Gives You Hell
Chapter One: For the Last Time
Too many times France had pissed off England. Every single day, something would happen to England that would often to be the work of France and his two partners-in-crime, Prussia and Spain. (For some reason, they called themselves The Bad Touch Trio) Everywhere in the school, the three would always be seen together. Nothing could split them three up. They would often take the blame for the other and the teachers would often become befuddled by the troublesome trio and they would often take detention for an hour. England would often be the victim in these pranks as well as the other students at World Academy.
Such as tampering with the school fountain and England had stormed off the headmaster's office, dripping wet. Another time consisted of a tripping wire. The trio had warned everybody not to use the stairwell except England and his boyfriend, America. The two had ended up with bloody lips, a black eye and America's ankle being twisted. Another time had been of Prussia slipping a mouse trap in the Brit's school bag and that had ended up with a lot of cuss words and the trio in stitches of hysterical laughter.
England was sick of it. Two weeks had passed since the last prank and he was hoping for peaceful day. He walked down the long corridor until he came to the dining hall. He saw them sat in a corner with their lovers: Canada, Romano and Austria. Canada was snuggled up beside France as he licked the maple syrup off the frog's fingers. Romano, however, was trying his best to escape from Spain's rib-crushing hug and Austria was sitting with his ear phones in as the loud Prussian shouted at the top of his voice about how awesome he was. This was a complete lie in England's opinion. Prussia then saw the Brit who was heading over to America's table, a few tables away. He leaned over, whispering something to the other two. They looked round and England scowled at them as he sat down next to America who was wolfing down a large hamburger.
"Hey, Iggy." America said, through a large mouthful of the burger which soon ended up sprayed on the older boy's cheek.
"Didn't your boss not teach you manners?" he asked, wiping away the food.
"Sure, he did, dude!" he said after swallowing.
A wolf whistle sounded a few tables away, along with some sniggering. They looked over and saw the trio and their lover's looking over at them. Prussia was making kissing faces at them as France and Spain sniggered at them.
"How is ze ankle today, mon ami? I trust you haven't had any more slip ups."
Prussia let out his usual obnoxious laughter. England snarled at the Frenchman.
"Don't listen to them, Iggy. They're not worth it."
"Aww, cowering behind your little American, are we, England?" mocked Prussia.
England hands tightened into fists. America's hand wrapped itself round his and the look in his eyes told him not to rise. Prussia made a whip cracking sound and France meowing and Prussia received a slap across the head by Austria.
"Vhat vas zat for?" he moaned, rubbing his head.
"You being an ass!" Austria grumbled.
"Kesesesese~. You still love me, zough?" Prussia cackled, kissing the Austrian.
Austrian blushed but scowled at his boyfriend. England sighed and rested his head against his little America's shoulder. It was going to be a long day.
France lounged in the library, snuggled up beside Canada who was trying to do his French homework but France's wandering hands were distracting him.
"France...pl-please. I wanna finish this."
"But why, mon petit lapin? You're so good at French. Ze south of your homeland practically speaks it."
"I know. But still I want to finish this and then I'm all yours."
"Ohonhonhonhon~. You tempt me, mon chou."
Canada sighed and continued his work as a slight blush crept across his cheeks. Prussia stuck his feet up on the table they were sat at and let a huge yawn.
"Mein Gott, I'm bored."
"Well, we're all bored, amigo." Said Spain. "I haven't got mi tomate here to look after me."
Prussia scoffed. "Pfft! I'd be bored even if he was here."
"Well...we could pull another prank." France suggested innocently.
Everyone looked towards the blonde. Canada spoke first as he closed his work book.
"France, every time you do a prank it involves England or my brother or both of them. And it get you guys into serious trouble and I don't want that."
France pouted and pulled the shy Canadian towards him into a loving embrace. "Oh, mon petit Canada, you're so caring for moi."
"Don't suffocate him!" Prussia snapped.
France threw him a sharp look at the albino and relaxed his grip on Canada, who snuggled into his boyfriend.
"I still zink we should do it, Canada." Said France, kissing his boyfriend's neck. "It could relieve our boredom."
Canada sighed. "There's no arguing with you, is there?"
"Non, mon cher." France said, chuckling and leaned in for a kiss. Canada obliged and kissed the blond.
"Well, you can do whatever you want to. Just don't get me involved please."
"D'accord." The Frenchman then turned to his best friends. "So, what shall we conjure up to piss off ze students? Or rather ze usual victims?"
"Vell, ve could trap England in ze toilets und set off an explosion." Suggested Prussia.
"And where, pray tell, are we going to get the explosives in such a sort amount of time?" asked Spain.
Prussia sagged at this. "Schieβe! Vell, vhat do you suggest then, Spain?"
Spain shrugged. "We could jump on him and shove him in the girls' changing rooms?"
"Non, we did. Zat last year, remember?"
"We could always try Alfred? Or switch the signs around on the door when he comes."
"Mon ami, we need something different. Something zat nobody will forget."
"Well, you could just do a flat tire?"
"Nein!" Prussia snarled. "We could paint the school benches and get the paint on his and America's clothes."
"Not memorable enough." Said France, trying to think.
"Well," said Canada, playing with France's loose tie. "You could do the bench prank...but instead of paint, it could be glue."
Silence fell upon the group. Canada slapped a hand to his mouth after realising what he just said.
"F-forget I said that."
"Non, mon cher. I zink we should just do zat. Spain, Prussia, come along. We've got a prank to unleash upon England." France leaned down and gave Canada a passionate kiss on the lips. "Merci, mon petit Canada. I'll give you ze most biggest reward for zis."
And the trio ran out of the library, leaving a bewildered yet ashamed Canada behind. The shy Canadian sighed and slumped down in his chair. He wanted to go and warn England but...boy did he want that reward from France!
The bell rang ending the lesson. England collected his things put them carefully in his bag, hoping that there wasn't another mouse trap inside. Luckily, there wasn't. England stood up from his seat and walked out of the classroom to find America.
Outside, England could see his boyfriend sitting with the most unlikely people ever. He was sitting with those idiots, who laughing hysterically with America. he scowled at the sight and stormed over to them. Prussia saw him and walked from the table towards him, grinning like an idiot.
"Hallo, Iggy. Come to have a good old laugh wiz us."
"Piss off, you wanker." He snarled before turning on his boyfriend. "Why the bloody hell are you sitting with these idiots?"
"What, they just called me over and I couldn't say no, dude!"
England sighed and sat down. "America—" He began but then he felt it. Something sticky on his school trousers. He tried to stand up but he couldn't move. He was stuck! Or rather he was glued to the bench. He turned on France.
"You twat!" he growled.
France didn't say anything, he was leaning against Spain, both of whom were laughing. England snarled and tried to get up but couldn't. He tried again and this time there was a ripping sound and England blushed furiously. More hysterical laughter followed this and America was doing his best not to laugh, but finding it very difficult. England snarled at his boyfriend.
"Don't sit there, you wanker. Go and get some help."
"O-okay, I-Iggy. Be right back." America said, still trying to fit the urge to laugh. The American began to walk away as France, Spain and Prussia got from the bench.
"Well, England." said Spain. "It's been fun. If you fancy seeing more, stick around."
The trio guffawed with laughter and walked away, their arms linked together and singing loudly LMFAO's 'Party Rock Anthem'.
At two in the morning, the dining room door opened as a cloaked figure entered the darkened room. The door closed and the figure walked into the middle of the room. The tables had pushed to one side of the hall and the chairs had been stacked high.
The figure in the cloak soon put down a large black book and took out a large piece of white chalk. He knelt down and began to draw three large circles inside each other and then began to draw weird symbols that was strange to the human eye.
As soon as the figure was done, he walked back to the middle of the circle and picked up the book and began to flick through the pages until he came to where he wanted to be. Green eyes scanned the pages and closed as the man to chant words under his breath. As he chanted the spell a second time, a slight breeze began to pick up and soon it became a gust of wind and became fast like a twister. The chalk drawing on the ground suddenly glowed eerily green and as the spell was repeated yet again, it changed and the light intensified. The hard flapped the cloak fiercely and the hood fell back.
As soon as it had started, everything stopped as England chanted the last few words of the spell with a smirk on his lips. In the morning, France was in for a treat...
In the morning, the alarm clock beeped twice and then stopped. France turned over in his sleep and stretched. He crawled out of bed and fell clumsily to the floor. The Frenchman shook his head and looked around.
Why was everything so big? Had he suddenly shrunk in the night? Or was he still dreaming? Maybe he was imagining it. The sex reward he had given Canada last night had made them both tired. France shrugged and hopped over to the large full length mirror. Wait a minute...hopped? Since when did France hop round?
He looked down at his hands and feet and gasped. They were webbed and slimy. What did he have last night? Surely the cigarettes Prussia had given out didn't have an illegal substance in them? He hoped not. France took a deep breath and looked towards the mirror.
And let out a yell of horror...
A/N:
Hello, this is a fanfiction I came up with a couple of days ago. This story France and England centric but there is no FrUK...I apologise to those FrUk lovers who are reading this. Anyway, this fanfiction includes my FIVE top pairings in Hetalia. That's right five! But Franada is waaaaay at the top where as the others are fighting for second ad such XD but I love them none the less. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this and the next chapter will be posted soon
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This is only going to be four or five chapters long. Or maybe three of four...
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