So in this story, France is popular, and England's not (they're in highschool) so anyway, I don't know if this would anywhere happen in real life because I'm not popular. Like in my school it's frowned apon if popular guys are gay so yeah. I kinda based France's everything on that. I'm very sorry if I've offended anyone att all with this story. It's just ment to be a love story. Anyway, enjoy :3

'Meet me at the lockers at lunch. -Your secret admirer.' The note found in a young Arthur Kirkland's locker had read. Arthur wondered who wrote the note until lunch. Was it a girl? Maybe she would be pretty, but he doubted it would be from the person he really loved. He actually doubted that so much, that he seriously doubted it would be a guy. Meanwhile, Francis was waiting hidden from view to see if Arthur would actually come. When Arthur arrived, he looked for someone, anyone, that may be in love with him. When Francis emerged from his hiding spot, Arthur was suprised.

"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He cried.

"I see you got my letter, mon a'mour." Francis mumbled.

"Go away, you wanker! I'm coming to meet a girl...I think." Arthur told him.

""You are wrong, mon a'amour. I have come to meet you. I have a confession. I like you Arthur."

"This is a set up! You popular boys alway like to mess with people." The English boy said refusing to beleive Francis. He was rigth of corse. Francis was popular. Not only that, but he was a popular lady's man. Anyone in their right mind would think this was a joke.

"If this was a joke, would I feel so embaressed about admitting my love?"

"Yeah, if it was a joke."

"How many times must I tell you, I wrote that note!" Francis cried.

"This was just a wast of popular people need to learn not to mess with people's feelings." Arthur mumbledwalking away.

"Wait!" Francis cries grabing Arthur's wrist. "I don't care what you think, I actually really like you! How do I have to prove it to you?" Francis asked. Arthur stared into the French man's eyes.

"Kiss me." Arthur half whispered. If it was a joke, he knew Francis wouldn't kiss him. But Francis suprised the brit. He grabed Arthur's hands, and kissed him. 'OOOH's' and 'AHHHH's' echoed through the hallway. When they pulled away, Arthur's face wasred with blush.

"Francis, it really was you!" He smiled.

"Oui, mon a'mour. I told you I liked you!" Francis smiled. Tears started forming in the corners of Arthur's eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Simple, you are a loser, and I am not. No matter how much I like someone, I'm have to gorgouse to ruin my reputaition like that."

"Then wouldn't dating me ruin your reputation?"

"Oui, but I gave it some thought, and I chose you over my rep. You are more important to me then being popular. As long as I have you, I don't need anyone or anything else."

"Oh Francis! That's so sweet!"

"Merci. So you've never told me, do you like me back?"

Arthur didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"Yes. I have for some time."

Francis smiled and grabed Arthur's hand. Holding the other boy's hand they walked down the hall together. Now as a couple.

The End