(A/N If you're reading this, I thank you. My writing sucks because I constantly have writers block. =.= anywho... this is a fluffeh FrUk fanfiction, (may contain some RoChu) mah favorite pairing~! ~(OAO)~ Francis: Merci, mon chere! onhonhonhon
Arthur: *flip table* I don't like that bloody frog!
Me: (;-.-) IDGAF in my story you do so STFU Arthur: okay...
Anyways, this will be a part AU story. England and France might seem a little OOC ad i'm sorry, but enjoy~!)
Arthur's POV
I walk into the meeting room and smile as I see that no one is in the room. I walk over to the chalkboard and start sketching Japan, Italy, and Germany's faces. I let my mind wander and all of a sudden,
I come to my senses and I see that instead of Italy, I drew France's face.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!" I yell, a blush forming on my face. Why did I draw that frog? I immediatly pick up the eraser and erase his face,
embarrassed that someone might have saw. I look around and see that no one had entered while I was spaced out. (CANADA'S THERE! /shot)
I sighed in relief and started to re-draw Italy. A while later, Ivan and Yao walk in, waving. I wave back and continue to wait for the others to get here. Francis walks in a little while later and when he catches me looking (staring /shot again) at him, he winks playfully at me. I turn away, trying to hide my obvious blush. Why am I doing this?
I think. He teases me practically every day, but now, why is my heart skipping beats when he looks at me? D-Do I like him? ... NO! OF COURSE NOT! Why am I thinking this! I despise that bloody frog! But... now that I realize, his eyes are the most amazing shade of blue, his accent is to die for... NO! STOP! I CAN'T THINK THESE THINGS! HE'S MY ENEMY AND I DESPISE HIM!
I huff angrily and glare at the Frenchman, who is chatting away with Alfred, whom I hadn't seen walk in. I pinch the bridge of my nose in annoyance. What is it I'm feeling? Is it... love?
(A/N mehh short chapter is short. Comment if you want me to continue!)