|Striving for an acceptable level of mediocrity.|
I've never been a morning person so being shaken awake was not an ideal way to start my day.
"(Y/N)... Wake up..." Even in my sleepy state, I recognized my best friend, Elizabeta, trying to wake me up. She, like most of our friends, is the personification of a country. Hungary, in her case.
"Mmm... Go away, Elizabeta..." I groaned, rolling onto my side, my back facing her.
"You got a package. I think you're going to want to open it as soon as possible," she continued. Finally, I cracked my eyes open and looked at her.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I asked. She was wearing a full playboy bunny outfit with fishnet tights, white bunny ears, and a fluffy tail.
"That's why you need to wake up. Come downstairs. I'll make breakfast," and with that, she left. I stretched and finally got up. Walking downstairs, I could smell Elizabeta cooking eggs.
"Smells good. So what's this about a package?" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and sitting down at the table.
"Eat first. Then I'll tell you," she said moving the eggs from pan to plate and placing it in front of me. Reluctantly, I began eating. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elizabeta fiddling with her costume, trying to make it cover more than it did.
"So," I began, swallowing the last bit of eggs, "will you tell me now?"
"Yes. Someone sent packages to all of us this morning. Here's your's," she walked into the kitchen and came back holding a medium sized box with "To (Y/N)" written across the side. I narrowed my eyes skeptically at it, then opened it.
At the very top of the box was a letter. I picked up the letter and began reading it out loud.
"Dear (Y/N), Happy April Fools Day! This year, I wanted to try something new. Enclosed in this box is a costume. You must wear the costume (and ONLY the costume) to the park today. If you refuse, the picture attached to this letter will be posted on every social media site possible. I look forward to seeing you!" I grabbed the picture the letter talked about. Oh no... It was a picture taken at America's birthday party. One thing led to another, a bunch of people got drunk, and someone brought out a stripper pole. I got dared to dance on it so I did. The picture was of me, hanging upside down on the pole, hanging on by my thighs, with the biggest, goofiest grime on my face.
"So, what's this costume I have to wear?" I sighed. I had to go along with this stupid prank because that night was a night I'd like to forget. I peered inside the box and pulled out the costume piece by piece.
A mini pleated skirt.
A tight, white collar shirt that exposed my stomach.
Thigh high white socks.
A pair of navy blue, high heeled, Mary Janes.
At face value, I couldn't tell what the costume was supposed to be. I looked at Elizabeta.
"Any ideas?" I asked holding up the skirt and shoes. She shook her head and I let out a sigh, "Alright. I'll go put this on and then we'll go to the park."
It didn't take long to put the costume on because there was less fabric than the hoodie I'd much rather be wearing. I finally figured out what the costume was supposed to be.
A schoolgirl uniform.
The top three buttons of the shirt that were meant to keep the uniform modest had been removed to prevent from covering up. I just so happen to be "gifted" with a larger-than-average chest.
The skirt grazed the tops of my thighs and threatened to flash anyone and everyone. I'm going to hurt whoever sent out these packages. I walked back into the kitchen where Elizabeta still was.
"This is humiliating..." I murmured. I kept fiddling with the hem of my skirt, trying to make it longer.
"Well, I want my picture back and you're coming with me. There's no way I'm going alone," she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the door and towards the park.
"Can't we just hide and pretend this never happened?"
"No, (Y/N), we can't. We're going to get our picture's back and go home."
"But what if he is behind this?"
"I wouldn't be surprised if he was."
"I can't have him see me like this!"
"(Y/N), we all know that Francis has a thing for school uniforms. We won't stick around long, I promise."
I groaned at this fact. Francis made it no secret that he loves school uniforms, which only made me hate this stupid outfit even more. I will end whoever took those pictures.
"If he's behind this," Elizabeta continued like she was reading my mind, "I'll help you beat the crap out of them."
"That gave me hope. I stood up straight and walked with feigned confidence. Not long after, I saw a group of people in the center of the park. As we grew closer, I could see that it was Alfred and Arthur. Alfred was wearing bear ears and a waist apron, while Arthur was wearing a very short nurse's outfit.
"Hey guys," I said, getting their attention.
"Hey, (Y/N), Elizabeta! Looking good!" Alfred commented, which condoned Arthur smacking him upside the head, "Ow... I deserved that."
"Yeah, you did. Do you guys have any ideas of who set this up?" I asked.
"Francis," Arthur stated without hesitation. I felt a shiver crawl up my spine and my face start to heat up slightly.
"Oui?" I turned around and standing directly behind me was Francis wearing... Can you even say he was wearing anything? He had on cat ears and a tail that matched his hair and a single rose to make him "decent". My face flushed bright red.
"There you are, you twat! Hand over our pictures!"
"I do not 'ave them, mon ami."
"I don't believe you for a second!" Arthur argued. I had regained my composure just as I saw Arthur whip out the wand he never leaves without. I knew nothing good was going to come from Arthur using his magic so I snatched the wand from his hand.
"Hey! Hand it over!"
"Nope," I said, holding it out of his reach, "Everyone knows nothing good happens when you use this while you're angry. I'll give it back when we get our pictures back."
"She's right, dude," Alfred said. Arthur, seeing that he had been outnumbered, calmed down.
"Ok, have you seen anyone else?" I asked.
"Yao and Ivan are around here somewhere," Alfred noted, "Probably hiding somewhere."
"I saw Gil and 'is brother earlier," added Francis.
"Ok, so that's," I began counting off the number of people on my fingers, "9 people we've found so far," I sighed and began to think. Who else could be here?
Before I knew it, I felt Francis grab me around the waist, hoist me over his shoulder, and take off running.
"Francis! What're you doing?!"
"Je suis desole, mon amour. It'll be over soon." Wait, what? What'll be over soon?
After a short but quick run, Francis began slowing down.
"I got her, mon ami," I was gently set down, facing Francis. After being carried through the park by the guy I like while we are both wearing revealing and embarrassing outfits, my face was bright red. I spun around to see who he was talking to and saw Antonio standing there wearing bunny ears and a waist apron.
"Toni? What the hell is going on?" I asked, a little breathlessly.
"It's April fools day, amiga!"
"Yeah, I know that. What I meant was why was I brought here?"
"Oh, we need you as a sort of ransom," Toni answered.
"What? Why me?" I asked.
"Because you took Arthur's wand. He'll come running to get it back and probably bring everyone else as well," said Francis, a little too close for my current liking. I looked in my hand at the wand I still had. Definitely a weird item for him to be protective of. His hand wrapped around my waist and held me close to him. I was confused as to why until I heard footsteps approaching. Francis lead me over to Toni so I was standing between them.
"There you are! I knew you were included in this, frog!" Said an angry Arthur. Along with him was Yao, Ivan, Alfred, Elizabeta, and Gil. No Ludwig, though. Understandable.
"Ah, but to get your photos back," said Toni, producing the photos from his apron pocket, "I want to take a picture to remember the day!"
Nobody wanted another picture taken of them, but we all accepted that it was the only way to get out pictures back and go home. Right before the camera went off, Toni threw all of the pictures in the air like confetti. Everyone began yelling and scrambling to grab their photo. Like I promised, I gave Arthur back his wand once he got his picture and he left. In a matter of 30 seconds, everyone was gone and there were no more pictures on the ground.
"Uh, Toni? Where's my picture?" I asked, worried I would like the answer.
"Right here," I turned to see Francis with my picture in his hand. No! I tried to grab it from his hand but he held it out of my grasp. I tried reaching it by putting my hand on his shoulder and standing on my tippy toes. Of course, being who he is, Francis wrapped his free arm around my waist to keep me from moving away.
"Oui, mon amour?"
"Can I have my picture back?"
"Will you give me a kiss first?"
Wait, what? I mustered up my courage and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"You missed~," you cheeky little-
Before I could finish my thought, he leaned in a gave me a tender and slow kiss. It took me by surprise at first, but I began to wrap around his neck and his hand that was holding the picture wrapped around my waist. We broke away from the kiss and he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Je t'aime, (Y/N)."
"Je t'aime aussi, Francis."