You pulled out... a brilliantly red rose. You sniffed it slightly and a slight smile crossed your lips. "A red rose?" You said, holding it out for the people to see it. A blonde man came forth from the crowd.

"Z'at would be mine, mademoiselle~" the french male said. You looked up at his face, and smiled slightly. You and France had been best friends since the 5th grade where he saved you from a person that tried to take advantage of you. Saved, meaning nearly broke his jaw and carried you away in his arms with you sobbing into his shoulder. You were grateful to have a friend like him, even though everyone said that he was a rapist and a pervert. They were only slightly right on the pervert part, but you knew that he had a sweet and caring side to him.

Alfred leaned close to you and whispered, "If he tried anything, just blow this rape whistle." You felt him put something around your neck. You sighed and looked down, and saw a white whistle. Rolling your eyes, you handed the american back his object. After you did that, you took Francis' hand and led him into the closet and closed the door behind you.

"Remember, guys... it's only seven minutes... no more, and no less... don't do anything that I would have to wash my eyes out after seeing..." you both heard Alfred say from outside the door. You leaned against the wall and slid down it into a seated position on the ground of the closet. Looking up, you saw nothing but coats and sweatshirts hanging above you. From the small sliver of light that was glowing underneath the door, you could see that France was still standing where he was when the door closed.

"You can sit down with me if you want, Francis." You said, smiling a bit.

"Why, thank you ma Cherie~" he replied, sitting down next to you. You giggled a bit, and also blushes very slightly. Over the past few months you had been developing some feelings for the french-man. He seemed to be slightly sad when you declined his offer to do the sleepovers at his house on Fridays like you two would normally do because you were afraid that you would say something stupid and your friendship would be ruined, especially if he didn't return the feelings. You suddenly felt his hand wrap around yours, snapping your wandering thoughts back to reality.

"Mon cher... z'ere has been... somezing z'at i would like to say to you..." He said, looking at what you assumed to be your eyes.

"I... I have something to say to you too, Francis..." You admitted, blushing slightly.

"Ahh.. well, you may go first (Y/N)" He said, massaging the top of your hand with the pad of his thumb.

You wanted to take this chance to try and explain your absence from the sleepovers. "W-well... I... the reason why i haven't been accepting your offers to have our usual sleepovers... is.. because... I... I think that I..."

"Shh..." He began, placing his pointer finger over your lips. "z'ere is no need to say more... I feel the same about you." You could see a flirtatious smile gracing his mouth. You blushed at the thought of him liking you back, and before you could say anything else, his lips were gently pressing against yours. You squeaked slightly at the sudden contact and kissed him back slightly. Smirking slightly, he pushed you onto your back and ran a light hand up your side never once breaking the contact. He nibbled on your bottom lip gently and you opened your mouth, granting him access.

His tongue happily roamed around your mouth and his hand slowly began inching his way under your shirt. You squirmed under his touch, and blushed more. Your mouths continued the delicious tango, and his finger grazed over your right breast, causing you to gasp slightly into his mouth. He chuckled deeply, breaking the contact on your lips that you so craved. Whining softly, you looked up at his face. He gently squeezed your mound, and you moaned softly. Suddenly the door swung open and you looked towards it. Alfred was standing there, holding up a cheeseburger threateningly.

"I HEARD THAT!" He yelled loudly, causing you to blush more. Francis stood up, and extended his hand which you graciously accepted. On your way out of the closet, Alfred stopped you and examined you, making sure that Francis didn't hurt you or anything. When he was done, you walked over to Francis who was sitting on the couch and sipping a glass of champagne. He pulled you into his lap, and you stayed there until it was time to leave. Let's just say, that you decided to sleep over at his house once again and you had the best sleepover in history.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

omg XD this was awesome to write... it was also requested by @shadowkidrain

uwu they are amazing... and request what you would like me to write next :3 DANKE! ^w^