Sorry xD Preparing make-up ones as yuh read this, LAWLZ .

Back to BelxFran :D That XanxusxSqualo thing was a onetime deal, so I'm sorry to say I prolly won't be doing any other pairings o_o if yuh wanna suggest something do it in review or message :]

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Just another day as a monarch of a small country called Italy. It was rather boring, really. He sat on his throne and people came in and did one of three things. Give him free things, whined and complained about something they lacked, or tried to seduce him. None of these things entertained him in the slightest but he bore with them all, nonetheless. He rather liked his easy way of life, and making his servants' life a living hell could be quite fun!

Work held no appeal to him, screw what they say about things tasting or feeling better once they've been earned, because Belphegor Von Ripper will tell you right now; they don't. Food tasted like food, wine tasted like wine, and beds felt like beds, it didn't matter how you got them.

Another thing; it wasn't all boring here in the throne room. Once in a while he got lucky and someone complained just enough, and he'd make some rude comment, and if they were stupid (and he lucky) then they'd angrily insult him. And we all know what happens when you insult a monarch. But of course today just wasn't his day and everything was calm, warm, and utterly disgusting. With a sigh he waved the next person in, putting on his insane grin that would sometimes scare people off. Before him was a rather old man. Hmm, probably a village complaining about lack of food. Not his problem!

"What is it?" He asked impatiently, knowing that the old never were stupid enough to insult him. Plus, if they were they'd die slowly, and that was so boring! The old man before him smiled slightly, appearing cruel, and Bel felt his respect for the man go up immediately.

"I have a present, a slave for his majesty!" His majesty? Well, flattery never hurt he supposed. He raised his eyebrows. A slave? Well that was... let's just say he got slave offers daily, and usually most of them just died off. He only needed twenty, and as it was he housed about eighty. See what a kind person Bel was?

The blond examined his nails boredly, no longer interested. "I don't require any more slaves. Ushishi~" His wild grin didn't seem to throw the man off, which annoyed his slightly. "Unless this slave is special in some way, you can take your leave."

The white haired elder scoffed, smile not leaving though. "I implore you, your majesty, just take a look at him. He is quite special." Him? Usually he was offered girls and woman. Endless amounts, for the entire city that he lived in believed that it was only proper that he take up a bride. It felt rather odd to be offered a boy or man, perhaps a cook? A cleaner? A doctor? He already had them all, they were unneeded, but Bel might as well see what was so special about this one.

"Fine, send him in! But if he's not in my interest then you're in trouble, old man. Ushishisi." Bel was really hoping the person of topic was boring, and then it'd give him an excuse to behead the probably not so innocent slave-keeper. And so his ears perked up when the doors opened, but his unseen eyes didn't leave the old man. After all, he already knew that nothing would catch his interest! It was an utterly boring day and he needed some red to spice it up.

The white haired man had turned away though and was now glaring at someone or something. "Hurry up and introduce yourself, you daft twit!" Bel heard the other rudely hiss, and finally his eyes traveled to the slave that had been brought for him today. It wouldn't be anything special, he'd already been offered four and it was only noon.

Oh how wrong he was.

There, looking utterly bored was possibly the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen. Huge, frog-grin eyes stared up at him deeply, there depths having no bounds. There were even three purple triangle tattoos, like none that he'd seen before, that were right under the mesmerizing globes! A cute little nose was on the boy that couldn't be older than sixteen's face, and small pink and plump lips were right below it. Smooth and perfectly in place green hair, that just reached down past his neck. He adorned nothing but a loincloth, making some of the servants that were fawning over him pause and roll their eyes, apparently disgusted. Beautiful pale skin that did have even one blemish on it, as if silk was revealed, every curve outlined. Skinny and with legs that woman would kill for, the boy was without a doubt stunning Almost all eyes (the guards, servants, the old mans and most importantly the monarchs) were glued to the small teenager. But even so, despite all this, the young male didn't seem bothered in the slightest. Quite the opposite, the teenager was yawning, looking at Bel oddly which made the monarch realize he'd been addressed.

"What?" He said smartly, still slightly awed by the boy. This time he watched with great care as the green haired teenager's mouth parted to review white teeth, but when he saw the tongue fly out to wet the others lips he almost lost his concentration all over again. Thankfully he took notice of this and kept his ears keen awaiting noise.

"I said, oh great deaf one, that my names Fran. Nice to meet you." The sarcastic teen gave a bow, and the elder man glared and hit him across the head angrily.

"Don't speak so rudely to-"

"I am interested in buying this boy; lay another hand on my future property and you'll be punished. Ushishi~" Both of his guests looked up in surprise, caught off guard by the blond's unusual (and quite unheard of) interest. Bel felt his cheeks warm up slightly at the odd looks he was getting, but mostly he kept his eyes trained on the other.

With a sigh, the frog crossed his arms, shivering and annoyed. "I'm for free, actually. The old man is tired of my 'insistent whining'" Bel resisted laughing at the hilarious imitation Fran did of the elder, "and wanted to put me into your hands." The old man started sputtering, obviously embarrassed, claiming this wasn't true.

The monarch laughed. "Really now? Free? That sounds wonderful! Now that that's settled he can leave then." Bel snapped his fingers, eyes falling on the white haired man whom was now red faced.

"Your majesty, this boy is just slightly slow, I never made any such comment and I'm afraid to say- utmost apologies your majesty- that he's actually not free and-"

"Guards, servants, show this man to the door would you? I want to get to know the new slave."

And so, like most days, a very angry and put-off old man was dragged to the door, and an extra possible waste of space had been brought into his mansion.

Except somehow, Bel found that maybe his days would be a little bit different from now on, as he pressed his body flush up against the green haired boys in a passionate kiss.