Author's note:

Just so you know, this story includes multiple ships: DenNor, LietPol, PruHun, CanAme, NetherBel, SpaRom and UK/? (NOT A FRUK OR USUK story) but if you want a pairing with a non paired character you can request it. I already have the mystery person for England though! Sorry for this note, just wanted to "warn" you!

Enjoy!

« No, no, no ! » Arthur Kirkland exclaimed angrily, pushing the French student away. "But Arthur"- the other one said. "NO! I refuse to take your position as writer of that STUPID Aunty Agony column!" the Brit said irritably. "Besides, why on earth are you asking me?! I'm BRITISH, not FRENCH! I don't spout romantic nonsense and advice!" Arthur asked. Francis Bonnefoy, standing opposite him, laughed. "Justement, it would be refreshing to have some OTHER advice than mine!" "Well, I don't care. The answer is NO."

Francis pouted. "Allez, I really need your help! I'm going away for the week and I HAVE to give advice or I'll get kicked out of the Gakuen Gazette!" "I don't CARE!" Arthur whined. "How many times to I have to say it! Besides, you can EMAIL your so-called advice to Kiku!" The French boy shook his head miserably. "Ah, but I am going to un trou perdu with no Internet! Therefore I MUST have you do my job!" Seeing that the British boy wasn't giving in, he changed tactics. "Well, in that case, I will have no choice but to publish this unfortunate photograph of you in the next issue!" Francis said innocently.

"W-what photograph?" Arthur stuttered, then flushed angrily as he saw what the other was waving in front of him. "Wha-How-I-ugh…" he finished lamely. "This is blackmail!" Francis did not reply, as he was laughing in his typical way. "Ohonhonhonhon~"

"…Fine." Flashing a wide smile that would have made a lady swoon, Francis handed over the picture which Arthur immediately ripped to bits. "Copies?" the bitter student asked, as the other shaked his head. "Non." "There better not be."

As the French student skipped out of the room, Arthur sank to the desk groaning. "Heavens! Why me?!" To make matters worse, he now had to give love advice (Bloody hell) to students a week before prom (shoot me now). With a muffled sob, the Brit pulled himself out of his chair and left the room.

This was going to be a LONG week.

Justement: Precisely

Allez: Come on

Trou perdu: middle of nowhere

Non: No