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It's been one day with this story uploaded, and I've already gotten reviews! ~

Thank you guys! ~ I'm seriously happy, because usually whenever I go on a site where people have to respond to you, I'm kinda ignored... (that's one of the reasons why they say I'm like Canada...)

So this is REALLY freakin Awesome! (Special Thanks go to sophiexskittles and Bookworm24601 for my first three reviews EVER! Extra hugs for you! ~ Screw it, extra hugs for everyone! ~~)

This probably sucks, but

Enjoy! ~

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Her phone vibrated suddenly, and the noise of dove tweets filled the air.

Ugh... not again...

She opened the message on her phone.

How many times does he need to text me before he realizes that night was a mistake, and I'm not going out with him!

The message simply read: "Bonjour D' Amie! Just wanted to ask if, maybe, you would like to go get a drink?"

She frowned a little, texting back furiously, muttering what she was typing under her breath.

"FOR THE LAST BLOODY TIME NO! Go away you bloody fucking creeper and leave me the hell alone, before I use my black magic and turn you into a fucking toad!"

Satisfied with herself, she turned back to her friends. "So ladies, where were we?"

Lovina and Elizabeta just stared at her.

They were outside, drinking coffee (or tea) and chatting at one of the patio tables of their favorite Cafe

"What the fuck Lizzie? Who the fuck was that?"

The Brit blinked. "Just some bloody wanker who keeps on trying to ask me out, nothing much..."

Elizabeta, now interested, perked up. "So, who exactly is this 'bloody wanker' so interested in you?"

She blushed slightly, and mumbled the name. "Francis Bonnefroy..."

The Hungarian raised an eyebrow. "The Francis Bonnefroy?"

Lovina snorted "That creepy perverted French bastard who keeps on trying to molest people? I don't know why Toni hangs out with him...

N-not that I care about the fucking bastard."

Elizabeta rolled her eyes "Come on Lovi, you know you love him."

"I thought I told you not to fucking call me that! A-and I do not love that fucking Spanish bastard!"

The two friends started arguing, Lovina swearing the entire time.

Elizabeth sighed. She could tell it was going to be a long day...

...

Francis sighed when he got her reply. "Ahh, Angleterreis being stubborn again...

Amour never really runs smooth, does it?"

He sat on the chair, face sunk into the fabric, in a dimly lit room. The only source of light was from Gilbert, who was watching television. The final member of the Bad Touch Trio was at his work, leaving a depressed Francis alone with the Prussian.

Said albino rolled his eyes. "Can't you just get over this girl already? She clearly doesn't like you, and you're killing yourself over it. JUST MOVE ON. GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING ALREADY! Stop moping around here depressed, because then you make me and Toni sad.

You make Toni sad, Francis. I didn't think it was possible, but he seems to be almost depressed now.

And, to top it all off, since you won't go out, and actually do anything other than mope, now I'm Unawesomely bored. I can't leave you alone without feeling bad, or worrying you might kill yourself or some other totally Unawesome thing, and you won't get up, except to just eat, use the bathroom, or change clothes, so we are stuck here until you get over some Unawesome, idiotic girl who can't even stand your face! Stop acting so damn stupid!"

Francis was now officially really pissed off at his friend. All day, he just sat there complaining while Francis felt like dying.

He really liked Elizabeth. A lot. Even if she probably did hate him, he still got mad if anyone insulted her. So, he decided to do the mature thing.

"At least I'm not in a relationship based solely off pancakes!"

"Hey, I'm not dating Matthew just because he makes those fucking AMAZING pancakes!"

Francis snorted a little. "Oh, that's right, I forgot about maple syrup."

"Ok, that's IT, I'm going to fucking drag you out of here if I have to, I think staying here for so long is messing with your head."

"No, there's nothing wrong with my house, it's mainly just THE PEOPLE IN IT!

Wait, correction, I mean the freeloading bastard who has been sitting in my house, playing video games, and drinking beer while insulting me THE ENTIRE FUCKING DAY!"

"FINE, if I'm such a fuckin bother to you I can just fucking leave!"

Not bringing his face up from the pillow it was currently buried in, Francis could hear mumbled swears as the albino got up and stomped through the house. Finally, he could hear the door slam.

Now, he could have some peace and quiet, with only his thoughts for company.

Wow. That probably sucked! ~

Any ways, sorry for the time between writing for being so long, I have had many insignificant thing happens to delay my writing.

But earlier, I looked at my email and saw a strange amount of people favoring both of my stories. And by strange amount, I mean more than 5! ~

Now to save you trouble, I'm going to skip the whole inspirational speech thing and simply say these two things:

1: YOU GUYS ARE SO FREAKIN AWESOME! ~ HUGS! ~

2: I will now stop procrastinating, and try to update as much as I can! Although, I'm really behind on "Freedom is Always Bittersweet", so might this is going behind that on priority list…

BUT I WILL TRY! I ACTUALLY HAVE AN REASON TO WRITE THIS!