It was another ordinary day in the Hetalia Academy cafeteria. America was going crazy for the burgers, Canada was invisible, Russia was terrorizing the Baltic States and stupid France and I were once again in the middle of yet another bicker battle.
"NO BLOODY WAY FROG. I REFUSE TO GET THIS BISCUIT OUT OF MY MOUTH. I AM HOLDING ALL MY NOTEBOOKS AND I REFUSE TO LET GO OF ANY OF THEM." I yelled.
"Oh come on Angleterre~ You know you want to give me that biscuit~Give iiiiit~!
"NO!"
"OUI~"
"NO!"
"Fine then." France replied, a smirk present on his face. Shit was about to go down. "Then I shall take matters into my own hands."
Before I could say a witty comeback, the Frenchman leaned forward and bit off the biscuit that was in my mouth. I could feel all my blood rushing to my head. And then, somebody shoved me.
I suddenly tasted the flavours of vanilla and butter biscuit. It was extremely out of character for me but, I kissed France harder. God, I couldn't help it. He was just so…everything. Everything I desired at that moment. I moaned a bit and our lips pressed together for what felt like forever.
We pulled apart, panting. What I did, just sunk into my head. I KISSED FRANCE. I BLOODY KISSED HIM. WE SNOGGED RIGHT THERE. IN FRONT OF EVERYONE.
"Damn you France!" I shouted. I ran to the bathroom right there and then.
Git, why do you have to be so beautiful in whatever you do?
AN: Guess who pushed Iggy. Whoever guesses correctly will go to Hogwarts with England. XDD