Alice took a deep breath as she stood to the side of the classroom door. She could feel her heart racing a mile per minute as she adjusted the blue ponytail bows in her dirty blonde hair and she felt like she was about to throw up. Despite her churning stomach and throbbing heart she was almost fine, peachy really. The bell rang and the English girl clutched her binder closer to her almost exposed breasts. Well, not exposed, more like 4 buttons left open out of the 6 buttons on the shirt. She was dangerous right now. Maybe she should have picked a less revealing top, this was still school. She didn't have to pop out her chest like a certain America to get attention.

She wasn't like that Damnit! Although it was the slightly flirty baking teacher. It's not like it mattered anyway, she just wanted to see that tall adorable French teacher before he left, that's all. It's not like it mattered to her anyway. He was older , but only by 3 years and she was 18. Not too bad. Her own parents were a bloody 10 years apart, now that's creepy. Alice closed her eyes, pushed up her chest, and then walked right into the door. Alice smiled at her small achievement and almost complimented herself until she slammed face first into a certain Frenchman.

"Well hello Angleterre~" Mr. Bonnefoy sang opening his arm up for a hug, "'ow are you?"

"Stop calling me England! you frog!" Alice yelled before turning around and rejecting the hug.

"Ah~ Ok, Alice" Mr. Bonnefoy almost sang before bowing to his student.

Alice turned back around and blushed before covering her face with one of her hands. He always acted as if he was out of an 18th century romance novel. The teacher stood straight up before placing his clipboard down and reaching over Alice to close the door. He sat on the desk before inviting Alice to sit next to him and put his arm around her.

"You can call me Francis when we're alone Mon ami~" Francis purred before wrapping his arms completely around her. Alice blushed again but, this time, she didn't cover her face. He looked down at the English girl and softly nudged her cheek when he saw her reaching for something in her binder.

"What are you reaching for? It's not pepper spray again? We've known each other for almost 4 years now…Since you were a freshman."

"Just take it you frog" Alice cut off her teacher before she handed him a red heart. "Last time I made you chocolates….and you got sick…It's not like it matters but happy. Valentine's day."

Alice put her hands into her lap and audibly groaned before looking back towards the thinking, Francis leaned over and kissed her on the top of her ear. Alice felt sick again

"I love it, one second." He cut himself off and reached into his blazer pocket. Alice looked at the man puzzled until he pulled out a small box and handed it to the Brit. She blushed and slowly grabbed it. She opened it and nearly dropped her binder. The box contained a rose pin and she could tell that it was expensive. Francis chuckled and reached for Alice's face, he pinched her face before speaking again.

"Alice, I don't want you to be scared to anything, but I kind of like you…Do you want to maybe go on a date with me?" Francis stuttered

"Hey Fro….Francis… I might like you, But don't get all creepy on me..I…Yes, I'd like that very much." Alice squeaked and Francis smiled before leaning over and hugging Alice and this time she hugged him back.