Author's Note: So I'm sitting in bed on Tuesday night and I thought maybe I'd change this tiy OOC fic into a little group of cutesy, unrelated (and OOC) oneshots. No certain update dates, just when I have a huge urge to write something.

This one's Franada~! I love Franada. Like, a lot. But I also like PruCan. But I ADORE Canada/Ukraine! Definitely one of my OTPs. (:

THIS IS ALSO fem!Canada and France. Juuuuust so you know, but I'm sure you could have figured that out on your own. XDD

Well, ANYWAYYYY. Here's the fic. :3

The faint tick tick ticking of the clock was driving her absolutely crazy. Insane. Bonkers. Maddie was going off her rocker. She knew libraries were quiet places but this much quiet was annoying, even for her. Not even the librarians were in the room, placing books on the shelves or anything.

Maddie sighed, looking away from the clock and back down at the books in front of her. Francis was supposed to be here by now. If I have to go one more day working on this history project alone I might just – Her thought process stopped due to three of loud, laughing teenage boys and she looked towards the entrance to the library. Sure enough, Francis was being followed by his two best friends Gilbert and Antonio. She sighed, slightly annoyed. Francis and her were supposed to be working on a project alone, not having fun.

"Francis," Maddie began, her voice quiet and soft but still angry, "we're supposed to be working on a project. You can't have your friends around because they'll only distract you. I also really don't want you to fail this project because you didn't do anything. And the teacher will know because you won't have any idea what you're supposed to be ta- hey. Hey Francis. Francis, listen to me." He had gone from listening to her to chatting with his friends again, and loudly. She felt her right eyebrow twitching in annoyance and she was near her breaking point. She really didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Francis Bonnefoy, listen to me when I'm speaking to you!" She said over their loud voices, standing up. Not only did all three boys shut up but they had shocked (and priceless) expressions on their faces. When she had all of their attention, she blushed. She was normally the quiet, calm one. "I'm sorry but you two have to go so Francis doesn't get distracted from his share of work." She said, pointing to the albino and the Spaniard. Antonio and Gilbert only looked down at her for a second before the tanner of the two smiled brightly and dragged Gilbert away. On their way out Maddie swore she heard Gilbert ask 'Who was that chick?'

Exasperated, Maddie sat down, grabbing hold of her red pencil and writing once again. Francis starred at her for a moment before sitting down beside her. He covered her hand with his own, stopping her from writing. She blushed profusely and looked up at him. She swore that her heart was going to jump out of her chest as he spoke to her.

"Mon cher," He began, starring into her blue eyes, "why do you get so angry when I bring Gilbert and Toni wis me?"

"B-Because Francis. W-We're supposed t-to be working not h-having fun." She stuttered in reply, looking away from him to try and hide her beet red face. Maddie knew he knew that she didn't like his friends that much and he knew one reason why that was. She wasn't about to tell him the other anytime soon, however.

"But why not? I 'ave fun when I am wis you, non?" He smirked at her flirtatiously and she felt as if her brain were going to explode because she was feeling too many emotions at once. She was not sure how to respond so she kept her mouth shut.

Maddie was no longer able to hide her face from him when he gently put his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. Then he took off her glasses, dragging some of her loose, curly blonde hair with them. The curls fell against her burning red cheek and she could not make a move to tuck them behind her ear again. After all, she did not have to since Francis, after setting her glasses on the table in front of them, did it for her. He kept his hand lightly against her neck and jaw and then place his other in the same place on the other side of her face. When the Frenchman's lips captured hers, her eyes widened slightly before they closed, enjoying the kiss.

When he broke away she almost whined in protest. Almost. She did, however, allow herself to pout and look up at him. Not that she could see him very well, despite their closeness. She was blind without her glasses on.

"You do that every time Francis. Every time I get mad at you or you think I get mad at you." She muttered, blush growing brighter. She felt around for her glasses and placed them back on her face when she found them. She turned to her work. "Is that how you really ask for forgiveness?"

Francis chuckled, also turning to the books. "Only wis you, mon cher. Only wis you." He knew he was forgiven when he saw a small spread across her face as she starred at the history book.

Author's Note: Not nearly as drabbley as the first one. Ha!

Just so you know, I went "D'aaaawwww!" a ton of times and I blushed too(i do that a lot while writing/reading). Normally I don't write kissy-kissy stuff but come on! Its France! XD

Also, I fail at writing accents. Just... no. I probably won't write any accent ever again. Ever.

Mon cher means 'My Dear' is French. :3

I hope you liked it. If you did, or even if you didn't, please review! ^^