Title: Love Lines
Author: AishiteSubete
Rating: T
Summary: AU: France is determined to find a pickup line that Prussia won't laugh in his face about. Friendship!France/Prussia. France/Belguim. Drabble.
"You're never going to get a girl if you use pick-up lines like that!" Prussia joked, mussing up France's well-placed hair. The latter scowled, and sent Prussia a death glare before turning back to the people in the local mall. It was Christmas, and people were buzzing about, buying presents and assorted goodies for their loved ones. As for poor France, well, he was looking for someone to love, someone to give a very special Christmas present to-an invitation to the Winter Formal with him.
"I mean, come on-'I'm like Skittles; wanna taste the rainbow?' and 'Baby, you're the cause for global warming'-those are so damn lame!" Prussia laughed, nudging France playfully. "You're never going to get a lady with things like that!" Taiwan and Ukraine turned him down a few minutes prior, with giggles and strange looks.
At the same moment, Prussia and France both saw Belgium walking by, carring a load of bags from Victoria's Secret and Buckle. "Here's your chance," Prussia leaned in close to France, whispering. "Woo Belgium. And don't use any corny pickup lines."
France coughed, and stoop up, approaching Belgium with manly confidence. "Hey Belgium," he said casually. "Do you need some help with these bags?"
Belgium looked cautiously over a stack of boxes she was carrying as well. "Y-Yeah, that would be nice." France took the boxes out of her hands, and the two walked together down the long, crowded hallway. They chatted aimlessly about anything and everything, until Belgium said, "May we sit down for a moment?" France nodded, and the two sat down on a nearby bench. (Unbeknownst to either of them, Prussia was lurking behind a potted plant, spying on them.)
"Hey, Belgium," France began, reaching in his back pocket. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure." Belgium wasn't paying much attention; she was focused on crunching numbers in her purchase register.
France opened the small velvet box and held it out to Belgium. "Will you go to the Winter Formal with me?" Belgium took in a sharp intake of break in surprise, and responded with a high-pitched "YES!"
Prussia wasn't laughing anymore.
I'm pretty sorry if this fic is crap. I've never seen a single episode of Hetalia-heck, I couldn't even tell you what any of the characters I mentioned look like 8D But maybe one day I'll learn. :P
