Summary: Short two-shot High School AU- Fem!CanadaxFrance

Madeline had a crush on Francis ever since she met him. When Alfred learns that he also has a thing for his sister, but is waiting for her to make the first move, he takes the initiative to sign her up for the Battle of the Bands. Who knew the quiet girl could have so much sass?

Disclaimer: Axis Powers- Hetalia (c) Hidekazu Himaruya
"Paris Oh La La" (c) Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
The combing of the two (c) megalomaniacal-dream

Enjoy.

The cafeteria was crowded as students piled in, eager to meet up with their friends.

At one crowded table, sat ten huddled teenagers, all speaking excitedly. Carmine eyes examined a certain blonde haired, cobalt eyed boy, with a devious smirk. He then turned to the blonde sitting beside him and began talking secretively.

"Are you sure?" the blonde demanded.

"What? Of course I'm sure!" came a German accented reply. "For being such a 'lover,' he's shy when he actually likes someone."

"And you're sure he likes her?"

"Yes, Alfred, he told me himself."

Alfred Jones glanced around and caught site of his sister. She sat and admired the boy in question from afar.

"Alright, Gil. Let's get this show on the road!"

:~:

"Hello!" her friend called out, trying to get the girl's attention. "Hello! Is anyone in there?"

Violet eyes snapped to attention. Shaking her head, she returned her focus to her friend.

"Sorry, Kat."

The Ukrainian girl just shook her head in response. "Little Maddie, why don't you just ask him out already?"

"I-I just can't!" she sighed and hung her head. "I don't know..."

Katyusha glanced at her friend sadly. Madeline Williams. She was a pretty girl with large, violet eyes hidden behind glasses, and long wavy blonde hair, and a petite body. She also had had a thing for the French boy in school, Francis Bonnefoy. It didn't help that he was notorious for being a player.

"He doesn't even know I exist, Kat!" Madeline lamented.

"Then maybe you should make yourself known!"

Madeline jumped hearing her brother's voice behind her.

"What?"

Alfred sat next to her and began eating his lunch.

"I was talking with Gilbert, and he said you have to do something to make you stand out to Frenchy."

Madeline scowled at the name.

"But how, Alfred?" Katyusha appealed.

"Don't worry! The hero has already thought it out and asked for help!" he beamed.

Madeline's face drained of all colour. "W-What is it?"

Alfred grabbed his sister's shoulders and held her steady. "You're gonna sing at the Battle of the Bands next week."

Katyusha gasped. She could have sworn her friend was going to faint.

:~:

Madeline couldn't believe what her brother set her up to do.

'Because it isn't bad enough that I'm the shiest person in the WORLD,' she silently fumed. 'that hoser is gonna shove me up on a stage!'

"Come on, Maddie! You can't stay angry forever!" he smiled at her.

"Just watch me," she hissed.

They were walking home after school, and Madeline refused to even look at her brother.

"I don't see why this is such a big deal," Alfred continued. "You're a great singer, and it's not like he doesn't like you already-"

Madeline whipped around to face her brother.

"What?" she demanded.

A devious smirk spread across Alfred's face.

"No, no! You didn't want my help when I so graciously offered it!" he walked on ahead of her.

"Alfred!"

"Nope!"

"Fine! I'm sorry!" she glared at her brother. "I want your help, okay?"

"And?" he prompted her.

Madeline sighed. "And you're a hero."

He shot her a sly smirk. "Exactly! I don't know why you people don't believe me when I tell you-"

"I said I was sorry! Now what did you say?" she demanded.

"Oh, right," he laughed. "I was saying, it's not like he doesn't already like you."

"R-Really?" her face turned bright red. "Y-You're actually serious?"

Alfred hummed in approval. "That's what Gil said, and they're like besties, ya know? Talking all the time- like girls, really."

"As if you and Gil are any better," she shot back.

They reached their house and went inside.

"But if he does, then why didn't he do anything?" Madeline asked.

Alfred shrugged as he kicked off his shoes. "I don't know. Something about him being shy when he actually likes someone."

She raised a brow in disbelief. "Meaning he's just a player for show?"

"Or something," her brother answered. "Gil also said that for all the talk he starts, he's actually never been in a real relationship."

'Which means he's as shy as I am...' Madeline mused to herself. 'Alright, I'll show him!'

Alfred smiled seeing her violet eyes burn with determination. "So does this mean you're gonna do it?"

"Hell yes!"

:~:

The next week flew by for Madeline. She would be lying if she said she wasn't getting nervous. She'd told herself many times that she couldn't afford to be nervous. Still, it had been years since the last time she sang on a stage, and not even the countless hours of practice could ease her apprehension.

Yet, it wasn't just the stage freight. This was Francis Bonnefoy. The boy she had been infatuated with ever since he moved to her school years before, and she was finally pushed in the right direction to take what she wanted. She'd be damned if she messed this up now.

Thankfully, her friends really came through for her. Some signed up to play with her, but the biggest help came from Gilbert's girlfriend, Elizabeta.

It was the school's policy that made it so each band could only play one song, that had to be approved beforehand, and the band members all had to stay in their school uniforms. Their uniforms consisted of a white polo shirt, black tie, a red plaid skirt for girls- dark blue plaid pants for boys- and a simple blazer to match.

However, Elizabeta wasn't deterred.

"Alright Maddie, I brought these for you to wear!" she exclaimed happily.

"What is it?" Madeline wondered as she opened the bag she'd been handed.

"They're a pair of boots, but they'll really make you look hot!"

Madeline's eyes widened as she pulled them out. To the usually timid girl, they looked like combat boots that some punk would wear, with a slight heel.

"Oh my," she blanched. "How high do they go?"

Elizabeta shrugged as she shoved the smaller girl into the bathroom. "They should go to your knees."

"Eliza! I can't wear these!"

Elizabeta scoffed. "Of course you can! Or do you not want Francis? Now, are your contacts in there? I am not letting you get on stage hiding behind those glasses!"

"He better be impressed..." Madeline huffed as she put in her contacts. "And I do not hide behind my glasses!"

The Hungarian rolled her eyes. "Mhm, sure you don't. Now hurry up!"

"Fine!" Madeline snapped as she threw open the door.

Elizabeta's eyes went wide. "Hot. But one last thing..."

Before she could react, Elizabeta pulled off the other's blazer, loosened her tie, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of her polo.

"Good!" she praised her work. "Now get up there and knock 'em dead!"