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“Sorry, but errr, I kind of need to go to class now.” You apologized sheepishly, rubbing your neck when your fanclub groaned in protest. You didn’t really understand why you’d gained such a following in school, well if anything it was because you didn’t understand why people liked you that they liked you.
You weren’t conceited in any way, innocent and but a tad naive and they loved you for it.

“I’m so sorry!” You cried, making a dash for it. After a bit of a chase, your fans scattered as they too needed to get to class.Flinging the door to your class open, you started apologizing immediately. “I’m so, so sorry I’m late sir!”

The teacher sighed, but as he knew as most did about your predicament, he merely pinched the bridge of his nose. “Just take your seat already.”
Smiling in relief you sat down, slinging your bag from your shoulder onto the floor next to you. When the door opened again, you glanced up in surprise. No one could be later than you right?

I mean if they were they’d have to be chased around by a large group of crazed fans and- oh. Right.

Francis stumbled into the room, smoothing out his crumpled shirt. “I’m sorry, but you know how it is...” He said to the teacher, ruffling his blond hair. The teacher sighed again. “This has got to stop. Bonnefoy. (l/n). Stay behind and we’ll talk.”



"I can understand why you're late, but can't we find a solution?" You nodded thoughtfully at your teacher's question.
"What though? Hide from them all day? That wouldn't work." You replied, shrugging.

"Would they leave us alone if we had a partner?" Francis asked, stroking his chin as he brainstormed. "That might work."

"Well, if your partner was possessive enough, they'd be too frightened to come up to you."

"Where would we find someone like that? Ask a close friend perhaps to pretend being a couple with?" You implored, looking at the two sceptically. The teacher exchanged a glance with Francis. "Well, chèrie, we are in the same situation. Maybe we could..."

“You with....me?” You blushed. He did have a group of rabid fangirls chasing him around for a reason. His blond hair and blue eyes made him undeniably gorgeous. And that French lilt in his voice was known to make girls swoon.

You had to admit you had a soft spot for the Frenchman and besides, as he had the same problem as you, it was a good idea.

“Okay, but we’ll have to have a couple of rules though.” He blinked in surprise, cocking his head at you. “One, we have to go on dates and stuff a bit to keep up the impression we’re a couple, so I say once or twice a week would be okay, but let's keep the kissing and things to a minimal.” You listed, your forefinger outstretched.

“Two.... we don’t have to be that clingy do we? I mean I’m not spending every waking minute at your side.” He smiled and nodded. “Clingy girls are annoying anyway. But I will act the part of the jealous boyfriend as long as you act your role.”

Shaking his hand, you locked your gaze on him. “And the most important rule. We can’t fall in love with each other. Then we’d just be jealous and clingy for real.”


Well, so far so good, you thought as you strutted into school. Your hand interlaced with Francis’s, you attracted numerous piercing gazes from girls and boys alike.

“It’s working.” He whispered as he kissed your cheek. “I know.” You mumbled back, kissing his nose with a smile. Grinning at you, he waved as he left for his first class, leaving you to miraculously step inside the classroom first.

“Wow, well this is a surprise.” You greeted your teacher with a grin and a wave, happily getting out your pad to sketch.

Over the next couple of months you and Francis continued to pretend to go out and you honestly could say you understood better why he had girls chasing him. Even though you knew it was all pretend to make your lives easier, you felt your heart beat faster whenever he kissed your cheek.

Because those were the only real kisses he gave you. He’d come close to the corner of your mouth a few times, but he’d never kissed you properly before. But that changed when the two of you were cornered.

“We can respect it if you guys are really going out, but it seems all too simple for us, this could all just be fake. I mean you two never REALLY kiss. So prove it. If you can prove you’re in love, we swear we’ll leave you alone.”

You gulped, biting your lip in worry. Damn, what now?! You glanced at Francis in panic, your eyes widening when you saw his composed expression. How the hell was he staying cool?!

“So all we have to do is prove our love?” He asked, his smooth voice making the girls blush. “Yeah!” He shrugged at their answer, turning to caress your cheek. “Francis, what do we do?” You whispered softly, your fear evident in your voice.

“Let’s give them a show.” He muttered back, claiming your lips quickly. You shut your eyes in shock of what he was doing. And in front of a crowd no less!
What started as a tender kiss, turned into a heated lip-lock when Francis forced his tongue into your mouth. Resisting your urge to slap him, you felt the mix of feelings course through your being.

Disgust, fear, anger were present but the gentleness with which he stroked his tongue against yours made you want to believe. Believe that maybe, just maybe he really did have feelings for you. All the time you two had spent together he seemed truly happy, laughing to his heart’s content and teasing you about just about anything.

But the radiant smile never left his face when he was with you, so a part of you hoped that maybe it wasn’t just pretend.
He pulled away from you, your lips disconnecting with a loud pluck. Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you turned from him. Your face burning, you ran as fast away as you could.

Francis gulped, feeling the wrath of the fangirls growing. “Mes amis, she’s just embarrassed about kissing in public, trust me. I love her with my whole heart.” He confessed, scratching his red cheeks. He’d broken the third rule. But he knew he had the moment he’d made the agreement with you.


You curled up on your bed at home, feeling awful. Your pillow being squished in your arms, you tried to calm your racing heartbeat. Just thinking about what had happened was enough to make your face flush red.

“I don’t want to go to school.....” you muttered, turning your phone off so you didn’t have to deal with anyone phoning you to ask where you were.
You didn’t want to see Francis. Your heart wrenched painfully and you knew why. You’d broken the most important rule of all.

The next few days you relied on the sympathy and naivety of your mother to stay in bed as you were ‘sick’. Well sick of love maybe.

Mostly, you just stared out of the window, reading a couple of books you’d had in a to-read pile next to your bed. To be honest you were just trying to get your bearings to see Francis again, but so far no such luck. You truly were a coward.

After a week of not going to school, you were feeling just a tiny bit more confident. At least you would be able to look Francis in the face, not in the eyes, just in the face.

But Francis was getting worried, well worried was a bit of an understatement. “What have I done?! What if she hates me now and won’t look at me! Argh! I want to see her, I need to see her!” He whined in distress.

His two friends sighed. Over the past days they were getting a bit more used to his panicking. “Amigo, if you’re that worried just go and see her.”
“Ja, grow some balls already man.”

Francis bit his lip and shook his head. “Non! I mean we made an agreement right? I told you about it. But when she finds out, she won’t want to talk to me for sure!”

Gilbert sighed, patting him on the back. “Look, if she managed to make you fall in love with her, then maybe you were able to make her fall in love with you. I mean you guys were acting like a couple right?”

The Frenchman nodded his head thoughtfully, though he was still pouting. “Okay, I’ll talk to her.”


“Honey! You’ve got a visitor!” You blinked, thinking about who it could be. “Well she’s up there, it’s the first door on the right.” You heard your mother say as you crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up to your ears and closing your eyes.

“Mon amour?” You froze. No way. No friggin way!

Francis was hovering in your doorway, looking inside your room uncertainly. “Are you asleep?”

You nodded despite yourself, cursing yourself under your breath. He smiled, closing the door behind him as he went to sit on your chair.
“I wanted to see you.” He said, looking straight at you. “And I wanted to apologise.” He added, his voice tinged with guilt.

Slowly you sat up, leaning against your pillows and staring at the edge of the bedcovers.

“I realise my behaviour was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have forced you like that.” He told you, his cheeks dusted pink as he tried to tell you he was sorry.
Leaning over to you, he gently stroked your cheek. “I couldn’t help myself. I was so happy I got to kiss you properly and-...” He jumped when you took his hand from your face and held it, interlacing your fingers together.

“I broke the third rule.” You whispered in unison, staring at each other in shock. Francis laughed freely, ruffling your hair and sitting next to you on the bed. “Naughty girl, that was the most important and unbreakable one.” He teased, pulling you into his chest.

“Like you’re one to talk.” You miffed, giggling when he scowled at you. “Well then, how about we make a new agreement?”

You tilted your head, gazing into his blue eyes and feeling your face turn red. “I’m listening.”

“We go out as before,”

“Yeah?”

“And we go on dates whenever we want.”

“Alright.”

“And we can be as possessive as we want. I won’t stand watching you be chatted up by guys.”

Smiling, you nodded at him. “That’s fine with me, as long as I can do the same.” He smirked, doing a fake swoon. “I know, the guys can’t get enough of me.” He commented sarcastically.

“And for the third rule?” You asked tentatively, playing with both of yours fingers. He smiled.

“We stay together and love each other for ever.” Giggling at it, you leant up and kissed his cheek. “Okay.” He nuzzled his face into your neck. “And this time, let’s not break that rule, promise?”

“Promise.”
Gah, this one took me ages!

But it's finally done! :D (I feel so proud of myself ^^ )

Errrm, so yeah, please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always greatly appreciated!

Also if you want a hand in deciding which plot and character you see next time, please vote in the poll (I'm off to make a new one right now!)
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MileyTu4 Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2014
:iconfranceblushplz: WAHHHH~ THIS IS TOO CUTEEEE! :iconfrenchsquealplz:
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tunafish154 Featured By Owner Jun 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
This story is beautiful. Let me explain the PURE BEAUTY of this. It covers the theme of acting the part, and becoming what you pretend to be. My grammar OCD didn't act up like it almost always does, and I've always had it pretty severe. I was able to read this in peace. I loved the conflicting emotions about the whole 'relationship', and overall thought this was a well-crafted plot. I love how it doesn't make Francis out to be a complete flirt with all of the offending bits and pieces.

I approve this as a Franco-Prussian! :iconfrancelolwutplz: :iconjustthatawesomeplz:
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EnterHetaliaNameHere Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Make a sequel please? Like, maybe timeskip to the next week or month or something? As long as they're still in school, and it would be awesome if it progressed from there. I really love this fanfic and different parts would make it even better. ^_^
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shihachii Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I'm afraid I'm not going to continue this any more, it's been such a long time since I've written this and I have no desire to continue it.
Though thank you for saying so C:
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EnterHetaliaNameHere Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Alright then. ^_^ 
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CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
This is beautiful, and I don't even like Francis. *coughcoughSUCKBALLSARUcoughcough*
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shihachii Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Why thank you! And mind if I ask why? 
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CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
*coughcoughPERVERTcoughcough* Sorry. Got a bad cough. Anyway, me and my friends have this unspoken hate club for Francis. I once said this story made me soften my opinion of Francis, and they glared at me the whole lunchtime. Epic friends, right there.
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shihachii Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I don't think he's a pervert!  But I won't force my opinions on anyone. 
I don't really like the fact that you've got a hate club for him though...
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CrazyHetaliaLover13 Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Sorry, but my opinion really has softened. Plus, he gave me a sweet makeover.
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