactly where this rumor came from, but everyone--excluding teachers--have heard it, and there are some girls who even claimed to have had Francis force himself on them in a rape attempt after the rumor spread two years ago, when he was a college freshman.

    You didn't care whether or the rumor was true or not; all you knew is you had a terrible fear of being raped, and hearing that boy being called a rapist made you decide then and there to avoid him at all costs. Unfortunately, your college had other plans.

    You signed up as a freshman to have a randomly selected roommate. You didn't seriously think you'd actually get a male roommate, and what was worse, it was the college rapist. Unfortunately, you were too scared of angering him to request a roommate change. Besides, you reasoned, who else is going to be requesting a change? And it wouldn't be fair to doom another girl to be raped! That'd be cruel.

    And that is how you ended up sleeping in the same room as Francis. He was two grades above you, had silky-looking, chin-length blond hair, curious purple eyes, and a little bit of stubble on his chin. You had to admit he was rather handsome, but you were so afraid of being raped you couldn't fall asleep until well passed two in the morning.

    "Mademoiselle (Name)," cooed a voice. "Mademoiselle (Name), you need to wake up or you will be late for class."

    Groaning softly in irritation, you turned your body away from the person shaking you. Only when you were picked up and brought out of your room to be set down on the couch, bright lights hurting your eyes did you attempt to wake up.

    "What the heck?" you grumbled, sitting up and looking around. You noticed your roommate moving around in the little mini kitchen area and smelled the delicious scent of French toast. How ironic, you thought. A Frenchman making French toast for breakfast.

    "I'm sorry for carrying you," said Francis as he offered you a plate of food. "I just knew we had the same class at the same time, and was worried you'd not wake up in time to go. Hurry and eat up; you still need to get dressed!"

    Eyeing the man suspiciously, you waited until he went to use the bathroom before locking yourself in the bedroom to change from your pyjama's and into a comfortable outfit. You waited patiently outside of the bathroom when you were finished to put on some makeup. You flinched the slightest as he stepped past you, and noticed him give you a weird look. With a gulp you quickly entered the bathroom, did your routine and applied makeup. When you stepped out, Francis was waiting by the door for you, planning to walk to class along with you.

    "You know," he murmured as you exited through the door he held open, "you look far more beautiful without any makeup on."

    "How many girls have you said that to?" you asked, voice trembling more than you had intended.

    "As many as I can," the blond replied honestly. "You women don't seem to understand the importance of natural beauty, and it makes me quite sad. Girls shouldn't have to wear a mask to feel pretty."

    You stayed silent, not sure what to say. As you and Francis came upon a couple of guys, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer towards himself. You fought the urge to scream and pull away, only because the boys' stares made you uncomfortable and self conscious, and being closer to the man beside you made you feel the tiniest bit safer.

    "If those boys ever give you trouble in any way, do not hesitate to call me," murmured Francis as you finally passed the sketchy-looking men. You raised an eyebrow, but nodded nonetheless.

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    Waiting for Francis to fall asleep before showering was a bad idea. He seemed determined to stay up doing who know's what on his laptop. You honestly couldn't tell if he was doing homework or goofing off, but by the time eleven-thirty rolled around you were so tired you couldn't stand to stay up much later and decided to just shower. However, due to an exhausted and overwhelmed brain not functioning as sharp as a well-rested brain would, you forgot both your towel and your pj's in your bedroom. Where the rapist was.

    "Now I've done it," you squeaked, squatting down on the bath mat and lacing your fingers into your hair to grip it and release stress. "I'm such an idiot!"

    "Are you done in there yet?" asked a French accent. "I would like to remind you we have only one bathroom to share, and I need to use it sometimes."

    Scared, you said the first thing that came to your mind. "Go use someone else's!"

    "But why? This is ours. You just need to shower, oui? It does not take long to do that."

    "Please," you begged. "Just go!"

    "(Name)," Francis said sternly. "Open this door right now and tell me what is wrong or I am coming in there. If I find drugs or some sort of razor we are going to be having a serious talk. You have three seconds."

    "No, please!" you begged, shoving your body against the door. "Don't come in! Leave me alone!"

    A French sigh could be heard before the door was shoved open, and a very concerned blond forced his way in. "I swear if you are hurting yours--."

    Both you and Francis froze. Terrified, you broke down in tears begging him not to rape you. He ended up leaving before coming back with your towel and pj's, offering them to you from around the door. After you got dried off and dressed, you nervously made your way to the bedroom where Francis was waiting.

    "What was all that about?" he asked gently, his face turned away from you.

    "Everyone says you're a rapist, a-and I have a phobia of being raped. . ." you explained timidly in a quiet voice.

    Francis did not respond, and instead nodded. After several minutes filled with awkward silence, he finally spoke. "Do you really believe the rumors? Don't you realize they're just that: rumors, and nothing more?"

    "So . . . you're telling me you're not a rapist?"

     "Oui. I have never raped anyone, and I do not plan to ever rape anyone." Francis' face twisted as he continued. "Rape is violent, painful and traumatic. I could never do something like that to another person! Love is not something that should be forced on others."

    Now it was your turn to stay silent. You played with your nails, refusing to look up at the gaze you felt on you. You were still very much afraid, and now felt guilty as well for hurting your roommate.

    "You're safe with me," murmured Francis, causing you to lift your head up to him. "I promise."

    "I-I . . . I'm just so scared," you admitted, tears beginning to pool in your eyes again.

    "It's okay," Francis reasssured, holding his arms out in invitation for a hug. You crawled off your small bed and took the three steps it to cross the room, embracing the man timidly. He lightly wrapped his arms around you and rubbed up and down your back slowly with one hand while his other gently cupped the back of your head to hold it against his shoulder.  "See? You're fine."