~Hello lovies!~

I decided to make today's a little special. 4 is my lucky number, so I thought why not try one of these?

Also! The weekend is approaching! I need Christmas-themed prompts! I can't just think of these great ideas all by myself!

I've decided that this segment, as well as every Thursday segment, will be centered around their school years! This great idea was inspired by the trending Throwback Thursday... I sound like I've been under a rock for ten years, using phrases like 'Trending...'

Anyways, I hope you like today's prize!

December 4th

The bell trilled through the hallway, and every door seemed to open simultaneously. Instantly, the corridors were flooded with teens, jubilant for Christmas vacation.

One student in particular made a straight line for his locker. Arthur Kirkland tried his hardest to keep his face hidden from the crowd as he hurriedly packed his book bag. Despite this, he managed to find him.

"Well, Arthur," a french accent purred from behind him, the hairs on his neck rising on end. "Looks like someone's in a hurry to get home."

Arthur took a deep breath and turned to face his frienemy.

"Yes," He spat out, "That someone would be me. Now if you'll excuse me-" He pushed away from the Frenchman, but was stopped by a hand to the shoulder.

"You are not excused, actually." Francis laughed. "I need to talk to you about the Christmas Dance tonight."

Arthur rolled his eyes and turned his back to the other teen, but felt a million butterflies hatch in his stomach. "What about it? I'm just going to stay home." He could practically feel his judging eyes at the back of his head.

"Not going?!" Francis almost screamed. "Oh, non, you simply must come Arthur! Everyone is going to be there!" Arthur just shook his head and started to walk away.

"Even if I wanted to, I don't have a date."

"That's what I wanted to ask you about, actually." Arthur stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide, and he was sure a blush had risen to his cheeks.

"What?" He managed to get out, "You wanted to rub in my face that you're taking some hottie like Elizabeta? I hate to break it to you, frog, but she's already going with Roderich."

Francis simply laughed. "Non, Arthur. I wanted to know if you wanted to go with me." Arthur turned to face the Frenchman and looked on his face for a trace of sarcasm.

"You- you're being serious?" He mentally swore at himself for stuttering.

"Oui, of course," Francis grabbed his hand. "So you'll go with me?"

Arthur, the awkward teen he was, just nodded and muttered out some quick goodbye, leaving Francis grinning.

Arthur paced his room. His perfectly organised plan had fallen apart at the seems as soon as that stupid French cutie had transferred to hs school.

Nervously, he had told his family that his first date was a boy, which didn't surprise the Kirkland Clan. Next, he had to select the perfect outfit: A black tweed jacket, a dapper red and green sweater vest, a white dress shirt, and black slacks.

He had shaved, showered, and used a small squirt of his sister's Christmas perfume without her noticing. Now ready, he waited apprehensively for his 'date.'

Just when he thought Francis had stood him up, the bell rang, which Arthur opened within three seconds.

"F-Francis," Arthur stuttered out, "You look... fantastic." And he did. In a white tuxedo jacket, vermillion shirt, and perfectly matched emerald-green tie, he looked dressed to impress.

He just smiled gratefully. "You too, Arthur." He held out an arm. "Shall we go?"

Arthur felt his skin tingle when he made contact with him, and nodded. "I guess so."

"Well... Allons-y!"

~La Fin~

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