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A/N: Lime warning. If you want me to lable it as mature, then please tell me in the comments.

"Oh, he's gorgeous!"

"Wow, I would love to be in (y/n)'s shoes."

"Shhh! She's coming!"

You sighed, having heard the entire conversation. Being a musician in hardcore training had given you sensitive hearing.

"Ohonhonhon, bonjour, (y/n)."

"Hello, Francis," you coldly replied.

"Why so chilly?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, behind you.

"Oh my god!" One of the girls gossiping earlier shrieked.

"Hello, Francis! Good morning!" Amother greeted. The Frenchman gave them a good natured smile.

"Come on, lets go!" The final one said, dragging her friends away.

"Can you let go?" You asked.

"I'd rather not, ma chérie," Francis replied, resting his head on your shoulder, "You look very pretty today."

"Thank you very much," you said. Part of you hated him to the core, but another part wondered what it would be like to have someone like him by your side all the time.

"You would look better if your clothes were on the floor and if you were on top of me," he whispered, smiling. You smacked him before stomping off, pissed, to music class, which you had with him.

"Tough luck with (y/n) again?" Antonio asked, coming up to Francis once you were gone.

"Oui, she's very persistent on hating me," he sighed.

"Kesesese, I have an idea! You know the party I'm hosting in a few days? I have the perfect idea!" Gilbert exclaimed, bending over and whispering the plan into Francis's ear.

"Magnifique! Merci, Gilbert," Francis responded.

"Kesesese, no problem! Now go see your one true love in music class!"

~In Music Class~

"So, class, today's topic will be on Debussy," your teacher started.

"Ohonhonhon, Debussy is a French composer, oui?" Francis whispered to you, having been seated next to you. You closed your eyes shut and clenched your fists.

"I know! Claude-Achille Debussy doesn't sound very Russian or Austrian to me!" You hissed at him. That shut him up for the entire class.

"Frau!"

You turned to see Gilbert running up to you.

"How may I help you?" You asked. He pulled out an envelope.

"An invitation to my party in a few days!" The Prussian exclaimed, grinning.

"Is Francis invited?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then, no."

"But, (y/n)-"

"I said, no."

"I'll invite Austria."

You hesitated. You always enjoyed talking to him, he was very well informed in the musical world.

"Fine. I'll come."

~Timeskip to Party~

"Kesesese thanks for coming, (y/n)!" Gilbert said, greeting you at his house.

"No problem," you replied, walking into the house. You ignored the Frenchman and found Roderich. You chatted for a while with the Austrian, before Prussia clapped his hands.

"We only have a little bit before we can set (y/n) up with Francis!" Antonio squeaked.

"Shhhh!" Prussia shushed.

"Hey everyone! We're gonna play a game!' Antonio yelled.

"A game! Sweet!" Alfred yelled back.

"It's like 7 Minutes In Heaven but different," Prussia explained. You rolled your eyes. Francis looked at you, knowing perfectly how this would turn out.

"So, you get a room with the person you pick for an hour! And it's up to you guys to decide what you're gonna do!" Gilbert said, hinting at the activities. A small girl in the background, who was stuffing her face with croutons glared at the Prussian.

"Oh, and everyone has to play."

'Crap,' you thought, 'Maybe I should just sneak out.'

"Kesese! You pick first, Elizaveta!"

You watched the other pick and soon, it was your turn.

You reached your hand into the hat to feel something soft and velvety. You grabbed it.

A rose?

Crap.

"You get an hour with Francis!" Antonio squealed, shoving Francis and you, who were violently protesting, into a room. And locked the door.

"Remember, an hour! We'll give you guys a five minute warning at the end! The Spainiard yelled.

"(Y/n)-"

"Shut up."

"Chérie-"

"Shut up."

"Are you going to only say shut up for the entire hour?"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," he grinned. You glared at him. Then an idea popped into your head.

You grabbed his collar and kissed him.

"There! Happy? Now shut up," you demanded.

"What if I won't?" Francis asked, pulling you in for another kiss. God, he was good at this. The taste of wine was still on his lips.

You pulled away, a blushing mess.

"I-I gave you what you wanted, now shut up!"

"What if I want more than that?" He asked. You gave up and faced him, as he continued to kiss you. It wasn't so bad, to be entirely truthful.

"Francis, I hate you."

"I know, (y/n), but after tonight, I'm sure that'll change, ohonhonhon."

"I think I realize."

"Remember, you would look better if your clothes were on the floor."

You smirked.

"Then prove it."

~Extended Ending~

"The hour is up!" Gilbert yelled, opening the door. Shrieks ensued and he ran out laughing.

"Alright alright I'll give you more time to get back dressed!" He protested, closing the door behind him.

"So, did it go well?" Antonio asked.

"Kesesese it did!" Prussia answered.

"Perverts!" Elizaveta said, whacking both woth a frying pan.

Description
A/N: Lime warning. If you want me to lable it as mature, then please tell me in the comments.

"Oh, he's gorgeous!"

"Wow, I would love to be in (y/n)'s shoes."

"Shhh! She's coming!"

You sighed, having heard the entire conversation. Being a musician in hardcore training had given you sensitive hearing.

"Ohonhonhon, bonjour, (y/n)."

"Hello, Francis," you coldly replied.

"Why so chilly?" He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist, behind you.

"Oh my god!" One of the girls gossiping earlier shrieked.

"Hello, Francis! Good morning!" Amother greeted. The Frenchman gave them a good natured smile.

"Come on, lets go!" The final one said, dragging her friends away.

"Can you let go?" You asked.

"I'd rather not, ma chérie," Francis replied, resting his head on your shoulder, "You look very pretty today."

"Thank you very much," you said. Part of you hated him to the core, but another part wondered what it would be like to have someone like him by your side all the time.

"You would look better if your clothes were on the floor and if you were on top of me," he whispered, smiling. You smacked him before stomping off, pissed, to music class, which you had with him.

"Tough luck with (y/n) again?" Antonio asked, coming up to Francis once you were gone.

"Oui, she's very persistent on hating me," he sighed.

"Kesesese, I have an idea! You know the party I'm hosting in a few days? I have the perfect idea!" Gilbert exclaimed, bending over and whispering the plan into Francis's ear.

"Magnifique! Merci, Gilbert," Francis responded.

"Kesesese, no problem! Now go see your one true love in music class!"

~In Music Class~

"So, class, today's topic will be on Debussy," your teacher started.

"Ohonhonhon, Debussy is a French composer, oui?" Francis whispered to you, having been seated next to you. You closed your eyes shut and clenched your fists.

"I know! Claude-Achille Debussy doesn't sound very Russian or Austrian to me!" You hissed at him. That shut him up for the entire class.

"Frau!"

You turned to see Gilbert running up to you.

"How may I help you?" You asked. He pulled out an envelope.

"An invitation to my party in a few days!" The Prussian exclaimed, grinning.

"Is Francis invited?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then, no."

"But, (y/n)-"

"I said, no."

"I'll invite Austria."

You hesitated. You always enjoyed talking to him, he was very well informed in the musical world.

"Fine. I'll come."

~Timeskip to Party~

"Kesesese thanks for coming, (y/n)!" Gilbert said, greeting you at his house.

"No problem," you replied, walking into the house. You ignored the Frenchman and found Roderich. You chatted for a while with the Austrian, before Prussia clapped his hands.

"We only have a little bit before we can set (y/n) up with Francis!" Antonio squeaked.

"Shhhh!" Prussia shushed.

"Hey everyone! We're gonna play a game!' Antonio yelled.

"A game! Sweet!" Alfred yelled back.

"It's like 7 Minutes In Heaven but different," Prussia explained. You rolled your eyes. Francis looked at you, knowing perfectly how this would turn out.

"So, you get a room with the person you pick for an hour! And it's up to you guys to decide what you're gonna do!" Gilbert said, hinting at the activities. A small girl in the background, who was stuffing her face with croutons glared at the Prussian.

"Oh, and everyone has to play."

'Crap,' you thought, 'Maybe I should just sneak out.'

"Kesese! You pick first, Elizaveta!"

You watched the other pick and soon, it was your turn.

You reached your hand into the hat to feel something soft and velvety. You grabbed it.

A rose?

Crap.

"You get an hour with Francis!" Antonio squealed, shoving Francis and you, who were violently protesting, into a room. And locked the door.

"Remember, an hour! We'll give you guys a five minute warning at the end! The Spainiard yelled.

"(Y/n)-"

"Shut up."

"Chérie-"

"Shut up."

"Are you going to only say shut up for the entire hour?"

"Shut up!"

"Make me," he grinned. You glared at him. Then an idea popped into your head.

You grabbed his collar and kissed him.

"There! Happy? Now shut up," you demanded.

"What if I won't?" Francis asked, pulling you in for another kiss. God, he was good at this. The taste of wine was still on his lips.

You pulled away, a blushing mess.

"I-I gave you what you wanted, now shut up!"

"What if I want more than that?" He asked. You gave up and faced him, as he continued to kiss you. It wasn't so bad, to be entirely truthful.

"Francis, I hate you."

"I know, (y/n), but after tonight, I'm sure that'll change, ohonhonhon."

"I think I realize."

"Remember, you would look better if your clothes were on the floor."

You smirked.

"Then prove it."

~Extended Ending~

"The hour is up!" Gilbert yelled, opening the door. Shrieks ensued and he ran out laughing.

"Alright alright I'll give you more time to get back dressed!" He protested, closing the door behind him.

"So, did it go well?" Antonio asked.

"Kesesese it did!" Prussia answered.

"Perverts!" Elizaveta said, whacking both woth a frying pan.