This was a request of InkSheWolf of deviantART. Hope you all like!

Thanks go to Fullmetalfan849 on deviantART for helping me fix some French errors.

DISCLAIMER: I. DO. NOT. OWN. HETALIA.

Arthur rejected him, again. And Francis had put so much thought into asking him out this time. He'd even got a bouquet of Arthur's favourite roses, and they weren't cheap! As a result, Francis was even more depressed than usual as he sat down for lunch, the bouquet of roses still tucked under his arm. His friends, Gilbert and Antonio picked up on his distress, and knew the cause immediately.

"Did ugly-eyebrows reject you again?" asked Gilbert. Francis frowned, but nodded; a bit irked that Gilbert would talk about his beloved like that. He personally thought Arthur's eyebrows, although large, rather suited his face. They were definitely not ugly! Arthur was utterly, and completely wonderful, from his beautiful emerald eyes, to the impeccable way he wore his school uniform. He may have a slightly violent personality, but Francis thought it was adorable, and knew that Arthur had a kind heart.

"You should really stop trying Francis," added Antonio. Francis's frown stayed in place. That's exactly what he'd told Antonio when he was upset about a rejection from Lovino Vargas. Antonio hadn't listened to his advice back then, so why should he listen to Antonio's advice now?

"But I- I don't want to. He is mon amour, I- je l'aime…" Francis really did love Arthur, with all of his heart. He knew his reputation wasn't the best, but he was trying to make it better, to show Arthur that he was his one and only. He'd broken up with his last girlfriend, he'd stopped sleeping around, – He hadn't gotten laid in months! – he'd stopped flirting with random people, he'd even bought gifts, like the flowers he was holding, and written poems in French and in English, just to prove to Arthur he was serious, and did really love him.

"I don't understand!" Francis began to wail in a very loud, unmanly way. The whole cafeteria could probably hear. "I've done everything I can think of! He doesn't have to love me, I just want to take him out on a date, just one date, and show how much I love him!"

He got up of his seat, and walked over to the table Arthur was sitting at.

"What do you want, frog-" Arthur began, standing up.

"JE T'AIME, ARTHUR KIRKLAND!" announced Francis, grabbing Arthur by the shoulders, and getting the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, "I really, do. I know I've lied to people before, but do you think I'd lie about something in front of the whole school?" Arthur gulped.

"I don't think-"

"Don't think" Francis put a hand behind Arthur's head, and pulled the British student's lips to his in a sweet chaste kiss that seemed to last forever. Francis pulled away, slightly amused by the dark red colour Arthur's face had become, and the way his mouth was open in surprise. The hall was silent, waiting for Arthur's reaction.

"Think about it, mon amour. Whatever you decide, I'll accept it." With that final statement, Francis let go of Arthur's shoulders and left the cafeteria. That's when Arthur seemed to recover from his shock. His face went from red with embarrassment, to red with anger. He began to run after Francis, screaming:

"GET BACK HERE YOU BLOODY FROG, AND GIVE ME A PROPER KISS!"

Woah... Two stories in one day... Oh my god...

I'm so bad at writing France, I really need to practice more. Reviews for improvement, Bitte?