Heh, since I have nothing else to do this summer, I decided to start a drabble series for my OTP. So, here's a quick oneshot. Just to let you guys know, Fran and Bluebell are both 19 in this chapter. Ages and settings may change from chapter to chapter. Reviews are always appreciated! ^^

Fran ducked as large pillow was flung his way and carefully maneuvered around the room, avoiding every object thrown by the beast.

"Bluebell. For the love of god, relax."

"RELAX? I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO RELAX!"

Fran sighed as he continued to dodged the flying objects. Currently, he was in his room, with his girlfriend, inside the Varia mansion. Excluding a few subordinates, they were alone in the whole building, due to the rest of the Varia off on missions.

So what was Fran left with? Oh, that's right. A bipolar blue haired girl who was out to murder him just because he was living and sharing the same air as she was.

He actually wished he was on a mission with someone on his team. Even their gender confused Mohawk man.

"YOU LOSER OF A BOYFRIEND! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M IN PAIN? DO SOMETHING!" The blue haired beast screamed. Bluebell was undergoing the dreaded time of the month that every girl in the world had to live through and her boyfriend was not doing much to help ease the horrible menstrual cramps. Thus, she was lying in his large bed, crumpling the green bed sheets underneath her fingers. She panted as she moved back and forth on the bed slowly and wimpered from the pain.

Fran, being the clueless young adult that he was, simply watched from the far end of the room. It wasn't that he didn't care that his girlfriend was in pain (Oh, he cared, a lot actually) but he wasn't a Lussuria and did not know how to relieve people of pain.

After a few seconds, he got out his emergency cellphone (that was filled with contacts for situations like this) and searched his contact list. What was that prevert doctor guy's name again? Shamu...Shamrock...Sham...Oh right, Shamal. Fran found the contact information for the latter and dialed the number.

A few rings later and a voice answered. "Hello? Fran-kun? Why are you calling?"

"Oi, perverted doctor. What do you do when your stuck in a room with a girl who's on her Japan flag?"

"Her what?"

"...she's on the rag."

"Rag? Cleaning rag?"

"For fuck's sake. She's on her T.O.M."

"...is that some kind of secret mafia code?"

"SHE'S ON HER PERIOD DAMMIT!" Fran yelled onto the phone, destorying his usual stoic disposition. If there was ever going to be a time when his aloof exterior would break down, it would be for a certain blue haired girl's sake.

He heard Shamal laugh over the phone. "Oh! Why didn't you say so in the first place? I take it, Bluebell is feeling menstrual cramps at the moment?"

"Un..." It didn't come to a shock to Fran that Shamal knew he was referring to bluebell. Everyone in the Vongola already knew they were dating.

"Well there are a number of ways to do this, albeit they might not work for a difficult girl like Bluebell."

Fran subconsciously nodded, agreeing that Bluebell was indeed difficult. "What the hell should I do then?" He asked impatiently.

"Ah, the best thing to do would to just be on the receiving end of her anger and frustration." Shamal answered finally and Fran swore he heard a small snicker come from the little shit.

Fran checked on his struggling girlfriend, who was rolling around in the bed, screaming out curses. "...you're telling me to be her punching bag?"

"Yes. Exactly. Unless..." His voice got lower, going into a mischievous tone. "You'd like me to go over and relieve her pain myself. Just me and her-"

Something in Fran snapped. "Go fuck yourself, you hentai." Then he abruptly hung up.

"FRAN! I WANT SOME CHERPUMPLE!" Bluebell hollered from the bed.

"cher-what? Where the hell am I going to get that?"

Bluebell squirmed from under the bed sheets then sat up and glared harshly at her lover. "I DON'T KNOW! BUT I WANT IT!"

Fran sighed, this girl was driving him crazy. "I can't get it because I don't know what it is." He discarded his gigantic frog hat, scratched his head and lazily put his hand in his pockets.

Then, he noticed that the room had gone quiet and the girlish screams were gone.

He glanced at Bluebell and found that she was staring down at the bed with watery eyes.

She was crying.

Fuck.

He carefully brought over a chair, set it next to the bed then sat. Hesitantly, he put one hand on the crying girl's back. "...why are you crying?"

Bluebell began wiping her damp cheeks and sniffed. "Y-you...h-hate...me..."

Fran stared at the teary girl for a moment then groaned softly. She was having moodswings. Just great. "I don't hate you, stupid."

Bluebell turned her head to the green haired boy, showing her red puffy cheeks and wet eyes. "You don't?"

Fran gazed at the girl and nodded, praying she would stop sobbing.

However, the exact opposite happend and Bluebell put her face in her hands, bawling even harder.

Fran frowned, feeling mass amounts of tiredness and stress. He ruffled his short green locks in frustration. "What now?"

Bluebell mumbled in between sobs. "It hurts...really bad...Fran..."

Fran knew she was referring to her menstrual cramps and sighed. He felt so useless and he absolutely hated it. Only Bluebell would make him feel this way. And it was also only for her, would he choose to put so much effort into something. But really, he was walking on a thin line here and still did not know what to do.

Suddenly, his thoughts were halted when the girl grabbed his shirt collar, jerked him downward and brought his face inches from her own. She glowered murderously at her boyfriend, her mood changing once again.

He stared deep into her fiery blue eyes and gulped.

This wasn't going to be good.

"Fran...if this is what giving birth feels like then...I AM NEVER HAVING BABIES WITH YOU!"

He took a moment to process what Bluebell just said. In his boyish mind, it translated to him, Bluebell, and something about making babies.

Fran's eyes widened.

Bluebell had thought about having children with him.

Ding. The light bulb of ideas appeared over his head.

...and so the green haired bastard slyly smirked.

Swiftly, he towered over Bluebell, pinned her on the bed and claimed her lips with his. Bluebell fidgeted under his hold and mumbled words that Fran guessed was 'not now you idiot. I'm in fucking pain.'

But Fran didn't care, he had a plan to... help her relieve her pain...

And, when bluebell stopped moving and actually kissed back, he knew it was a very good plan.

Oh, and what was that thing about babies again?

...Did I just write something kinky? ^^' Oh well hope you liked it! Please look forward to the next story!