The kiss lasted ten seconds. Arthur stood still like a statue, you blushed, and Francis drooled.
"Ohonhonhon, mon ami. Please continue."
Arthur shoved you away, but rather gently, his hands lingered on your shoulders.
"I didn't mean to do that, Bonnefoy! And stop with your perverted remarks!" Arthur shouted at the French teacher, blushing an adorable blush that made your inner fangirl squeak.
"I-I'm sorry." You stammer, but you were lying. In fact, you enjoyed that little kiss. It was sweet and gentle, even though it was an accident. Arthur's lips tasted like Earl Grey, your favorite tea.
"It's okay, love." Arthur spoke with a British accent. You loved British accents.
"W-WHAT!?" You burst out when you realized he just called you "love".
"W-what is it? What did I do?" Arthur asked, terrified he hurt your feelings in anyway.
"Ohonhonhon," (A/N: if I make Francis do his amazing laugh a lot, I apologize.) Francis laughs again. "She's very susceptible to men like us, mon ami. She finds us very attractive." Can Mr. Bonnefoy read minds?
"O-oh." Arthur blushes. "I'm glad you find me…attractive. I need to go!" Arthur scrambles out of the room, and you feared you did something wrong.
"Oh don't worry, _. He just has a little crush on you." Francis coos in your ear.
"O-oh." You stammer, turning your head to Bonnefoy's which was barely an inch from your own.
"You are a beautiful rose," Francis whispers. "One that many will admire, including myself. But be careful." Easier said than done, besides, it seems as though Francis is the one you should be careful around. "Oh, class is starting!" He says eagerly as students pour into the classroom.
You walk to your seat, pondering his words.
