Walking into Gakuen Hetalia, I had just leaned against my locker when Francis Bonnefoy strutted down the hall as usual. I could feel my cheeks go bright red 'like a tomato' as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, the exchange student from Spain, would have put it. He passed a quick glance my way and suddenly stopped. I whipped my head in the other direction, causing my neck to crack, and then kept my eyes on the floor. I prayed he didn't see me staring. After a second I assumed it was safe to look up and when I did, I looked up only to see Francis inches away from my face.
Abruptly, he slammed his hands on the lockers behind me, a hand on either side of my head. He brought his knee up to sit comfortably between my legs so that I couldn't move. I struggled, but promptly gave up after it was obvious that my freedom was futile.
"So," he whispered in my ear, "You're the new foreign exchange student from England, right? Arthur Kirkland?" I could practically feel him grin when he hissed my name. My cheeks grew a deep crimson. Antonio would be proud. "Y-yes..." I crocked. I hadn't expected him to actually notice me! I mean, I wasn't as forgettable as that Matthew Williams kid from... Where was it... Canadia? Canada, maybe? Well anyways, I wasn't as forgettable as him, but I wasn't as memorable as others, for example, Francis. "I couldn't help but take interest in you staring at me for the past week, mon ami." Francis chuckled in a deep French accent. I may have forgotten to mention, but everyone at Gakuen High was a foreign exchange student. Everyone.
"I wasn't staring at you, bloody frog!" I protested, "I was... Uh, glaring at you..." At that he just chuckled harder. "Oh, is that so? Well, you must have some serious pent up sexual tensions towards me. No?"
My voice cracked in mid whimper, which I didn't even know your voice could do whilst whimpering. I guess that didn't help hide my hard-time crush on the bloke, but thats all I could say... or, uh, whimper...
"It's true!" He snickered, "Ohhonhonhonhon..." He trailed off in his slightly nerving laugh. "Then it's your lucky day, mon amor, for now you will be my lover?" he more stated then asked. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y..." was what managed to escape me before he mashed his lips against mine. It was hard to breath and he tasted like wine, but I enjoyed everything about that kiss. I would never admit it to Francis, ever, but I LOVED the way his stubbed rubbed against my chin... Guilty pleasure...
After we had snogging for a while, the bell rang to which I had to pray my face away from Francis's. We parted are ways and I dizzily stumbled down the hall, my face as hot as fire. I passed Antonio in the hall and at first he didn't notice the red mass my cheeks had become, but he took a double take and gleamed with pride.
A hot tempered, gold eyed Italian student, who's name I blearily remembered being Lovino Vargas caught a hold of Antonio's gaze and began to string out a long list of unmentionable swears, trying to win back his attention. "Why doesn't your face ever get that red, Lovi?" Antonio gawked, eyes still on me. Promptly, and without a word, Lovino turned toward the poor Spanish fellow and kick him in the crotch. Hard.
As I was entering my classroom, I left Antonio in the fetal position in the middle of the floor, gasping for Lovino not to leave him while he stormed off into another class.
After a month of being with Francis I had become aware of three things. One; that Francis is great at swooning his lover, Two; that Francis is amazingly kinky in bed, and Three; that Francis is a LYING CHEATING ASS!
Within a week of being with him he had already hit on everyone in the school! Twice! Although, that didn't bother me as much as when we were on our first date and he grabbed a waiters ass. He also managed to look up a waitresses skirt, but I haven't figured out yet how he did it...
After that it was 'sexual harassment' for everyone. Anything that moved was in danger of the wrath of the horny Francis Bonnefoy. The foreign exchange student from Prussia, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Antonio, and Francis had gotten so many complaints about attempted molestation that they were on the verge of expulsion. Most of the complaints had compiled from the kid from Canadia...? Maybe... And that Italian, Lovino. But if it weren't those two that had reported then the complaints usually were Francis related. I even caught him in bed with Eduard von Bock, the guy from Estonia.
And even after all that I never broke it off with him. Every single time all I did was get mad, but I liked him enough (meaning he was good enough in bed) that I never once even threatened to end our relationship.
I never did anything to stop Francis's flirtatious moments with others, even though I knew I should have, but what really pissed me off was when I caught Francis trying to hit on Michelle, the girl from Seychelles, by making fun of my 'imaginary friends'. He told her flying mint bunny wasn't real... FLYING MINT BUNNY IS REAL!
Thats when I most certainly had enough! I couldn't just ask Francis to stop. Only because I knew that confronting him wouldn't actually make him stop. But, maybe if I cast a spell... A curse were he would only have eyes for one guy (preferably me)... That's when I got what I thought was an oh-so brilliant idea to cures Francis Bonnefoy.