Arthur snorted. I could tell he loved me telling Francis off.

Francis blinked at me. He tried to take my hand. I jerked it away.

"Mon Cherie…"

"Don`t 'Mon Cherie' me! You knew I was watching when you kissed her, that's why you did it!"

"Non I didn`t-"

"You did! And I`ll tell you another thing I wanted to kiss him."

"You did?" Francis seemed shocked.

"You did?" England whispered in my ear. I blushed slightly.

"Oui. Now enjoy the dance~" I picked up a drink and spun on my heel ,downing the small glass and throwing away the plastic cup.

"You wanted to kiss me?" England repeated, taking my hand and waist then falling back into step with the music.

"I told you I didn`t know how I felt about you did I not?"

"But I didn`t know that meant…" He seemed shy, which was unusual.

"But it did." We were both blushing furiously. "Now why don`t you tell me the real reason you kissed me?"

Arthur stammered for a bit before seeming to decide on his answer. "To make the frog jealous. It seemed to work…"

I gave a frustrated sigh, and leaned back into the dip. He brought me back up and I pulling him ever closer.

"Allllright kids! It`s that time! Let`s have the girls dance with a male they have not yet danced with for our last dance! Thank you." Came from the DJ stand.

I spun to find someone, and was mashed up against Francis who grabbed my arm and drug me to the corner, not roughly, but firmly. Putting his hands on my waist I was forced to put my arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Going on a date with Matthew, Going here with that bastard, letting him kiss you then saying you wanted him to?"

"Oh that…Francis…"

"Please tell me because I`m baffled." His eyes showed slight hurt. "Mon amour…" He whispered in my ear. I shivered.

"Francis please…you are perfectly content to capture the hearts of everyone in this school, and make out with every one of them. Maybe that`s okay in France but that`s not okay with me." I could feel tears threatening to fall, o I refused to blink, which in turn made me want to cry more as I had nowhere to look accept the man who crushed me. "You made sure I was looking before kissing her, because you wanted me to be jealous. I have seen you flirting with so many people it`s not even funny, capturing them just like you did me." Salt-water slid down my cheeks in droplets.

"Mon Cherie I don`t care about them only-"

"Save it Francis. You don`t love me. You don`t love anyone except yourself."

"Mon petite fleur(my little flower), my angel, mon soleil(my sun), that is not true." He wiped a tear from my cheek. "Arthur is lying to you. He`s always dragging us apart, he doesn`t want us together."

"Francis you`re only making this harder. Arthur couldn`t possibly make you flirt, and kiss, and hug, and touch all of those other girls. You`re simply a perverted bastard, and I refuse to be captive any longer."

"He`s cruel to you, he abuses you, how can you trust him?"

"How can I trust you ,huh?" My voice was shaking. Tears silently streaming down my cheek I had but seconds before I completely broke down. Without waiting for an answer, I pushed him away running out the door , wiping my face and slipping off my heels carrying them in my hand, running across the courtyard barefooted. Dropping to my knees just inside the door I broke down sobbing. Honestly just when I had it all figured out that devilish French accent ruins it all. The hardest part was he had a point. How could Arthur care about me if he was so mean, so cruel?

Hungary opened the door gently, lucky for me as I was just inside. Moving aside and standing up she gave me a hug and led me to the bed. "Tell me exactly what happened."

Luckily she knew me enough to make out where I babbled more than actually talked as I sobbed, whimpered, and shuddered out the whole story of the dance.