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*FRANCE POV*
I stared across the classroom at a girl next to a window, her (h/l) (h/c) locks seeming to glow in the dim sunlight of today's overcast skies. Others may find her cold, rude personality a deterrent, but I found it a challenge. A challenge I would overcome. The bell rang, and I made my way over to her. She looked over at me irritably.
"What do you want Creep?" She growled at me, picking her stuff up.
"Oh how you wound me mi Papillon!" I cried.
"Do I look like I'm about to sprout wings Frenchy?" She spat, marching out of the door.
"You have a point! What would you rather? Ma flamme? Mon amour? Mon compagnon bientôt? Onhohoho..." I chuckled.
"One: I am NOT made of plasma. Two: I don't care if you love me. I am NOT yours. Three: You're a freaking pervert." With that, she shoved me out of the way, headed to lunch. Could I hit on fan girls and be guaranteed success? Yes. Was this a daunting, so far reward less task? Absolutely. Did I enjoy it? More than anyone could imagine. I trotted after her, finding that she had sat down next to Bardroy, Ivan, and Arthur. I walked to the table and Arthur stood, growling. (Y/n) pushed him out I the way and shoved me back, sending me to a bench. She walked forward until her face was almost touching mine. With a loud huff she punched me in the crotch then walked off, leaving me doubled over in pain. Was it difficult? Yes. Would I keep trying? Yes.
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"Honhonhon~ Who do we 'ave 'ere?" He smiles, winking at you. A dark blush covers your face, anger diminishing into embarrassment. It was clear that he was French.
"W-who are you?" You stutter out while brushing the dirt off your pants.
"Mon nom est Francis Bonnefoy. 'Ow about yo
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"Bella!" He whined as he looked over to the smiling country with a blush, still engulfed in her hug. "Hehehe~ You miss me?" She said with a growing smile as she slowly let go of the boy's body. (Y/ n) blushed more rapidly and nodded as he looked away,
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"Kesesese~" An albino man snickered quietly while watching (M/n) from afar. ((A/N: stalker much XD??)) As for (M/n), he was talking to Alfred, who was pretty muh a best friend/brother to him. Gilbert wanted to know what they were both talking about. Mainly because he had a huge crush on (M/n) and they would both hang out with each other sometimes.
But that soon stopped a week ago after (M/n) started acting weird. "Ich vonder vhat zhey are talking about. Don't jou Gilbird?" He asked the yellow birdie on his right shoulder. It gave out a cute, small and quiet 'chirp!'. Gilbert chuckled and nodded.
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