DON'T KILL ME! HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER TO APPEASE YOU PEOPLE.

Welp, my internet is down. *eye twitch* However, I had just enough time before my internet so cruelly died on me to see that I had gotten a BUNCHA reviews (i.e. like four). Anywho, I'm grateful for these awesome reviewers because without them I wouldn't have awesome ideas for upcoming chappies. So… Thank you SOO much for those who reviewed.

I also should point out that I'm writing so soon after the last update simply because someone like begged me to update… And what am I if not a people pleaser? Lol.

**EDIT: I'm convinced that school completely and utterly hates me writing anything other than essays. After I started this chapter a few days ago, I remembered I had to write an essay and do other boring crap, so I didn't get to finish up this chapter until today… FAIL**

**DOUBLE EDIT: I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO FINISH THE EFFIN' CHAPPIE. Sorry ya'll.**

Also, I know I had a list for upcoming chappies, but due to my disturbing lack of internetz, and the fact that I have the memory of a goldfish, I don't know if this is chapter is supposed to be England's or not. But I'm writing it anyway.

I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR ANY SONGS USED. LIKE I'M TOTALLY SERIOUS YA'LL.

Enjoy dearies!~

After Arthur and Francis decided to stop snogging in the middle of the dance floor, Francis looked at Arthur with an adoring gaze.

"You really should dance like that more often, mon petit lapin…"

"Oh, believe me: I'm just getting started. Next time-"

Arthur paused mid-speech to look at Francis' "Big Ben" necklace in amusement. Francis felt his face flush because Arthur had grabbed in between his forefinger and thumb to twist it around, which caused the back of the chain to rub against Francis' neck.

"May I ask what the bloody hell this is?"

His voice was teasing, and he seemed to mildly amused.

"U-um… Well, you remember that time you joked about the Eifel Tower France's…you know?"

Arthur giggled a bit at the memory, and he pulled a small chain out from under his punk-rock tee-shirt in order to dangle the pendant in front of Francis' face. It was a miniature replica of the famous tower encased in a small bottle that also contained a small, red rose.

"Looks like we had the same idea."

Francis had no time to respond to that as Arthur was already sashaying his way over to play the game again.

The Brit was clad in his punk attire, which completely contradicted everything Francis thought he knew about the British man. His tee was plastered with some obsolete British band, and everything from his studded leather bracelets down to his beaten combat boots screamed bad influence. His hair was even streaked with bits of green and black, adding to the look. Francis couldn't help but notice the row of piercings that ran down both of his ears, which he had never seen before. However, nothing was better than seeing that little bottle bounce with each confident step that Arthur took all the way back to the dance floor.

Arthur strode over to the controller and chose a song that certainly didn't look familiar to Francis, and he was curious to see what would happen next.

Arthur stood in front of the screen and began to swing his hips slightly to the beginning bass notes of the song as the singer began to belt out the tune.

I've been tryin' to get my head around

What the f*ck is happening.

He continued swaying hips at this, and Francis was mildly surprised to find that the song wasn't punk rock or metal. It sounded mildly calm, but it had just a wee bit of rebellion added to it.

Just like him, he thought.

I've been tryin' to make some sense out of

What you're doin' with my head.

He started doing some slightly modest dance moves at this point, but Francis could tell that the Brit was holding back. He danced through another verse in a similar style to this, but it was anything but boring to Francis. It was as though the Brit was holding back.

That was, until, the song went into its interlude.

There's just this thing about you!

The music changed styles a bit as a new beat was added to the now familiar background base, and a guitar solo started.

Ah, there's the bit of punk!

Arthur, for lack of a better term, proceeded to, ahem, break it down. His hips were swaying in time with the rapidly increasing tempo of the solo, and if anything, the dance got downright flirtatious, and the dance style remained unchanged even when the solo ended.

That was the moment that Francis realized that his beloved Brit wasn't doing the dance that was being shown on the screen anymore, and he noticed that the score was dropping rapidly.

He was puzzled over why the man was seemingly trying to lose the game when he realized:

He's putting on a show.

Damn that Briton! He was deliberately trying to give Francis a show, and Francis didn't want to admit that he was flattered.

He began muttering under his breath soon after the realization.

"That sneaky little Brit… trying to earn attention… What does he-"

Francis didn't realize that the song had ended, and that his boyfriend was hovering directly behind his left shoulder.

"-think-"

Arthur leaned down to kiss his cheek.

"-he's-"

Francis' complaints nearly died in his throat, but not before he finished his thought aloud.

"-doing?..."

Arthur smirked as he placed a chaste kiss upon the Frenchman's lips.

"Whatever the bloody hell I want, wanker."

The insult seemed half-hearted and almost like a nickname with the way the blond said it, but Francis didn't have time to give his own retort before Arthur's hand was grabbed by Alfred, who led (read: dragged) to the dance floor.

Francis' first reaction was of anger and outrage, and his hand clenched so tightly around the wineglass that was perched in his hand, that it broke and spewed red wine all over the white couch that was undoubtedly new. He didn't care. It was that stupid American that was dancing with his Englishman.

How dare he.

Before Francis could have a lovely "chat" with the American, music began to play, and Francis had to wait until the dance would end.

Hey England! Let's Kick it!

Francis was seething at the song choice as he watched Alfred and Arthur dance to some rap song. Arthur, of course, was executing the dance flawlessly, and Francis found it funny that he could even make a dance like that look so proper and smooth. Alfred, on the other hand, appeared to be having some sort of spaz-attack on the dance floor as he did the choppy dance that Arthur was so gracefully pulling off. As the chorus played, Francis heard one line and found himself getting angrier and angrier as the song went on.

I love England and vice-a versa!...

The song ended as abruptly as it began, and Arthur turned to smile at Alfred and thank him for dancing with him, as a proper gentleman should, but Alfred had another idea in mind. He promptly leaned down and-

Oh. Mon. Dieu.

-kissed Arthur.

Arthur smacked Alfred in the face, and tried to get away, but the American grabbed his wrist hard and smirked, even though the Brit was clearly uncomfortable. Francis ran across the room in a fit of rage and pulled Alfred off of Arthur and proceeded to, for lack of a better term, beat the merde out of the man with a strength no one knew the Frenchman possessed.

After he finished, he stood up and made a show of kissing Arthur in front of Alfred, and after they broke the kiss he picked the beaten man up by his collar and spoke menacingly into his ear.

"If you lay another hand on him, I can assure you that I will make sure that I do something that will ensure you will never be able to have children. Got it?"

Alfred nodded frantically, and Francis released his hold on the man's collar, which made his head thump loudly against the floor.

"Good. Now-"

He turned to Arthur who was standing behind him.

"-What were we doing?"

Arthur smirked as he grabbed the Frenchman's hand.

"Something having to do with the Eiffel Tower…"

Don't kill me, Don't kill me, Don't kill me. *Hides from USUK fangirls with pitchforks and torches* I thought that FrUk would fit better into this story, so that's why I wrote it. I do support USUK, and I plan on writing a story with USUK (I've actually started it :3)

Yup, I HAD to make France get jealous. I find Jealous!France funny yet scary at the same time, lol.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

*turns on kitty face*

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~Misfit