by ~TheStrangerInTheFog on deviantarts
"Come on… almost….there…" wewe muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. wewe finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, wewe looked up at the impressive X-mas mti festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
wewe stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when wewe felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" wewe heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" wewe said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around wewe protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" wewe mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but wewe were able to look past all that and see someone who cared. Plus, he didn't look too bad either.
Reluctantly, he let go of you, only to quickly cover your (e/c) eyes with his hands. "Come on, Francis! I seriously need to finish, then we can do something together, ok?" wewe said, tucking a loose strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. "…Fine. But I will pick what we do, honhonhon~" he released your face, laughing his trademark laugh. "As long as it does not involve removing any items of clothing." wewe added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
wewe giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the nyota on the mti was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the nyota and I'll be done!" wewe grinned excitedly. "Merveilleux! Now, remind me again as to why I could not help?" he replied, only a slight hint of hurt in his voice. "Every mwaka wewe help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and wewe end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats wewe senseless, remember?" wewe sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
wewe shook your head, sighed, and once zaidi returned to the task at hand. wewe looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" wewe whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way wewe would be able to reach the juu of the tree, even with the ladder.
wewe sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" wewe mumbled, embarrassed, as a slight blush dusted your features. He looked surprised for a moment, until his gaze softened as he sauntered over to where wewe were standing. He stopped in front of you, so wewe were facing his back, and bent over. wewe gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, wewe could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He alisema softly. wewe loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and wewe laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, wewe were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" wewe cheered proudly as wewe settled the nyota in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, wewe pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until wewe started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" wewe gasped as wewe slipped off of your crush's shoulders. wewe felt strong hands grab your calves as the back of your head hit something firm but soft. 'Oh… my… gosh… my head is hitting his butt!' wewe thought, panicking as wewe could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, wewe decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" wewe murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set wewe down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as wewe held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, wewe could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I upendo you, _____..." he whispered before pulling wewe into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all wewe could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon wewe began to melt into it and kissed back with just as much fervor.
However, your special moment was ruined when a certain Brit stumbled upon the scene. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Arthur screeched, horrified. He quickly ran out of the room blushing, and muttering who-knows-what under his breath.
wewe looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I upendo wewe too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" wewe said, flirtatiously batting your eyelashes.
He pulled back into a passionate kiss, never once letting go of your delicate frame.
'Hm. I guess X-mas came early for me~' wewe smiled, thinking to yourself.
"Come on… almost….there…" wewe muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. wewe finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, wewe looked up at the impressive X-mas mti festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
wewe stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when wewe felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" wewe heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" wewe said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around wewe protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" wewe mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but wewe were able to look past all that and see someone who cared. Plus, he didn't look too bad either.
Reluctantly, he let go of you, only to quickly cover your (e/c) eyes with his hands. "Come on, Francis! I seriously need to finish, then we can do something together, ok?" wewe said, tucking a loose strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear. "…Fine. But I will pick what we do, honhonhon~" he released your face, laughing his trademark laugh. "As long as it does not involve removing any items of clothing." wewe added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
wewe giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the nyota on the mti was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the nyota and I'll be done!" wewe grinned excitedly. "Merveilleux! Now, remind me again as to why I could not help?" he replied, only a slight hint of hurt in his voice. "Every mwaka wewe help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and wewe end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats wewe senseless, remember?" wewe sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
wewe shook your head, sighed, and once zaidi returned to the task at hand. wewe looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" wewe whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way wewe would be able to reach the juu of the tree, even with the ladder.
wewe sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" wewe mumbled, embarrassed, as a slight blush dusted your features. He looked surprised for a moment, until his gaze softened as he sauntered over to where wewe were standing. He stopped in front of you, so wewe were facing his back, and bent over. wewe gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, wewe could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He alisema softly. wewe loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and wewe laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, wewe were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" wewe cheered proudly as wewe settled the nyota in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, wewe pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until wewe started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" wewe gasped as wewe slipped off of your crush's shoulders. wewe felt strong hands grab your calves as the back of your head hit something firm but soft. 'Oh… my… gosh… my head is hitting his butt!' wewe thought, panicking as wewe could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, wewe decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" wewe murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set wewe down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as wewe held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, wewe could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I upendo you, _____..." he whispered before pulling wewe into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all wewe could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon wewe began to melt into it and kissed back with just as much fervor.
However, your special moment was ruined when a certain Brit stumbled upon the scene. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Arthur screeched, horrified. He quickly ran out of the room blushing, and muttering who-knows-what under his breath.
wewe looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I upendo wewe too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" wewe said, flirtatiously batting your eyelashes.
He pulled back into a passionate kiss, never once letting go of your delicate frame.
'Hm. I guess X-mas came early for me~' wewe smiled, thinking to yourself.
