'OOMPH!'
All heads in the hallway turned momentarily at the sound of something colliding with a row of lockers. Or more correctly, someone.
/OOO/
Arthur had just been putting his books away to go to lunch when he felt a presence come up behind him. Before he knew it, he was being spun around, pushed up against the lockers with his own slamming shut. He tried to fight back but his hands were pinned above his head and his captors leg was placed between his, making him unable to escape. When he finally looked up to see who thought they were being just so damn clever his eyes were met with ocean blue. He growled.
"Francis, what the bloody hell is this?" The French student smirked.
"Cher...say you love me." The Brit only glowered more.
"No." He replied bluntly, not even missing a beat. "Now get your knee out of my crotch."
Francis smiled a devious smile and moved his leg a bit. Along with the friction came a small, uncomfortable blush to rise on Arthur's face. Adorable.
"Non, non, non. Say you love moi~"
"Knee. Out of crotch. Now." He demanded.
"Ohohohohon, if I remove my leg will you say it?" Arthur's glare deepened in irritation.
"What does it matter you insufferable frog?" The French student sighed.
"Lapin, if you don't say it I wont be moving anytime soon." Francis replied with a grin.
Arthur scoffed. "Well then, we'll be here a quite while then because I wont be saying anything of the sort until you remove your damn leg!"
They held each others gaze for a few moments, students passing through the hallway throwing them questioning looks. Finally Francis broke the silence, if not the staring contest.
"Cheri, If you did tell me that you loved me...would you mean it?"
Arthur blinked a few times, his face growing visibly redder.
"Wha-what kind...what kind o-of question is that?"
Francis smiled again, only this time it came across in a much less perverse manner. He slowly leaned into the trapped British student, capturing not only his body against the lockers but also his lips with his own. Surprised, the shorter blonde tensed. But soon, after seeing no means of escape, relaxed and let the French student move his mouth over his. Sensing this, Francis again moved his leg in between Arthur's own two, earning a muffled moan. And, not wanting to neglect a perfectly good opportunity, slipped his tongue into the others cavern, mapping it out and rolling his with the Brits. Then, when Francis finally pulled away, green eyes stared up at him. Arthur, breathing a bit raggedly, was already glaring at him again. His face still as red as could be.
Gently lowering both of their hands from the metal wall behind the Brit, Francis brought Arthur's down to his lips and kissed the knuckles tenderly. Then, pulling him forward, placed a light kiss to the top of his forehead.
"Mon amour," He started. "You may not have the words to say quite yet..." He flashed a sly grin. "But your expressions tell me all I need to hear~" And with a slew of oh so British curse words Francis dragged a stuttering, irritated, and completely red-faced Arthur to lunch.