Halfway down the hall you heard footsteps behind you and turned around to see.......
'Oh good God! Not France! Anyone but France!' you thought to yourself, panicked.
Of all people it just had to be France! The school pervert, creep, flirt, cheater! Why France?!?!?!?
As all of these negative thoughts ran through your head, one positive one popped up. You tried and tried to push it away, but it just kept coming back. Over and over again the thought of 'He's gorgeous!' kept coming to mind.
You tried to hide your blush at his presence, masking it with anger at the recent events that had occurred in the classroom.
You snapped at him "Well? What do YOU want?"
He just smiled and began his creepy, (yet somehow alluring) French laughter.
"Ohonhonhonhonhon~! How cute you are~! Ohonhonhonhonhonhon~!"
You glared at him, still blushing, but trying ever so hard to hide it.
You snapped at him again, louder and more harsh this time in order to hide your teetering emotions. "That doesn't answer my question, Francis!"
Well, this stopped his laughter. He looked at you, a little surprised by your volume.
For once in his life, he WASN'T extremely confident, he actually began to stutter a little. "W-well, um, I....uh, you see, little rose, um.....I heard y-your out burst as I was walking by your classroom, and erm...I actually w-wanted to check on you.... you know, to s-see if you were o-okay."
You relaxed a little, but didn't trust him still. No one ever REALLY wanted to make sure you were okay, they just said that in order to earn your trust and then break you. You had an even harder time trusting the French man since he was such a well-known cheater. But still, you saw a hint a truth in his beautiful saphire eyes.
You couldn't help but think 'Is it true? Does he actually care about me?' You pushed the thought away, but it too, continued to return.
France stood there, a little flushed, he couldn't help but love you. Your beautiful (h/l) (h/c) hair, and your brilliant (e/c) eyes that shined brighter than the sun. He had loved you since the first time he laid eyes on you, and since then, he had ACTUALLY given up on cheating! He was determined to win your heart and be loyal to you in every way. Of course, you were completely oblivious to the knowledge of his un-dieing love for you, he had never told anyone, not even the other members of the trio!
He smiled again and took a step towards you.
He cooed "Now tell me, little rose, what happened?" He seemed genuinely concerned, truly because he was.
You just frowned and looked away.
You mumbled "It's nothing Francis, don't bother yourself with my miserable existence, I'm not worth your time...." You trailed off and began to tear up. You whispered "I'm not worth anyone's time, especially yours."
You hadn't meant for him to hear that last part, but he did.
He pulled you in by your shoulders and held you there, making sure you maintained eye-contact.
He exclaimed "How could you say something so horrible, little rose? Of course you're worth my time! Especially my time! I don't want tot see you sad, you're too pretty for that. Now why do you think you're worth nothing to anyone? Tell me, little rose, I'm sure it'll make you feel better to let it out."
He said the magic words and the water works started.
You grabbed him and began to sob into his chest. In sniffles you said "Because, no one ever notices me when I do something good! Only bad! They pick on me, even when I do nothing to deserve it! I don't understand! Why are they so awful?!?!?!?"
You continued to weep.
He rubbed soothing circles into your back and hushed you to the best of his ability.
He whispered to you "It's okay, little rose. I don't know why they're so awful, they have no right to pick on a beautiful rose like your self. Now stop those tears, you're to pretty to cry."
Your tears slowed, but did not stop, and you looked up at him, hope in your (e/c) eyes.
"Y-you think I'm pretty?" you asked, fearing the answer, afraid he would say "NO! HAH! LOSER!" But he didn't, he just smiled and said "Yes, little rose, I do."
You smiled and hugged him. "Thank you Francis, thank you so much." You really were grateful for his comfort.
He blushed and lifted you chin so you were eye-to-eye. He said quietly "Can I tell you something (y/n)?"
You nodded and he blushed even more.
He barely whispered "I love you, little rose."
You gasped "R-really?"
He didn't even bother to respond, he simply pulled you in and kissed you gently. Your heart soared and gladly kissed back.
He broke the kiss and you looked at him and said "I love you too."