by ~TheStrangerInTheFog on deviantarts
"Come on… almost….there…" you muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. You finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, you looked up at the impressive X-mas tree festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
You stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" you heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around you protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" you mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but you 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?" you 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." You added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
You giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the star on the tree was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the star and I'll be done!" you 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 year you help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and you end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats you senseless, remember?" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
You shook your head, sighed, and once more returned to the task at hand. You looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" you whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way you would be able to reach the top of the tree, even with the ladder.
You sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" you 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 you were standing. He stopped in front of you, so you were facing his back, and bent over. You gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, you could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He said softly. You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and you laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, you were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" you cheered proudly as you settled the star in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, you pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until you started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" you gasped as you slipped off of your crush's shoulders. You 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!' you thought, panicking as you could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, you decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" you murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set you down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as you held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, you could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I love you, _____..." he whispered before pulling you into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all you could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon you 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.
You looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I love you too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" you 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~' you smiled, thinking to yourself.
"Come on… almost….there…" you muttered to yourself, standing on the tips of your toes and stretching your arms as far as they would reach. You finally managed to hang the ornament and sighed happily, stepping down from the step-ladder. Hands on your hips, you looked up at the impressive X-mas tree festooned with ornaments of all shapes, sizes, and colors, nodding to yourself satisfactorily.
You stiffened and let out an involuntary gasp when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist from behind. "C'est magnifique, non? Honhonhon~" you heard a voice whisper silkily from behind, the words rolling off of his tongue easily with his alluring accent. "F-Francis!" you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "Oui?" he chuckled, his strong arms still around you protectively.
"G-get off! I need to finish decorating…" you mumbled nervously, your face warm. True, the Frenchman could be rather flirty and… perverted, but you 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?" you 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." You added. "Aww… alright, but only for you~" he pouted cutely.
You giggled and continued to decorate your house, until only the star on the tree was left. "Whew… all I need to do is the star and I'll be done!" you 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 year you help, it's the same thing. I have to reach up to get something, and you end up eying me and then try to grope me. Then Hungary runs in with a frying pan and beats you senseless, remember?" you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Oh… r-right…" he mumbled, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.
You shook your head, sighed, and once more returned to the task at hand. You looked up at the giant tree, glanced over to the tiny step-ladder, and bit your lip nervously. "Aw, crud…" you whispered, barely loud enough for your French friend to hear you. There was no way you would be able to reach the top of the tree, even with the ladder.
You sighed defeatedly and hesitantly turned to Francis. "F-Francis?" "Oui?" "I… I can't r-reach…" you 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 you were standing. He stopped in front of you, so you were facing his back, and bent over. You gave him a questioning glance, and he only laughed; though not his normal laugh, you could tell that this one was sincere and meant no harm.
"Get on my shoulders, _____." He said softly. You loved the way your name rolled off his tongue, the way it sent shivers shooting down your back. Your cheeks got even darker, and you laughed nervously, "Oh, r-right… haha…"
Soon enough, you were sitting on his shoulders, stretching up to get the final touch on your magnificent tree. "Got it!" you cheered proudly as you settled the star in its rightful place. Leaning backwards slightly, you pumped your fists in the air victoriously. That is, until you started to fall. "Oh, sh-!" you gasped as you slipped off of your crush's shoulders. You 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!' you thought, panicking as you could feel the blood rushing to your head; though not necessarily from being upside down.
After a few moments, you decided to speak up. "Uh… Francis? All the blood is rushing to my head and it kinda hurts…" you murmured awkwardly. "Huh? Oh! R-right… pardon moi, s'il vous plaît…" he muttered, a slight blush tinting his handsome features. He set you down carefully, keeping a firm grip on your shoulders as you held your head, trying to keep your vision from spinning.
After a few minutes, you could finally see straight, only to find Francis's face inches from your own. "I love you, _____..." he whispered before pulling you into a sweet and passionate kiss. For a moment, all you could do was stand there, shocked, and let him kiss you.
However, soon you 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.
You looked back up at your newfound love, smiling. "I love you too, Francis. Now, where were we~?" you 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~' you smiled, thinking to yourself.
