Word Count: 495
Pairings: France and nyo!England (Francis and Alice)
Warnings: None
This is an unofficial follow to GrimmReflections' "Je T'aime My Frog". I suppose I can consider this chapter dedicated to Grimmie since I made you wait so long and since you are to blame for my newfound addiction in this particular pairing….
Discovered
Alice sighed in relief as the countries were dismissed. It would be a lie to say she wanted to be there, but Arthur was sick and as his twin it was her duty to fill in.
The young woman was about to leave when she felt unwelcome hands on her hips. Her body stiffened, knowing exactly which nation would have the nerve to do such a thing.
"Your 'air is getting razer long again," the heavily accented voice noted.
"Frog, remove your hands."
"Non. You are taking too long, ma cherie. We will be late if you do not 'urry up."
"Late? Late to what?" Alice demanded, shoving his hands away and turning to face him.
Francis stood closer than she realized and she unconsciously took a step back, hitting the table. Judging by his smirk, the flirtatious nation before her seemed to know just where he had her.
"Don't you remember, Arzur? We always 'ave dinner after ze meetings. We are in Paris zis time, so let me treat you, oui?"
"Of-of course," Alice replied. "How could I forget?"
"We go out every meeting, mon amour."
"Must have slipped my mind today, frog." Alice looked away, hiding the pained look in her eyes.
"Is zat so? Is zere somezing you need to tell me, Arzur?"
"What could I possibly need to tell you?" she snapped.
"Why do you insist on 'iding your face from me?" France smirked and cupped her chin, forcing her eyes to meet his. "I already know you are not Arzur."
Alice paled. "What are you talking about, frog?"
Francis leaned closer, his lips stopping just a short distance from hers. Francis couldn't have figured it out after being fooled for a thousand years, could he?
Of course not, Alice thought, even if he did, he's in love with Arthur…
Before he could move closer, she put her hands on his chest and shoved him away. "Don't touch me, you damn flirt!"
Francis frowned but allowed her to push him away.
"For future reference," he said, "it is not normal for Arzur and I to go out to dinner. Nor is it normal for 'im to go an entire meeting wizout glaring at me or yelling at Amerique. Zerefore you are not Arzur, ma cherie. So tell me who you are."
She spent a moment silently glaring at the ground. "A-Alice."
Francis smiled. "Alice. We 'ave met before."
Avoiding his eyes she nodded once.
"Oui, we have met several times. My offer for dinner still stands, ma cherie."
Alice glared up at him. "Hell no you bloody frog! Why would I want dinner with you?"
With a soft chuckle, France lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. "'opefully we will meet again, Alice. I believe I owe you anozer kiss, oui?"
He winked and left without another word. Alice groaned and covered her reddening face in embarrassment.
How long has the damn frog known?