Cats and Skunks
I just want you to admit it, mon chere,
J'adore mon petit chat~
I know you love me too, ma chérie~
So why not just tell me like that?
We can stop this usless game of cat and mouse,
I know you would love that, mon petit chat chaton~
We seem to play this game so much,
These days much more often.
Oh, why scamper off like that?
Afraid I'll make a smell?
You don't have to say anything, ma douce~
I know you love me aswell~
So I will not stop chasing you,
Until I get my way~
I will chase you until that time,
When you will love me enough to agree to stay~
Starts With a Fistfight FrUKCAUTION! CONTAINS BOYS LOVING EACHOTHER IN A HIGHLY ROMANTIC MANNER! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!!Starts With a Fistfight FrUK4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
ALSO: This is set it Hetalia academy. >.
A Reply - FrUKFrancis put down the letter after reading it, smiling at how cute his "petit Anglais" was without even trying. The Frenchman stayed sitting on the couch for a couple more seconds before suddenly getting an idea. He was going to write back to Arthur. Francis considered writing the whole thing in French, but then decided against it when he thought about how frustrated it would make the Brit. Francis then had a better idea, and he set to work.A Reply - FrUK4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Thankfully for Francis, Arthur was out for the day, meaning that Francis was free to decorate however he felt like it. Francis began by getting out sheets of paper which were patterned and coloured to look like the French flag as well as the English flag. Making sure that the hearts were not lopsided, Francis slowly and precisely cut the pieces of paper to resemble hearts.
After he cut out a number of hearts, Francis went over to another table and began to write down one thing he liked on each heart that looked like the English flag. On the F
Why I Love YouWhy I Love You2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why?! Why is it that you insist on loving me when all I've ever done is hurt you? You always find it in yourself to forgive me, yet I've never deserved it..." Green eyes flashed with regret, bitterness, as they were cast upon the Frenchman. How could he be so forgiving? So kind? It made Arthur's heart hurt - to think he'd been so blind all these years. His supposed millenium-long enemy had confessed his love, and it left his head reeling. This had come as a surprise. Yes, every now and then the older blonde would send a flirtatious comment his way, or a perverse gesture, but he'd never taken it seriously, not that France had given him reason to. He flirted with just about everyone - there was hardly a nation left untouched, quite literally, by Francis.
"It's because I can forgive you after every mistake, every painful moment, every fight, every battle; that's how I know I love you, and why I can't stop..." He murmered, closing his eyes. "I've known you ever since you were just
FrUk: BeautifulWhat do you consider to be beautiful?FrUk: Beautiful3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Those exact words were written in elegant black script on a scrap of paper that Francis had slipped onto Arthur's desk, completely unnoticed by Germania. They left the Brit baffled, and a little miffed. Yet he was impressed that the Frenchman's actions had gone unspotted as they were seated in the front of the classroom and Germania was a vigilant teacher.
But Arthur was grateful that the note hadn't been discovered. Under usual circumstances, he would have loved for the bloody frog to get a detention or at least a firm telling off for his antics but these weren't usual circumstances. The words were not of a sexual nature and Francis' expression was not one of a pervert. No, these words sent a different message. A romantic one?
No, no! Don't be so stupid. Arthur mentally slapped himself as his face threatened to flush crimson. He was being ridiculous, far too hopeful. The damn Frenchie would nev
Aftermath (FrUK)When Arthur saw the new suit with a note attached to it, he was suspicious. When he read said note, his suspicions were confirmed.Aftermath (FrUK)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Dear Mr. Kirkland,
it has been brought to my attention that our relations with the French Republic
could be brushed up on. Therefore, you have been scheduled for a dinner
with Mr. Bonnefoy tonight at 20:00 at Les Deux Salons. Wear this. Regards,
the Minister of Foreign Relations
Arthur stared down at the note for a moment, not quite able to believe what he had just read. He went over the words again, and then a third time. They didn't change or magically disappear. Checking his watch, he realized it was just after 18:00. He took the suit and note inside, immediately making his way over to where his wall phone was.
"Minister of Foreign Relations' office." the secretary said cheerfully.
"This is Arthur Kirkland speaking. Put me through immediately." Arthur snapped.
The secretary was slow to react. "Mr. Kirkland, he is in an important meeting at
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"Stupid Italian bastard," you muttered as you took your anger out on the hard-water build-up on the shower head.
Two days ago, your boyfriend of a little over eight months broke up with you. And then announced he was going back to Italy. Without so much as a warning or anything. The foul-mouthed Italian said that he had been considering it for over a month. A month! Don't you think that's something you should mention to the girl you've been dating for over eight months? He didn't think so apparently. Ugh, and that's not even the worse part. As you felt your anger rising again, you threw the scrub brush into the bottom of the tub and plopped down on the edge. The worse part was when he said he was going back to try and work things out with his ex-girlfriend, and that being with you made him realize just how much he loved and missed her. Talk about a real confidence booster, right? Actually, there wasn't a lot of confidence boosting in your relationship, so you really shouldn't be surpri
A Little Caring (FrUK)Five days. Five days since France had vanished without a trace.A Little Caring (FrUK)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day. One day since he had returned, dirty and bloodied. Except he was not the same nation they had once known, jovial and fun-loving. No, he returned a broken, near insane shell of a man.
Nobody knew where he had gone, no one knew what happened to him, and after some time, nobody cared.
Except for one, collecting the poor nation, and taking the rambling man to his home without complaint. He was patient, there to calm the Frenchman from one of his daily panic attacks, murmuring comforting words when he would dissolve into tears.
It pained him, to see his beautiful Frenchman’s mind shattered into piece’s, reduced to madness.
‘W-Where are y’u?’ France called out, pressing his back to a wall, eyes wide. He had awoken alone, and immediately went to search for him, his breathing starting to quicken.
Turning a corner, he sighed in relief, spying the familiar figure
Spain X Reader- 7 Minutes in HeavenYou were at one of Alfred's parties and you were annoyed over the edge, along with Arthur. You and Arthur were dragged by the happy American to this whole thing and you two were sure not enjoying it at all. Just then a hat was showed into your face by a grinning American.Spain X Reader- 7 Minutes in Heaven3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Pick up a thing, [Name]!!!" he yelled like an idiot. You groaned, but picked something anyway, knowing that he won't give up that easy. As you picked something from the hat you saw that it is a little tomato. You're eyes wided when you saw it and you knew very well who it was.
"Hey yo!!! Antonio! [Name] got you for 7 minutes in heaven!" Alfred shouted, making you blush. You see, you had a huge crush on the hot Spaniard, but you were to shy and in a simple word, a tsundere, to admit your feelings to him. You were much like Romano, tsundere, stubborn and a foul mouthed girl. You were pulled out of your thoughts when someone tapped your shoulder, it was Antonio!
"Hello there, chica~...Lets go!~" he said with a charming
Potions (FrUk)England looked at himself, lower his head. He was currently a cat, an injured one at that, taking shelter in a back alleyway, shivering in the cold rain.Potions (FrUk)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America had been joking around, in his home, spilling a potion on him, and then throwing him out. Now he was lost, alone, and afraid, meowing quietly in fear as he shook. It was only getting colder as the minutes passed, and he feared he wouldn’t make it till morning.
He meowed again, freezing when something moved near his head, his small heart beating rapidly. Something grabbed him and lifted him, causing him to meow loudly, struggling in their grasp.
‘Calm down, litt’e one.’ England froze at the voice, knowing who it was immediately. He was turned, revealing France, who was looking at his damaged paws with a frown. ‘Wh’t happened to a pr’cious zhing like ‘ou?’ He cooed, covering the English cat with his coat, as he hurried towards his home.
Too exhausted by adrenaline leaving his
Not Forgotten (FrUK)Arthur didn't bother celebrating his birthday anymore. There was no point- even if he announced it, people didn't remember. Or they didn't care. Whichever. So the blond Englishman always spent the evening of April 23rd curled up on his bed, watching shows on his laptop and nursing a small bottle of alcohol.Not Forgotten (FrUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He didn't expect his twenty-third birthday, his senior year of university, to be different. He finished all of his work by five and then proceeded to flop onto the bed with some Earl Grey. It was tea now; he'd move up to rum or whiskey at around eight. When the knocking came at six, at first he didn't hear it because he just didn't expect anyone to come around visiting him.
But visit him someone had come, and the incessant knocking only got louder as time went on, until at last Arthur took notice of it. He paused the episode of Merlin he was currently on and got up, almost stepping in one of the many empty teacups already littering the floor around his bed.
"Francis?" Arthur asked w
Dancing to Our Own Beat ~ UkFrDancing to Our Own BeatDancing to Our Own Beat ~ UkFr2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Arthur couldn't understand why he had agreed to this in the first place. Most likely out of a moment of weakness. Or a fit of lust that had drawn him into this. A need for the sex that would have been withheld the moment he said no. Who was he fooling, though? Everyone knew their relationship was anything but “pure”. Everyone knew of his weakness for sex and how the other blonde always threatened to withhold it.
He dropped his head to his hands, a non-alcohol induced headache coming on. “How did I end up here?” The blonde muttered, trying to remember.
The British male was just finishing his work for the day. He signed the last document, pushing it aside, and let his head fall into his hands. Having took the weekend off, at his boyfriend's request, his boss had forced Arthur to work through the day with only a ten minute break for lunch. He wondered for a moment what put her in such a horrid mood before real
New boy - FrUkHe was a new kid in my class. Not that I cared. To me, he was just another annoying kid. I sighed, resting my head on my desk; I hadn't been feeling well at all.New boy - FrUk3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Why don't you tell us your name, hmm?" I heard my teacher's over-caring voice say. I looked up at the boy and groaned. "Francis Bonnefoy~" He said in his heavy French accent. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, Francis, You can sit by Arthur. Raise your hand, Please, Arthur." I sat up straight and put my hand in the air half-heartedly. Francis walked over and sat next to me, the lesson for that day began.
My head went back onto the desk, when I felt a poke on the back of my head. "Hey, Chéri, Can I borrow a pencil?" I sat up, took the only pencil I had, and chucked it at the kid. "Don't talk to me in the language." He smiled at me, none the less. "Merci!" I threw my head back on the desk, grumbling. I knew I was gonna grow to hate this 'Francis Bonnefoy'.
I'd hardly got through three of my classes. I threw up once, cough
A Weekend In ParisAPH: FrUKA Weekend In Paris2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weekend had been heavenly.
It had taken Arthur nearly a fortnight to convince his boss to give him this single weekend away from work. He hadnt even been granted the entire weekend, just Saturday night through Sunday evening, when he was expected to return to work. All that effort, however, was worth it, even for such a short amount of time. He had arrived via jet in Paris to find Francis waiting for him, a bouquet of exquisite crimson roses in hand.
Kisses were exchanged, and the two were soon on their way. The couple had enjoyed a fantastic dinner at Le Meurice, strolled along the Champs-Élysées and even watched a firework display explode into a million colors behind the Eiffel Tower. To say the night was perfect would have been an understatement, to say the least, but it only got better when the two retreated to Francis' chic flat, losing themselves in each other until the wee hours of the morning.
When the two eventually rose, Arthur was rather
FrUk one-shotFrUk one-shotFrUk one-shot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur hadn't noticed Francis sneak into his house. He was too busy trying to write a love letter to the French male. Each attempt made the English male grow more and more angered! Why couldn't he just write the stupid letter?! Arthur clenched his fists and sighed. "You can do it," The English male said, not acknowledging Francis's presence. The French male was sitting on Arthur’s couch.
Francis silently looked at Arthur who seemed to get angrier each second. It was obvious that Arthur was trying to write something. Francis knew that if he allowed England to notice him now, he would get yelled at for not knocking on the door. Arthur sighed as he crumpled a sheet of paper and threw it into the garbage. "Bloody frog why?" The English male muttered to himself as he began to write on a new sheet of paper. Francis blinked. Had he been noticed?
"Why is writing a love letter to you have to be so bloody difficult?!" Arthur asked. Francis blinked, Arthur returned his feeling
Hold Mein Bier Hold Mein BierHold Mein Bier1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Prussia X Reader
How can France and Spain have paperwork on a Friday? So un-awesome. It’s boring to go out drinking alone.
Prussia sighed and kicked the sidewalk. He had declined his brother’s offer of a ride back to the hotel, saying he was too awesome for it, but really? He kind of wished he’d gone with Germany. Without France and Spain to joke and boast, there wasn’t much point in looking for a bar. As much as he loved beer, Prussia hated being alone. It reminded him of the void in his heart where his people used to be.
As if sensing his master’s thoughts, Gilbird chirped. Prussia smiled. As long as he had Gilbird, he wasn’
FrUk. Cold Hands.Arthur always had cold hands.FrUk. Cold Hands.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It didn't matter if it was July or January, his hands were always cold.
Francis was sitting on the sofa, arms around a cushion in a vain attempt to stay warm. Despite the fairly enthusiastic fire burning in the living room, he couldn't get any warmer. Arthur had suggested he put on another jumper, but Francis wasn't having any of it. He was already wearing a very sexy jumper, OK? He didn't want to cover that fine piece of clothing up. Besides, he suspected Arthur was going to try and knit him a jumper for Christmas, so he wanted to make the most of his beautiful jumpers while he still cold.
Said Englishman entered the living room and crossed to the sofa, handing Francis a fragrant cup of coffee (drinks were the only thing Francis allowed him to make) before sinking on to the sofa beside him.
They held their drinks in silence, feeling the warmth slowly seep back into their bodies. Francis thought Arthur still smelt like outdoors
By Your Bedside FrUK FanfictionFrance POVBy Your Bedside FrUK Fanfiction2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Poor Britain, He gets these terrible colds all the time. "I said as I watched the blond man lay motionless in the hospital bed. It seems he had caught the flu from staying out in the cold rain for too long. Last time this happened America rudely interrupted and trudged into the room. He placed a hamburger on Britain's forehead and expected it to make him feel better! Well, I guess that's American healthcare in a nutshell. Hopefully we won't have any interruptions this time. I smiled and thought about all the times we've spent together. Some people say we have a love/hate relationship. Even though I often deny it I wish that relationship would lean more to the love side. I've come to know that my heart yearns for him in the strangest ways. I've had many lovers in the past but something about the feelings I have for Britain are different.........Ugh why do I even think about these things. I continued to watch Britain sleep in the bed. An IV is hooked to his arm and is pumping
Hidden Wings (Angel-ish!England x France)The entire world stared at his unconscious form, eyes wide and mouths open in shock. He groaned, stirring as he grabbed the large glass table above him, hoisting himself to his feet, only to pale at the eyes trained on him.Hidden Wings (Angel-ish!England x France)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Dude, you have freakin wings!” America cried the first to recover from shock. Soon other nations began to recover, voicing their disbelief, which quickly turned to disgust and suspicion. England just hung his head, sighing as some of the paranoid nations began to shout at him, wondering why he was hiding such a secret from everyone.
“Leave ‘im alone, oui? ‘E haz done nozhing to you, zo leave ‘im alone.” France spoke up, standing between the younger nation, and the rest of the world. Germany mirrored him, and the world meeting dispersed, leaving Germany, France, America, and England behind. England was looking at them, waiting for them to say something.
“Dude, why didn’t ya say anything? This is freakin awesome!&
UsCan: Cuddling"A-America, let go of me."UsCan: Cuddling2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Alfred, I swear to god, I will kill you with my hockey stick if you don't..."
"But Mattie, you never cuddle with me!" America's blue eyes were full of hurt as he pouted at his brother.
Canada tried to struggle out of the other's inhuman grip. "That's because I don't like it! Now will you just let go of me?"
"Agh!" Canada shifted uncomfortably, trying to get away from America's arms which were currently wrapped around his waist. The smaller blonde growled in irritation, and settled for working on prying his hands apart.
"Why won't you just stay with me?" Alfred whined, and tightened his grip. The action only caused an irate flush to spread on Matthew's face.
"Because I have things to do other than lying in bed all day with a lazy boyfriend," he snapped, beginning to loose the internal struggle to remain patient and calm(ish).
A whine was heard, and Matthew glanced over at Alfred, who was sulking. "Why not?"
Canada bit down