Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
I'm not sure if this would be a song-fic (I didn't add a lot of the original lyrics to the story), but the story is based off of the song "Lola" by the Kinks. After listening to the song several times this week, I came to the conclusion that the story made for a good FRUK story. Enjoy~
It had just turned to night, and having nothing better to do, England found himself walking into a club in the city of Soho, a town where they served Champagne so often that you would think it was cola. Yes, cola, a drink that both England and the soda-loving America both liked. But this story is not about soda or America and England's relationship.
After only a few minutes of listening to the music and sipping his drink, a woman with shoulder length, wavy blond hair, beautiful blue eyes and he had to admit a lovely body walked up to him and asked in a thick French for a dance. In response to her question, England asked what her name was. To this she replied "Lola."
With this the two of us walked to the dance floor and began to dance. At one point during the first dance, Lola hugged England in a tight embrace which nearly broke his back; confusing the Brit as to how she was so strong. England was then also confused by his dance partner, for while she walked like any other girl she had a voice and vocabulary of a typical man.
England did not let this bother him however and instead drank several glasses of champagne with her and danced for many songs with her under the colorful lights. At last they stopped when Lola sat down and pulled England onto her knees, followed by her asking in a seductive manner, "mon Angleterre, won't you come home with me?"
As she said this, England felt something from under Lola's dress which he knew should not be there. With this new information, he was able to put the pieces that were confusing him together and looked into Lola's eyes once more before pushing himself away from him.
After getting off of Lola, England walked to the door of the club, only to fall to the floor onto his knees. By that time, Lola had gotten up and looked down at England as England looked back at him. As England looked at the man he knew as Lola, he could not help but think about what a weird and confusing world the place was, filled with people who wanted to be what they were not. But despite that, the person before him who he learned to love had somehow found sense in it.
Getting up off the floor, England admitted to the other that it had been a long time since he had kissed anyone. To this Lola gave a slightly creepy laugh while taking England's hand and told him, "Dear Angleterre, I'm gonna make you a man."
With that the two of them left for Lola's house and spent the night together. Years later, England would think back to that night and remember that while he was not the most masculine of the two that night, he was still glad that he was a man. Just as how he was glad that his partner Lola, whose real name was France, was also a man.
I hope you all liked it and as always, please review.