Thanks for the kindness, guys. (: I decided to continue it! I also take request for Nyotalia, any couple. Just message me, and I'll see what I can do. Oh, and if you would like to roleplay Nyotalia, message me about that too! (I freaking love Nyotalia, haha…)

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It had been only a good ten minutes or so since Alice found her way into the school, and Francoise was keen on reading her aura. She seemed, as Gisela stated earlier, stubborn as a mule. She would have to lighten her up a bit, if that was even possible in Alice's case. The stuck-up, British snob hadn't spoken a word yet, instead she was listening to the lesson, arms folded on the desk.

What would she say? She figured a simple greeting would start things off. It would spark a conversation. She quietly cleared her throat, and began.

"Salut, I'm Francoise, it's nice to meet you," she said with her usual grin.

Alice, on the other hand, gave her a quick glimpse, and realized she had to reply. "Likewise," she spoke curtly, peering through her glasses at the French woman.

"So, you're from England?"

Alice nodded, "Yes."

"How do you like it here?"

"It's fine," she managed to respond, looking slightly annoyed. Francoise softened her smile, finding the girl's attempt of maturity rather cute. She couldn't quite elaborate her opinion though. It was something that was hard to explain.

"Your rather cute," she chuckled quietly, which only brought on a furious blush across Alice's face. She attempted to hide it, looking back at the teacher's lesson, and ignoring the French female as the female continued to laugh lightly. Alice wasn't making it any better for herself, if she planned on protecting her dignity that was…

The teacher spun around, and everyone watched her make an announcement. "Alright, class! You will be working on a project for the rest of the period. And since whenever I give you the choice to chose your partners, you go and do nothing, you will be working with the person next to you, instead of by choice!

You will be writing a paper about the lesson, so be sure to work together! It will be due at the end of class!"

Everyone began to chat, making idle conversation, as the two European girls exchanged glances.

"I suppose we should get to work," Alice started in her same-curtly tone. Francoise nodded in agreement, and watched Alice take out some paper, and began to scribble down some letters. Francoise sighed, and flipped open the book, seeing that Alice was too observed in her work to join her in a conversation.

"You wouldn't mind partaking in this, would you?" Alice spoke with heavy sarcasm, not averting her eyes from the paper.

"Ah, I don't see why not," Francoise muttered, and began to read the book.

About midway into their school work, Francoise's interest started to disappear, and she glanced over at the other. She was busy writing, and not taking any effort to pay attention to her partner.

"Alright, class! Turn in your papers and head to lunch!" the teacher announced, and everyone made a sigh of relief.

"Would you like to join me for lunch, ma belle?" I offered with my trademark grin.

She narrowed her eyes for the umpteenth time at her, "I suppose," she muttered, and got from her chair, grabbing her things. Francoise only smiled in response. She was so cute when she tried not to care. It was going to be interesting to win her over, and it would be an easy pocket of cash.

As the female escorted her to the canteen, they collected our lunch. She picked out some of England's known food, happy that they had it here. Francoise picked out some genuine French cuisine, a delicious choice of food. Once that was finished, they headed to an unoccupied table. She led the way, and Francoise followed behind. Gisela and Antonia were giving me approving thumbs up, and she winked. Get my money ready, she mouthed. They shook their heads with a smile.

Francoise ignored them, sitting besides the English girl. She used her fork to start picking into the substance. Once she was done inspecting it, she took a bite. Francoise looked at her food, and began to eat also. They ate in silence, until the French girl started a conversation.

"So, what is England like?" she started.

Alice gave her a glance, and replied, "It's fine. The weather is a tad unsatisfactory," she said simply, and a second later also added, "And the food is of high remarks."

The other chuckled, "English food? I doubt that."

She narrowed her eyes even more, "It is! You just say otherwise because you lack a taste for flavor," she said. She took a scone from her plate, and lifted it, starting to eat furiously on the food. Her getting mad was simply another thing she found adorable about her. She was eating quickly, and didn't seem to notice how crumbs of the pasty were missing her mouth, and landing along her cheeks.

An idea came to mind.

"Oh, you've got a little something there," Francoise started, and Alice looked at the other with confusion. Francoise leaned over, and casually used her tongue to get some of the crumbs, taking them from her face. Alice flushed to a tomato-red, and looked away, her narrowed eyes now absent from her face. She winced slightly, as Francoise swooped up the remains of the scone, and retreated her tongue from Alice, a smirk across her face.

This is rather easy… She will be falling for me within the school day. Prepare to lose a bet, Antonia.

Francoise's thoughts were interrupted, as a cold splash of liquid on my face forced her back to reality. She realized that a certain Alice had poured her beverage on her, and she watched her stomp away angrily, exiting the cafeteria. Everybody was witnessing the scene, dumbfounded at what happened. Even Francoise had a confused look on her liquid-stained face. The substance dripped from her soak hair, and her uniform was affected to.

She… just dumped her drink on me! The nerve of her!

The French girl looked at her two best friends, and Antonia was mouthing the words: I told you.

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