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New boy - FrUkHe was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.

"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.

My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Ché

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Pairing: FrUK
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"No, no, no! That's the wrong brand!"

Arthur frowned with displeasure as he bumped Francis aside with his hip, reaching up to grab the right box of tea
beside the one Francis was reaching for. He placed it on the counter before he shut the cabinet.

"Well excusez-moi.", Francis said with a sharp tone as he sarcastically placed a hand over his heart, earning a scowl
from his husband. Arthur sniffed, "Oh, shut up." Francis smiled lightly and patted Arthur's backside, "Now, now. No need
to be hasty, it's only tea."

Arthur swatted his hand away, "Well, I prefer a specific brand. If you hav

VoicemailsA woman's voice spoke in his ear, pre-recorded and uneven.

"Nine new messages."

The Frenchman blinked in what might be loosely described as surprise.

Nine?

He didn't usually get that many calls- most of his conversations went by text message.

First new message from-"

The voice switched to a man's, the two words spoken smoothly:

"Arthur Kirkland."

Arthur?

"Received at eight thirty-four PM."

"Hi, frog, it's me, Arthur. I wanted to know if you wanted to go drinking or something- I'm bored to death and I don't want to wake up tomorrow in someone's bed. Call me back if you get this in time."

Arthur had wanted to go drinking with him? Wa

AloneArthur shivered. He turned over onto his other side, pulled the blankets over his shoulder, and tried again to fall asleep. He gave it five minutes and sat up, sighing.

Three hours of trying to get comfortable certainly tried his patience.

The Brit closed his eyes, leaning against the headboard to think. Why couldn't he sleep...? Was there something bothering him? Was there something he wanted? Needed?

Well, yes, he told himself, opening his eyes and staring at the opposite wall. That moron is the answer to all four questions.

He wanted to speak to him. See him.

Well, there was only one way to accomplish that.

Arthur reached over to the

Days PassedEngland was starving. He was too small to catch food on his own and no one cared for children. Sometimes he wondered if they knew he was the embodiment of their nation then many they would give him something to eat. Instead he was forced to wait out until that frog would sneak out and bring him food.

"Mon cher? Mon cher it's me."

Jumping up from behind the bush England ran as fast as his little legs to carry him. Clinging to France's leg he sniffled a little.

"I sorry mon cher, but they are noticing my ways of disappearing! Here I brought you enough breads to last you a week and we can pick some fruit before I leave."

Arthur chewed a soft

Contradiction"You're joking."

Arthur stared at Francis in shock, mouth open and red starting to spread over his features.

"I kid you not, Arthur, mon cher."

"You're lying," the Brit repeated. "There's no way you could love me." His voice rose in volume, panic making him shout. "Liar!"

He charged at the Frenchman and grasped him by the front of his shirt. "Tell me you hate me!"

Francis only shook his head, eyes not leaving Arthur's for even a second. "I won't lie to you."

Their faces were jerked closer together by a shaking hand. "Liar! Tell me!" The Englishman's snarl was frightened, frightened at the prospect of losing his closest enemy. "You hate

The Cold Months are Coming"Wait, wait, wait… How do I do this again?"

"You have to spread your legs more, mon cheri."

"L-let go of me, you git! Your hands all over me doesn't help!"

"You just have to relax, dear."

"I can't relax!"

"But look how well Antonio and Lovino are doing. They're practically professionals."

"Don't look at them! Stop embarrassing me!"

"And what about Kiku? I thought he was giving you lessons?"

"Alfred found out and we had to stop…"

"I wish I could have gotten it on videotape. It must have been funny."

"Oh, bludgeon yourself, frog! And I told you to let me go! Waahhh, don't let me go!!"

Francis smiled and gently held onto Art

2P FrUk."Tea is lovely, tea is nice~ tea is wonderful for the right price~" the man grinned as he walked around his large garden. The garden seemed to be a dark place but to this man it was heaven. The man looked around, giggling has his brilliant blue eyes with pink swirls saw the small grave stones and blood soaked grass and dirt. "What a lovely day!" He giggled again, "Arthur loves these day~" Arthur giggled again, twirling around. Then sat at a large round table, he poured tea into a cracked tea cup and drank. The sky was gloomy, but that was how everyday looked. One of the biggest wars in the history of the world was going on outside of Arthur'

ThoughtsA sigh escaped the man's lips as he closed the night-table's only drawer, a sepia photo wrapped tenderly in some soft fabric.

It was a photo after the Allied victory over the Axis Powers, after America had bombed the Japanese into submission and the second World War had reached a conclusion.

All of them had stood for a group photo- Russia, with his oddly creepy smile; China, unfortunate enough to be stationed next to the grinning Russian; America, boisterous and obnoxious compared to the rest of them even during a celebration; Canada, immensely pleased to be part of a photo, let alone noticed for once, stood beside his brother with his pola

Chain ReactionThe first trigger was the accordions.

The second was the alcohol.

The third was his little soon-to-be-lover, sitting all alone in some corner of the club with only his drink and brain to entertain him.

Francis clicked his tongue. He couldn't let such a cute, lonely long-time enemy spend the night by himself, could he?

He sauntered over to Arthur and rested a hand on his shoulder, snatching away the drink and grinning down at him. "Bonjour, mon ami."

"Bugger off," the Brit groaned, snatching at his drink in a failed attempt to retrieve it. "I don't want to talk to you."

"I'm not asking for you to talk to me, Arthur, dear." Francis winked

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"But I want you to stay here with me~ Please, Francis?" Arthur whined. "Drink more tea with me and then... We can play~"

"Non. I have work to do! But a warning, mon cher~" Francis said, leaning over. He pressed a knife to his lover's throat. "You belong to me."

"Mmm~ Of course, love~ Stay with me~"

"Adieu."

"Bugger…" England looked into his tea cup sadly, his pointed teething showing as his mouth was opened a little bit. "I didn't want you to leave…"

In the tea, he could see his blue and pink eyes looking back at him. Why did Francis always have work? He should be with him and they should always be in eachothers' arms... Oh, ho

Center of AttentionFrancis looked down at the floor, pouting like a three year old child that had just been denied a cookie. Arthur had just completely ignored him- well, not completely. They had just finished dinner and Francis had tried to get him out of washing the dishes and into bed, like a good lover would, but no! as soon as he'd gone to touch Arthur's chest exactly how he liked it he'd gotten a gentle elbow-to-the-face and a sharp word.

"Not now," came Arthur's slightly-irritated reprimand. "I have to finish these before they start to smell."

Thus, Francis had gone to pout, sitting in a chair by the fireplace and staring at the floor between his knees

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Hetalia A Gentlemen's First Kiss

by ~KiylaNakiai, Jan 16, 2012, 11:36:48 AM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Short Stories

"So Britain!" America started his voice loud as usual. "Who was your first kiss?~"
England's face flushed a burning pink as he slipped into his memories.
A younger Britain was walking deep in the middle of a forest. Not saying a word or stopping to chat to his magical friends, he was headed to the heart of the forest- where there was a plain, which only had one, big, but really old tree. Getting closer to the heart, England could see a figure sitting in front of the tree. The Englishman's eyes sparkled as his pace quicken to the figure. As he entered the heart, he returned his old pace, calming to greet the man, who was reading a book in a foreign Language. As England's shadow blocked the sun's view for the figure, the man looked up, pushed his long blonde hair out of his face, and smiled. The man's cool blue eyes were as calm as ever as he greeted, "Bonjour Angleterre~ "
England nodded. He wondered how this man could keep such Icy eyes, AND yet, have such a warm impression. "France, can I sit here?" England asked with in a British accent that was attacked by puberty. His green eyes clouded.
"I don't know~ I may of stink of ze wine and cheeze!" The Frenchmen taunted. His voice was young, but puberty wasn't really bothering him. But what did, is when England didn't respond. "Of course England..." France continued, with concern hinted in his accent. England sat down, close to the Frenchmen, hugging his knees. He couldn't look at France, as he asked "Have you kissed anyone before?"
France blinked at such a question! "Of course I have~ Je suis a lover~"
England continued, hugging his knees tighter "Wot about a boy?"
France hesitated, probably wondering if England was questioning his sexuality. "Non. Not yet at least."
England nodded, and continued looking down.
France sighed. "You haven't had your first kiss, have you?"
After a pause, England shook his head, and then positioned himself to get up and leave, but France grabbed his hand, and turned the Brits shoulder, so that Britain would have to face him. The Frenchmen asked softly "Do you want your first kiss?"
England looked away; his face was blushing a deep pink. France smiled, as if he knew what this meant, and he leaned, along with England himself. The two met the passion of the kiss, and the soft touch of France's hand caress his burning cheek made the Brit flush even more. When they broke apart, France's icy, yet warm eyes flooded into England's shimmering green ones as he whispered "how waz zat?"
England was speechless. All he could do was look into France's face, where he noticed that the Frenchmen's face was hinting a blush as well. Chuckling, France got up, grabbed his book and spoke in a louder tone. "I hope vous enjoyed your first kiss, Mon lapin~" As France walked away, Britain touched his lips. That rest of the day, all he could think about was how soft France's lips were.
"Well?!" America shouted. "Who was your first kiss?? France Russia and me are DYING to know!"
Russia nodded, while France remained silent.
"I don't remember America..." Britain shrugged. That was a huge lie. That day with France made Britain fall for boys, rather then girls. There was penalty of times where Britain tried to force himself to a girl; he even tried to do such dark, terrible things to change his sexuality. But nothing worked. He gave up. Well, truthfully, he was forced to give up. The Brit shuddered as he looked over at Russia, whose possessive purple gaze was penetrating into England's soul. "I wanna go home..." England whined.
Russia grinned "Da, let's!~ This game was boring anyways!" Russia grabbed England's hand, and started to forcibly pull England away. Britain had one last glance, which was to France.
Who was looking away sadly.
The ice in France's eyes were melting.

Hetalia A Gentlemen's First Kissby ~KiylaNakiai

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Romance / General / Short Stories

Another fanfic from Moi~
It comes from Hetalia, and this story focuses of the view point of Britain~
SOME frUK and RusENG is implied ~ <3
USUK fangirls and Yaoi haters stay away!~
Enjoy~ <3