"Francis!" Alfred said, making you turn your head to look at the golden hair young man. He wasn't even paying attention, he was too busy flirting with anything with a vagina in sight. You scoffed slightly before facing forward and folding your arms.
You hated it when he ignored you, even though the two of you weren't even together.But, over your years here at the summer camp, you actually started to have feelings for him. Well, who wouldn't? You thought that French accent of his was well, sexy. Francis was probably the only reason why you agreed to your parents to come here every summer.
You loved him.
Silently and lost in your thoughts, you waited until the Counselor was done speaking.
"Your schedules!" Alfred said as he walked around, handing every group a sheet of blue paper. Eventually, he came around to you. Alfred looked at you, at France, then back to you, "Good luck, dudette~" He whispered before handing out the rest of the sheets. You rolled your eyes slightly before turning and facing Francis, "We have Art, first." You said softly as you looked down at the sheet.
"Ohonon~ They seem to know what I like best. Come on, mon amour~" He grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the arts and crafts center. You didn't blush at what he just called you, he did it to everyone. After sighing, you willingly let yourself be pulled by the Frenchman.
A few minutes later, you arrived at the center and were greeted by your teacher. Quickly, you yanked away from Francis' grip and found a desk on the far end of the room. Surprisingly, he followed you and chose the one right next to you. You tried your best to ignore him, but it was nearly impossible. You knew he was staring at you with that perverted grin of his. Slowly, you started to blush.
"What's wrong, beau~?" He asked you in a whisper tone so he wouldn't draw attention. You looked over at him quietly, your (e/c) eyes staring back into his crystal blue ones., "N-Nothing." You said. hoping that he would be oblivious to your blush. He chuckled softly at you, making your blush darken by the second. You mumbled something under your breath and continued to pay attention the instructor.
"Now, draw whatever comes to mind! Have fun." The instructor finally finished his thirty minute long lecture. You were half asleep, and the rest of the class was as well. You awoke fully when you felt arms snake around your waist, and a deep and seductive voice whisper in your ear, "He said we could choose partners, _______." The rich, French accented man said. You shivered slightly and your muscles tensed up slightly.
"Oh..~" You said and squirmed out of his grip. France smirked at you before bringing his stool right beside yours. He took a seat and you did as well, the both of you staring at the blank paper that rested on the wooden table. Before you could even think of what to draw, France had already started. You watched him slightly, tucking a piece of your (h/l) (h/c)hair behind your ear.
It looked as if he were drawing some sort of red, mutated dog, but it slowly started to make sense what he was drawing. A rose~
The blush returned to your cheeks and you looked over at Francis, but he was too busy concentrating. You let out giggle, he looked so cute when he was.
After a few minutes, he finished and held it up for her to see, "For you, mon amour~" He said and gave it to you. You gave him a smile before taking the piece of art from him. It wasn't that bad, it was rather beautiful. Or beau the Frenchman might say. France studied your facial expression quietly before giving you a flirtatious smile.
"It's beautiful." You managed to say before looking over at him. France grinned.
"Not as beautiful as you, mon amour~" He said quietly before pulling out a real red rose from god knows where. He held it up to you, making you giggle softly. You placed the paper on the table and gently took the flower from him, "Why, thank you~" You said, your fingers grazing the soft, red petals.
"The pleasures all mine~"
"So, Francis..~ Do you like to dr--" You were interrupted by the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes widened in surprise, but slowly, the closed. You melted into the kiss quickly, making you squeeze the rose in your hand. The thorns pricked your fingers, but you didn't care. He pushed forward in the kiss, deepening it and dropping every bit of love he had for you in it. Your stomach flipped and your heart felt as if it was going to pop out of your chest. Before you could actually savor the kiss, he pulled away. A wave of disappointment passed over you, making you pout slightly.
"_______, it's sad that I had to wait this long to kiss you like that. Haven't you seen the way I looked at you, how much I want you to be mine?" France said to you, resting his forehead against yours. Your cheeks burned once again before replying to him.
"But.. You do that every girl. How was I supposed to know?!"
"All those other girls are great, oui. But none are like you..~ I love you, ______."
"I..I love you too, Francis~" You said before pulling him into yet another passionate kiss.
And he did love you, he loved you more than you could ever imagine.