I'm Ai~ I'm new. Hi. Hallo. I know this chapter is crappy and short not even a page on MS word, but I just want to get it out. My friend keeps telling me to put it up, so… BI I SHALL. Hope you enjoy.
"Francis, you won't leave me alone, will you?" I ask, the overly confident Frenchman winking at me. With his name, accent, his horrid and sexually frustrated relationship with the British student council president, all added up with the fact that he fit pretty much every French stereotype, I could practically see the patriotism oozing from every pour of his body.
"Non. You're far too cute to ignore." he replied, pulling a rose out of fucking nowhere, and holding it out to me.
Oh my god. Red roses. I try not to laugh, keeping a straight face, but holding my breath. Why is this happening to me? I didn't do anything, I swear. As I begin to contemplate my choices in the past few days, he says something that I completely blank put.
I blink a couple of times, and I realize he's looking at me expectantly. "I'm sorry, what?"
Why did I apologize? He's a creep. Creeps don't need apologies. Not from me, anyways. I'll keep that in mind, next time.
I feel my hand being grabbed. "I'm sorry Francis, we already have plans." the voice was familiar, but I didn't look up to see who it was, still sorting the things through my head.
I react when I am being dragged by the hand, though. "W-who!?" I ask, and look up to meet the amber gaze of a person I didn't know.
"You like, must be new here." he said, voice monotone.
I simply nod, and he mumbles. "Thought so."
"Listen, kid, stay away from him, and if he like, harassed you go to the councilor." the Asian said, and I frown. Wow. I knew he was weird, but this weird...?
"T-thanks?" I try to think of something to say, but fail, and end up sighing.
The other raises his hand to pet my hair, and I flinch from the contact. Speaking of contact, he never let go of my hand. I clear my throat and look down, and back to him as a hint.
"Oh. Sorry." he said, unhooking our hands. "I'm Hong Kong." he announced, and I smile, very slightly. "Iceland." the warning bell rings as we say our good byes and we walk separate ways.
Now that I think of it, nobody but Norway has held my hand before...
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