Just your Name
AN
Hooray for new story! Boo for not updating my other fics… heh, sorry. This came to me the other night and I couldn't resist typing it up! I also made a short video for it, which you can find on my Instagram, under the tag;
#mickidona
It's just a little FrUk highschool AU, not much of a plot, mainly fluff. Enjoy!
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"Just here"
Francis pointed at his notepad, a blank page open and ready to be drawn on. Arthur frowned at him, suspicious.
"And what exactly do you want me to write?"
"Just your name."
"My name?" Arthur's bushy brows raised in surprise. "You certainly are a strange fellow…" He pulled a biro from his organiser and carefully printed his full name, before glancing up at the Frenchman. "Happy?"
"Oui, very happy," Francis beamed. "Merci beaucoup, Arthur!"
"No problem," shrugged the Brit, gathering up his books. "I'd best be off now. Goodbye, frog."
"Au revoir, mon cher!" Francis scooped up the notebook, reading Arthur's name over and over again. Perfect.
Francis signed his name with a flourish, directly above Arthur's. Here, in the peace and quiet of the library, he could complete his task in peace. He admitted that what he was going to do was rather childish, but romantic nonetheless.
First, a heart, to seal the names together.
Next, Cupid's arrow, to ensure that love would occur.
Then, a second heart, made of simple links, to ensure their love would last.
And finally, a few embellishments here and there, purely for the sake of it. Francis always was an extravagant man.
He folded the paper in half with a quick run of his fingers, tucking it into his folder and strolling casually out of the library. A furtive glance, to ensure no one was watching him, and he stealthily slipped the page into Arthur's locker.
"Ah, bollocks," Arthur grumbled, snapping his organiser shut. He'd left the task sheet for his history essay all the way back in his locker, and he really needed to get started on it.
Hurrying back upstairs, Arthur spun the dial on his locker as quickly as possible, oblivious to the Frenchman hiding around the corner.
"Huh? What's this?"
A page had slipped out of his pristine locker, unfamiliar to the Brit. He gingerly plucked it off the ground, expecting yet another piece of the poison pen writing he usually received, when;
"Blimey…" Arthur mumbled, emerald eyes quickly scanning the page as his cheeks grew redder and redder. "Well this certainly won't do…"
Francis' breath caught as he saw Arthur's brow furrow, the Englishman carefully printing something alongside the extravagant handiwork. The shorter blonde moved to Francis' locker, adjacent to his own, and slipped the page carefully through the door.
What was this? Barely waiting for Arthur to leave, Francis scampered over to his locker and wrenched it open. "Francis Bonnefoy, Arthur Kirkland," he murmered; nothing different there. Then, the additional writing caught his cerulean eyes, causing his heart to fill with warmth.
"Forever and ever…"
AN
Fluffity fluffy fluff! Terribly cheesy, I know, but I'm sure you'll all survive! Unless you happen to be lactose intolerant, in which case I don't know why you watch Hetalia. The cheese is real.
Heh, anyways, please review, and check out the little video and pictures I put on Instagram, under the tag;
#mickidona
All future fanart or mini-fics by me will also be posted there, so stay tuned!
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